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Kim TakashiTaka-san AKA Kim Takashi
Age: 19 Sex: Female Race: Asian-American
Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue-Green
Height: 5'9" Weight: 110#
Bust: 36c Waist: 28" Hips: 30"
Kim is a member of the Phoenix League as a Souledger. She is the Alpha-Female of the League and through her all other Souledger's receive their orders. She is the fourth generation of her family to be chosen as a souledger, having been trained all of her life for this task. She is trained as a Samurai and in the Martial arts of Jujitsu. Her weapons are the Katana and Wakizashi. Both are family heirlooms and have been used by all other souledger's from her family. She is bound by family honor to keep them both safe or she will lose her honor. And being exiled and hunted by other family members and will also loose her special abilities. She is Jeramius's second in command and closest friend. She is also hoping that one day she and Jeramius will be married, because their child will also be a souledger. Like all other Souledger's she lives
My eyes are a road, which I can't walk on.
The blood is choking my brain, but the heart goes.
Ears are my sight, music has a face.
Touch is a search, and embrace is acknowledgement.
The feet are my fist, it always leaves a trail.
Pain is unknown, it's never been felted.
Lungs are respect, give and receive you have to breath sometime.
Fear is something, something is just a word.
My hand is a spine, always there for support.
Taste is bliss, you always want more then is.
Tears are reminders, scars are the pictures.
Fingers is a song, play the right rhythm.
The heart is the skin, it's not that deep.
The sprit is a guide, the devil is card.
Life is blood, it covers the earth.
The mind is gateway, you're the key.
I am, therefore I am.
Profile RhythmRhythm Profile. By Blake Hammond
Age: appears 18 but she actually over 8o years of age. Sex: Female Race: Elite Darkone
Hair: Jet black Eyes: light brown
Height: 5'9" Weight: 118lb
Bust: 38c Waist: 30" Hips: 32"
Nationality: German-Italiano. Date of birth: 1921. Age: Due to Darkone she can not age physical, she appears 18 of age; this is when she made the pact with Satan in 1939. Family: Father, he was German an officer captain of World War I. Deceased. Mother, was a Southern Italian that when to Germany with the father while WWI was going to end. Deceased
This deadly elite Darkone, a former human is one of the very few that went against Satan to take over, failed, and lives. During her time in hell; she was able to raise an army over a thousand of Satan's own hell spawn against him to achieve control of Hell. But unfortunately for her they were wipeout in a manner of minutes, and later she was tortured by being eaten alive, violated, broken every bone, then cast her out of
Topic: Anime conventionsTopic: anime convention like youmacon, and how they grew and popularized.
During throughout the mid 7os and early 2ooos, a now days popularize that is now anime phenomena. Anime is a Japanese style of motion-picture animation, characterized by highly stylized, colorful art, futuristic settings, violence, and sexuality. Even though conventions are in the norm in American for the past sum of 24 years; anime convention takes a whole new light of culture and more or less, entertainment with a slice of a growing business.
Before we can talk about an anime convention, we must first share a moment to understand Anime itself.
As state above, anime is a style used in animation and highly stylize. But this statement doesn't tell you Anime's achievements and its vast history, and its effects on consumers and beyond.
Anime can be found even back during the 7os and the funny thing it; during that time most that watches these Animes without even knowing it exists, as in speed racer, ghost in the she
Absence of everything
How much Can you bear?
How little you could hold in, all the hatred of the bitter sorrows in everlasting heart of all good men.
Is this your meaning of to be whole? To be of anguish nature, as the hands of this heart dig deeply into our souls then imbibe all life around.
How far could you go, with such fog thoughts and curse all that stand in you way. Can't you reroute instead of bear arms if tooth and dagger? Rather than act blindly with such loathing your ground you walk.
Much have been done, from all side in our worlds. I cast all of these you bear in my world. For all that it ever was, is nothingness, the face of vile.
To I, You don't exist nor will ever antedate. For can't bear existence, you have too much odium.
In my world of hearts in heart. To all that bear this common revulsion, what existence do yer have, other then nothing?
From your heart towards me; it speaks in different tones and changes in sight. Yet their thoughts are the same even when it may be in vain. Why changes your routes, even in vain? Scar your heart for these pleasures are calling you, to be among them as the others have. Oh how they run to be in vain, to act if king, yet they're runaways. Simple beats you've made are still the same, yet see how far you made them. How farther you travel down this route, these simple beats can't made to be simple. Too hard and pound against these beats, how far are you willing to travel at this rate? In your irreverence flow, simple beats just won't do. Yet your route is full of cracks and breaks in bridal steps? Until these beats fades down; faded out from your ears of daft melody which been marked across your chest in decay. I ask your heart this: "To one that beats, why don't you beat in your chest anymore? Are you no longer pleased where you once were? The body you've left behind i
First of all, it was an April day, an exceptional month. Where life is brimming, when pasts of the earth are enrich with the flower's of spring, but yet the chill of winter's tips on our lips. When heat is billion years away, still holds close to one another for the warmth. Wanting ours fire's of July in our skies, and the food to give. An enjoyable time we want. October the month when the monsters real or fake show amid in the human's world. It's more easier to be yourself, when your wearing a mask that is. No one knows your true nature. As they say, I can't wait for September! A fun filled month from the oddest ways, when your flower is still rising towards the sun, and toward the moon as well. When the cold air softly touching your cheeks slowly, almost like soft skin of a finger tip. On a moon filled night, when the night was
Meeting Lyla Part 7 Meeting Lyla~
After a couple of knocks the door opens and Sam steps halfway through the door way. Lyla sits up and closes her robe still blushing. "How's he doing?" Lyla turns her head towards him and Blake lifts his head up some to see Sam. "He's still weak, but he'll be ok after some rest." She replies Sam grin before she replies. "You mean TLC don't you." Lyla turn her head away hide her smile and deep red cheeks. Blake smile then waves toward Sam to enter fully and once Sam reaches the end of the bed Blake asks. "I thought Souledger's couldn't get hurt and I've never felt pain like this before." Sam shakes his head. "Not true. If a Souledger can die then they can also fell pain if they've been wounded deep enough." Blake give him a sarcastic glance. "Now you tell me? Thanks a lot." He smiles weakly then his head flops on the pil
Meeting Lyla part 6Meeting Lyla~
The door opens and smiling Samual reaches to help Blake as he stumbles through the doorway. "Are you ok?" Sam asks. "Yeah just tired." Blake answers. "Who's she?" Sam asks "A friend." Blake answers. he lays Lyla on the couch and slowly make his way to a chair but falls to the floor before he reaches it. He awakes to the fell of a cold damp cloth on his forehead and soft lips on his cheeks. His eyes open and slowly they become clear enough to see Lyla sitting beside him to his left. Her bright blue eyes sparkling and red full lips smiling softly. "Good morning hero or should I say good afternoon." She says. he tries to talk but his throat dry and only cough instead. She reaches for a cup that sits on the table beside the bed he lays in. "Here drink this. Sam said it'll help you feel better." slowly he drinks all of the warm liquid and then licks his lips "What... What happened?" He asks. With concern in her eyes she answers. "You passed out on the floor after you put me on
Delusion becomes meDelusion becomes me
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
repeating the implication
and imagery of every sound
as is my duty.
My duty t know
every tragedy and ever
The Sounds Of A DayThere is a man
who wakes every morning
to the sound of ticking,
tick tock tick tock
as he rises
combined with the steady creak
of truly worn bones.
He continues on
drowning the perpetual noise
with his monotony,
both hair and teeth
and two laces
with little bunnies of top.
He walks the empty hallway
to the rhythm of children's laughter
and closes the door
just as it turns to tears.
He arrives at work
brazenly ignoring the serenade of clicks
by a chorus of staples,
cli-click click click.
He is hard to seduce
but soon succumbs to it
wielding his own instrument
just in time for his solo,
rasping upon the stapler
long and hard till
he's finally released.
He runs to the elevator
Indie Wraps Around My EarsIndie Wraps Around My Ears
i like indie rap because it’s art
trapped under a stigma of astigmatism
which is probably why my favorite rappers
wear art frame glasses to see miss
and conception. or somethin’.
i like indie rap because i see myself
in the dudes who weren’t popular enough
to make it into the main’s ear,
soundwaves, or bloodstream
but those other weirdos
wearing sweater vests
with a gold cross linked round necks,
bow ties and nine fifty fitteds.
i like indie rap because i can whisper
broken assonance confused for direct rhymes
and snort lines and hide behind bars
and listen to prison songs
without ending up under the jail.
i like indie rap because i can repeat words
and look cool so words slice through eyes
like swords through irises
because i swore that i’d write
what sounds right and how i’d want
even if you don’t understand how i pen.
so even if my pupil can't pin
down these tones, rhythm, and space
we know tones sigh l
Relief. Relief, oh sweet relief
Miles and miles away
Now, like a nice warm bed
It floods me like the Nile,
Nourishing the irrigation of my veins;
Oh relief, tears of joy
And I will only be honest in this once -
I feared you had left already,
And I had not known you well enough
To understand this.
Today, I am happy
All I could sayIs take care
No harm will be wish upon you
No hatred thrown at you
I will not run after you like I used to
I will not explain myself anymore
I told you enough
So take care
QuartzI am your enigma
I am all that you despise
I am all that you adore
And I never leave your side
I consume the world around you
I am every step you take
I hover just below you
And make your heart ache
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am alive and I am dead
I’m in your head and in your heart
The monster under your bed
I am the caresses you crave
And the kisses you desire
I am the love you deserve
The attention you serve
So I’m not so pure and clear
And I don’t have a golden sheen
My cheeks aren’t sweetly rosy
My purple grace is not mien
My skin’s not milky or sublime
I’m not even shiny gray
I am just a fragile crystal
Almost black from decay
Almost and closeWhat is death but the lack of beauty
that I find in you and me,
the trees that accompany my poetry,
the sky that feels lost,
vast and knowledgeable as it is,
in front of my pleas?
Don't blame the music
sometimes, only it could seal my wounds
and stop the bleeding
but I've given some thought
to the new slate, a pristine name -
I could let my next reincarnation
bring truthful fulfillment
Confused sadness.So much pain --
Even though I [thought] I was prepared
Like - like watching old letters burn
That you kept from your parents;
Like a child pulling helplessly
on the string that once held
their favorite toy;
Or the empty food bowl
with the hungry dog beside it;
Or the woman who watched
her other half
sail away, knowing
she would never see him again.
I thought I could handle it
And I'm still trying
But there it is inconsolable sadness
A slow burn ripping me,
A freight train gutting me,
Splashing me across the tracks;
I just want it to stop -
Please don't go away
I don't want to lose
HushesThe player piano lulls my senses
every note stings
trying to gush out something
from underneath my skin
yet only smoke rises
evanescent from my fingertips
The gentle melody settles like snow
over my little insanity
reaches the surface
of the violent devil within
that's breaking my throat
unable to let loose
a needed scream
It the thing that drives us as human, the very thing we promise ourselves.
Love comes in different forms of the beholder. The essence progress. The gain of reason. Hell, even a poison to fancy.
But what you see here, an awkward man. For very the thing that he loved most, the place that kept him safe. Is now fading away into the forgotten past as many.
Dying inside, but longing for the light that he calls friend. All he sees in this place are soon to be books of blank pages.
He bites his finger, the pen is ready.
Love hasn't brought this man to darkness.
It drives him, to a path he must make. Life and love go hand in hand.
So does birth.
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