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Birthday
• 1992-06-13
Gender
• Female
Location
• I am where I am. Where that is, is none of your concern. Thank you.
Member Since
• 2006-08-29
Occupation
• Philosopher of sorts.
Real Name
• Raine Sage if u may so kindly call me.

Personal

Achievements
• Achievements acknowledged by others countless, yet meaningless. Achievements my most cherished and I acknowledge are few, yet meaningful.
Anime Fan Since
• Who knows when I began.
Favorite Anime
• Loveless, Inuyasha, DNAngel, FLCL, Tsubasa, xxxHolic, Kamichama Karin, Chrono Crusade, Fullmetal Alchemist, Cardcaptor Sakura, etc.
Goals
• To become a doctor and to live my life fully, get married, have at least one child, and die in a honourable way rather than death by cowardice. Probably while protecting someone.
Hobbies
• play guitar, paint, draw, write, listen
Talents
• painting, drawing, writing stories, poetry, play guitar, and to listen

myOtaku.com: TearlessGreyEyes

Thursday, March 1, 2007

hello.

poems... yet again. but wutever right. u all seem to like them. (by the way, thanks to all who comment on my poems) sadly enough, i won't become much of a writer. probably only part-time. i shall fulfill my dream of becoming a doctor and an author/poet on the side. well then, i will let u all read my poems yet again. or rather just one for today.

Poisoned Knives

The rain falls down like poisoned knives.
Just like the way they look at me.
Disgusted looks imprinted in my mind.
Just like poisoned knives that pierce me.

To hide behind my shield of hate,
Is to hide from darkness as well as light.
An only escape through death's gate,
I must open, lest surrender to the reaper's fight.

Supposedly read just like a book,
but the pages are torn and frayed.
I wish for consoling words and loving looks,
but only pain is suppressed by prayed.

All their words are tearing me up inside,
Shredded from mind to spirit, as if I'm nothing.
I am now nothing. Haunted forever in mind.
Their words tear deep, and they bleed steadily.

He held my pain, for I am who he cared.
Carried part of my burden and sorrow.
He softly spoke when it was too much to bear.
But then he was taken the day after 'morrow.

The pain grew greater as his death tore deep,
The one I cared most gone in one blink.
He left me my burden and my pain to keep.
Too heartbroken, my mind clouded, unable to think.

The rain feels like poisoned knives,
Knives that pierce so deep.
Although it cleanses me of pain in mind.
His death like knives, that pain I shall keep.

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