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Her fingers float over the ivory and onyx keys,   Like Russian ballerinas* dancing gracefully along a wooden stage.   The melodies her fingers bring forth speaks of heartbreak and loneliness,   As the melodic beats of rain bullet the window. Her heart leads her fingers to which melody is played.   It is like her finger and her heart has a mind of her own,   Wandering aimlessly through her memories.   Good and bad alike. The music that is brought forth puts her in her own perfect reality.   The sky out the window is dark cold and bleak   Rain patters the window sill with a rhythm to it   Onyx clouds cover the sky making the room even more da

Kakashi's POV “Hey Obito….Rin…. It's been a while since I've stopped by to see you guys due to all the missions I've been getting from Hokage-sama… Not to mention I have a squad of genins of my own now… One of them coincidentally is Minato –sensei’s kid….Naruto Uzamaki to be exact… He reminds me a lot about you Obito…careless, clueless baka… Yet he has the determination that you had…always wanting to do better. There’s also an Uchiha on my squad….Sasuke Uchiha…hardworking, stern, cold, yet he doesn't have a sense of teamwork…none of them does to b

Rain: Cold, drops of water Washes all the pain away What’s left, broken hearts. Swords: Sharp and dangerous Yet, graceful and very swift. A hero’s weapon Spring: Pretty and peaceful Filled with flowers and sunshine With a chance of rain.

Fight after fight, screams after screams, I try so hard, so desperately to cling to the bonds this family has left. To glues them and tie them back together like how I remember they were when I was a naive child. But they’re slowly breaking away I have no one to look up to… ‘Older brother?’ he flew from the nest already… ‘Mom?’ still in the middle of the showdown… I’m helplessly stuck in this dark, bottomless void,   gripping to my frightened younger brother and nowhere for a safe place of refuge to be in. The darkness is slowly closing in on us… my brother whimpers in dist

        Listen to this~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaT7DaqPbxs most of it is inspired by this song…    What is this? This aching feeling inside of me…    I don’t know what it is….    It hurts when I see them….so…so happy together…    I put on a fake smile when I see them… am.. am I lying?    Am I truly happy or no….    I laugh, I talk, I go on with my day like nothing is hurting…    Nothing….nothing at all…    I try to ignore the pain…this excruciating pain in my chest…    But no matter I tried…. I can’t…    I just ca

It’s Friday night, I drop my school bag on the floor with relief.   It’s time to begin my ritual. I change into something more suitable for a flying jump kick. I put on my Under Armour and flew down to the kitchen. Brew up my tea, inhaling the calming scent it brings to me. I then sip my tea; it calms the mind, the body, and increases my focus. Plug in my headphones, put them in my ears, and play my theme song. I warm up with my various stretches and combos. Drop kicks, crescent kicks, flying jump kicks. Striking palms, back fist, quick jab. I start wrapping up my hands while formulating a strategy in my head.   I hear a

Every day, I look for something to live for Every day, I look for something to love. Every day, I go through a constant battle between the balance of my yandere and tsundere side. Sometimes I’ve given up all hope, because I couldn’t change   what’s behind me. I feel all the pain rising inside, rushing back to me like an unrelenting tide. But I’ve held up my head for long, why? Is it because of my pride, my dignity, my honor, my family, my friends,   or the gamble on my future. I don’t know, I just don’t know why I’ve held it up for this long. ~But I'll go the distance and find where I belong..

Every day, I would put a mask on me, a fake, phony identity. Every day, every hour, every minute, I hide myself from the world, out of sight, tuck away, so no one could see. When I get home, I would run run to the onyx  piano. The melancholy melodies that springs forth from my fingers. They tell of a tale of sadness and heart break. The black and ivory keys lead to something, ~ The secrets of my life.

They wanted a perfect daughter, One who is obedient to the end of the world, One who is dainty and fragile like a flower. A daughter that would bring honor to her family by punctuality and etiquette. I’m the one that would bring shame to the family name. I thought I would be the one,   the daughter that they longed for to help out the family. But no, I was wrong, I grew up as girl with brains and who always speaks her mind. I was considered a shame and I let down my parents. Why? Because of my recklessness. Now, when I look at myself in the mirror, I look for someone worthwhile; But I was wrong, I see nothing. And I’l