Kairi099

I Am The Universe I am the Universe, The Ether at my fingertips, Weaving chaos and confusion Into sense and certainty; My thoughts and inspiration-- Created in a resounding Bang Of light and truth, yet untraceable; Uncertain in my origins. My strength and knowledge grows, Spreading ever outward, reaching; I am boundless and unrestricted, Vast and varied in my words. I am my own master, Magnificent and mysterious; Mythical and mundane; Endless and ended, Timeless and telling.

There was a man, once in the future, who had a revolutionary idea. Through the research of countless men and women, he had discovered what it was in the mind that allows one to manipulate the world by mere thought alone. Dr. M.J. Braddack was awarded the Nobel Prize for his work and discovery, and in return for his great work he was granted the opportunity to take twenty-seven men and women of various ages for experimentation in an effort to further his research and findings. Twenty-seven men and women were taken from their lives and brought to Dr. Braddack's laboratory. Many would argue that the edict for this research was unethical, and t

Immobilized My courage leads me little; My fear compels in main. A demon, looming nearer-- One which all but I have slain. Tomorrow is a new day, And I'm growing older still. Time to take responsibility For more than just my will. I'm frozen on this precipice, My feet weighed down and tied to bricks Of darkest root; my own design; I falter in a frozen line. The days are quickly turning, Tomorrow slipping into past. The future's for the taking; The time to act is fading fast. I'm standing and I'm waiting, Quickly losing chance by chance. The pace quickens as I err, Stumbling in the final dance. That scythe swings closer,

My Knight Brave protector of the Code, He stands before me now. A kiss upon my hand he'll give, And on one knee he'll bow. I'd describe him if I had the words For more than sword and shield. The fierceness in his eyes, perhaps; The power he does weild. He's far from just a boy, And not yet quite a man. An ageless soul of brilliance, Rusted helmet in his hand. Always fighting vicious daemons, Some within and some without. Twisting chaos into meaning; Finding clarity through doubt. This soul of endless passion Is no warrior of white light. And yet the sight of him Is like a beacon in the night. His sword gleams red with ho

Ticking Time He sits upon the mantle Glaring steady from the wall. "You say an aweful lot for one Who sees nothing at all." And to repay me for my slight He slowly sucks my life away. Another day faded to night, Another night fading from gray. I sneer as I grow older, My eyes clouding with blue. "Call me what you will; I don't believe in you." He's silent and so subtle That I really have to strain To pick apart the ticks And the sound of falling grain. Malicious and uncaring, Pushing forward in a line. "I don't believe in time. I can't be out of time."

Thank You I'd really like to thank you For all you've done for me. For helping me to grow And helping me to see. And I'd like to let you know That despite what I've been through, I'm living and I'm smiling, And it is all thanks to you. I'd like to thank you for the pain, The wasted sorrow and the tears. I'd like to thank you for the darkness And all those anguished, pointless fears. I'd like to thank you for the words That you always seemed to shout. I'd like to thank you for the worthlessness; For giving me self-doubt. I'd like to thank you for the smiles Laced by the malice in your eyes. I'd like to thank you for the tor

The Bell Tower There was a large bell --such a large, large bell-- and it rang in her ears forever. Every Sunday, as church let out, she'd escape with the crowd, pressed against the wall as she made her way toward the bell tower. She'd climb the old stone steps and wait for him, dressed in her Sunday best, standing at the tip of the house of God. The stairway to heaven, she liked to think of it. Because if she just waited a little while, he would come. He would always come. And when he came, he would always hold her close, and tell her that, someday, the two of them would run away together; that someday, they'd be married; that someday thes

The Day's End The sun is setting in the sky. Another day has passed me by. The grains of sand Spread 'cross the land Scream failure, though I did try. As the dimming turns to night, I lose clarity of sight. The colours fade; So gently made To show so little light. The singing of the day Quickly starts to fade away. A muted whisper To the deaf listener, Who has nothing left to say. Soon, the sun will rise. Reborn, a gleaming prize. A bright tomorrow; All hope, no sorrow, And yet I close my eyes.