A poem I wrote a little while back, inspired দ্বারা something I was reading... আপনি probably wouldn't believe it after পাঠ করা this, but I'm usually a pretty cheerful person. :)
Looking Backwards in the Dark
Our days are numbered দ্বারা the gods
and counted দ্বারা demons,
Our names are sacred and our trust
Is nonexistent. Those who trust, die.
Faith can kill. Having none will destroy
your soul eventually. No medium, it seems.
প্রণয় is terrifying and friendship
Is as tenuous as the short bridge of letters
that convert friend to foe. Good and evil
Take a thousand different forms in the
eyes of the beholders. What is true?
Walk a thousand miles with a lantern
and ask for names. Beware the dark,
Churches are no sanctuary against
anything. And a darkened human soul
Is too powerful. A black হৃদয় can conquer.
The perfect world is a pretty shell
Over a rotting interior. Forged in flames of
death and destruction, cooled with tears.
O the times! O the morals!
What is written is done. Spoken words
lose their meaning. Don’t even think about
trying to escape Fate. Call on the gods
And beg them to keep their power from us -
Humanity is not ready. But does anyone
Believe in anything any more? I do not know
And so we go on. Brother against brother
And friend against friend, lover against lover
In this senseless, never-ending war.
The fault lies in ourselves…
Ask: What is all this for?
Looking Backwards in the Dark
Our days are numbered দ্বারা the gods
and counted দ্বারা demons,
Our names are sacred and our trust
Is nonexistent. Those who trust, die.
Faith can kill. Having none will destroy
your soul eventually. No medium, it seems.
প্রণয় is terrifying and friendship
Is as tenuous as the short bridge of letters
that convert friend to foe. Good and evil
Take a thousand different forms in the
eyes of the beholders. What is true?
Walk a thousand miles with a lantern
and ask for names. Beware the dark,
Churches are no sanctuary against
anything. And a darkened human soul
Is too powerful. A black হৃদয় can conquer.
The perfect world is a pretty shell
Over a rotting interior. Forged in flames of
death and destruction, cooled with tears.
O the times! O the morals!
What is written is done. Spoken words
lose their meaning. Don’t even think about
trying to escape Fate. Call on the gods
And beg them to keep their power from us -
Humanity is not ready. But does anyone
Believe in anything any more? I do not know
And so we go on. Brother against brother
And friend against friend, lover against lover
In this senseless, never-ending war.
The fault lies in ourselves…
Ask: What is all this for?
TURN BACK NOW IF আপনি DON'T LIKE INUYASHA!
(ME:*gulp* I don't wanna!
KYO:*whatching with interest*
INU'S CREATER:Have to!
ME:No!
INU:*unsheaths Tetsiuga* SAY IT!
ME:O.O "!"
INU:what?
ME:I don't...own Inu অথবা other characters অথবা his cute ears *touches inu's ears*
INU:*hurts me badly*
ME:i do how ever own Aiko,Kyo,Iuana,and Kiana!SO HA!Owwwwww!)
_______________________________________
KIANA:Iuana!Iuana!
*in the goshinbaku*
IAUNA:haha!
aiko:haha shhhhhhh.
*voices in the backround*
(on hold sorry)
(ME:*gulp* I don't wanna!
KYO:*whatching with interest*
INU'S CREATER:Have to!
ME:No!
INU:*unsheaths Tetsiuga* SAY IT!
ME:O.O "!"
INU:what?
ME:I don't...own Inu অথবা other characters অথবা his cute ears *touches inu's ears*
INU:*hurts me badly*
ME:i do how ever own Aiko,Kyo,Iuana,and Kiana!SO HA!Owwwwww!)
_______________________________________
KIANA:Iuana!Iuana!
*in the goshinbaku*
IAUNA:haha!
aiko:haha shhhhhhh.
*voices in the backround*
(on hold sorry)
The Mona Lisa
The Mona Lisa is one of the worlds most famous art pieces but at one point it was stolen দ্বারা a man who thought that Italian paintings should be shown in Italy and not France so… when he was all alone in the room where the Mona Lisa was so he took the painting and stuffed it under his smock. It took a week for the museum to find out that the painting had gone missing. I think that ever since this painting went missing museums have আরো security then they did then to protect আরো thefts.
I think that this connects to chasing Vermeer because “the lady writing” it on the go and Calder and Petra think that it is not নিরাপদ just like how the Mona Lisa wasn’t নিরাপদ in the museum in France. I think that defiantly Calder and Petra would be helpful.
The Mona Lisa is one of the worlds most famous art pieces but at one point it was stolen দ্বারা a man who thought that Italian paintings should be shown in Italy and not France so… when he was all alone in the room where the Mona Lisa was so he took the painting and stuffed it under his smock. It took a week for the museum to find out that the painting had gone missing. I think that ever since this painting went missing museums have আরো security then they did then to protect আরো thefts.
I think that this connects to chasing Vermeer because “the lady writing” it on the go and Calder and Petra think that it is not নিরাপদ just like how the Mona Lisa wasn’t নিরাপদ in the museum in France. I think that defiantly Calder and Petra would be helpful.
I am not nice but I feel.
I wonder but I don't know
what about.
I hear people talking but I never know what they say.
I see many thinks but never know what I'm looking at.
I want people to look to the past but not dwell on it.
I pretend to be something I'm not.
I fell things i cant see.
I touch and the smoothest things feel rough.
I worry that the দিন will never end.
I cry but tears never come.
I understand that not ever ones the same.
I say something i don't mean.
I dream but only see blackness.
I hope that someday someone we'll see through my shield I put up and see me.
I am not nice but i feel.
I am who I am!