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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
Great Fire of RomeCertain boys used to press their fingertips into my skin
as if they were cigarette butts and I was an ashtray.
They stamped out leftover guilt that wouldn’t burn away,
grounded it into my skin so that when it rained,
I could smell smoke and their brands of cologne.
There are burn marks on the insides of my palms
from all the times they held my hands with bonfires between theirs.
The scars on the inside of my mouth taste like copper and woodsmoke
from where they left their candles
as if I was a faulty altar.
They picked flowers from every garden my body
grew and left them at the feet of some makeshift effigy
as if they had given me a gift.
They burned me to the ground like Rome and dared to call my ashes beautiful ruins.
I have let people ruin me.
Then I found a boy who set my ribcage on fire
and illuminated my lungs with every breath.
His fingertips were fireflies
and my body was a warm summer night.
The lanterns on his lips lit up every corner of my being until my body c
1901, SomewhereI am tired of opening my eyes and immediately wanting to empty myself out. I am less like a garden hose, a vessel of water pouring itself onto death, these days and more like a watering can. I have to be filled up first. I have to be tipped head first, hands over knees, before I can give up. I run out, often.
And I know what they will say. It is not beautiful, in any way. The priests at my old church call it praying but I feel more and more like the mantis these days. Preying. I keep trying to climb trees that are dead in the hopes I will be the one who finds the one live branch. I am trying to find the one inch of live wick in my own self too. I keep cutting and cutting but I never find the green.
It’s all black in here, you know. I am less the color of obsidian and more coal, more the color of gray darkness. I am ___. I cannot even manage to exist bleakly enough to be called night, to be called eyes closed forever, to be called keyboard keys when no one is touching them. I am t
The future we won't haveDeluded by hatred;
The fights go on,
The wars don't stop,
And the suffer won't end.
People flee from their home,
Bombs and rockets only destroy
What humanity worked so hard on to build;
Now shattered into pieces.
With tears in their eyes,
The people mourn for the fallen,
Pray to the heavens,
But it seems all in vain,
Because no matter what they do,
The fights go on,
The weapons destroy,
Until nothing is left.
It only shows
That humanity grew cold
That there's no love in our hearts;
Replaced with distrust
And selfish thoughts.
Why is it so hard
To live in this world,
To be unique
And to coexist with others
From our own kind?
Why can't they see
That the future we build
Is one were we humans
Can't live anymore?
Inner StrengthYou feel it again
That burning in your breast
When you want to speak up
You know who you are
And you know the rest
But instead you hold back
Clutching to your sacred words like a cross
Don’t let it get lost inside you
Don’t let yourself go unheard
Like all those defining moments
You let fall through your fingers
You could have said something
But you chose to caress
The thought of another hanging on a moment
Passive aggressively taking control
Of a truth or opinion that is yours alone
Close your eyes and count to ten
This is one of those moments
When your life will never be the same
You can start again
And relieve your pain
If you would just speak up
You have the power to change your path
You can find the courage
To not hold back
It all starts with you
What do you have to lose?
1:40amthe empty-belly night sky rumbles
Lana aches in my ears
the curtains curl around lightning-flash
my fingers smell like smoke
and I try to sweep you out of my untidy head
but you linger in the corners still
like you always do.
life is the looming monster we never look straight in the face
afraid of its shadow.
I want to wrap my arms around you
I want you to be the future I am so afraid of
I wrapped my past around my fingers so tight
it cut off the circulation
i want to cut all the threads of my never-let-go
and let my truth stand as unaplogetically
as the scars I've let heal
I am learning how to never adjust my views for your approval
my skin is not an apology
this is not an invitation to walk over me
learning yourself is like learning a city
it is continually changing
growing out and shifting under
like our fingernails
or the sunset.
Delightful Dreams“If you could do anything now, what would you do?”
After hearing these words I gave it a moment or two
And found that swimming in my mind was not the will to be kind,
Was not to end poverty or make a world so divine,
But instead to meet old friend, sister and brother
And let ourselves lose within the presence of another.
For none to control our talks
Or to mandate our attire.
For us to sneak out at night
And set a rebel flag on fire.
Perhaps just too freely talk
Or meet the friends I have yet to.
Oh yes! Simply to slowly walk
Amidst an urban ocean side view!
Perhaps Washington where I once shed tears!
I’ll walk the starlit streets with a date
Whose name I won’t remember in years!
Arm in arm,
Up and down stone steps and sidewalk paths,
Gazing over the shimmering waters,
Surrounded by brilliant architecture at last!
But though I desired to reveal these thoughts
In the presence of the asker, I knew I should not
For it is a sin to dream of such selfish t
Fearing the DarkCowering
in fear of an invisible beast
behind the counter
in the sweltering heat
at the chill down my spine
at the shifting shadows
out of the corner of my eye
to my own shallow breathing
from the monster inside
Remember Meremember the days when black skies didn't blot out the sun overhead,
a time where colors danced from the petals edge yearning for the light of day,
and ever in the effervescent dawn of morning sunshine burst hope,
the days when you stood for something just a little more then pity and self indulgence,
where the sweat of your brow was enough to drive away all sicknesses that ailed you,
where truth and justice weren't virtues but codes of conduct for life itself,
the bitter tides of fate binding nothing but a few paper books with rotting leather spines,
where being a hero started first with standing up for yourself rather then something bound by fairy tales and graphic novels,
you used to have imagination once and the places it took you where more fanciful then anything this reality ever could have offered,
and yet something about it always kept drawing you back in with a fighting fervor,
where being with someone meant less about sex and more about companionship,
and at the end of the day
in your centreI want to dig your chest up slowly
like an archeaological site,
I want to brush against your veins,
clean up your rib cage for months,
breathe within your lungs, watch
the blood pump through your body,
and finally -
finally find the treasure you hide,
a two-chambered, pulsing organ of life.
Maybe if I open up your treasure chest,
What do you hide?
What do you feel?
What is at your core?
My hand against your chest;
I feel your heartbeat, nothing more,
and I wonder about the things within
which I shall never know.
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.
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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