An Introduction to Busou Shinki
Armor parts can be equipped much like clothing, with some such parts resembling normal everyday clothing that a human would wear or specialty uniforms or costumes for aesthetic appeal.
REGRET (poem)
Tucked away benth the shallows nothing else in this world matters to me at all, i think about him everyday on a silver cloud he lay high up in the sky piercing through my demon eye i don't know what is to be rage as thick as knives you see over, under gone
Poem of my life
Knowing that all my life i have a smoke everyday hopefully someone one will help me one day for the rest of the days. but i know all my life knowing people telling me if i don't stop smoking all my life i will die.
Why...
Remains becomes... the thing i seek long eluding me forever hiding locked away just out of reach....love...whats foolish notion to think that i could ever find another guy to love me.... sure i hope and dream, but that's all they are... dreams... crying everyday
Love for a lonely heart
Will someone come and let me free from the darkness i am surrounded by everyday? when i see the light.when i see that door open. you have come to set me free. when i see a figure in that doorway and it's you.
The thoughts of time
#1 of poem tell me what you'll think about this poem the past i still remember my past where everyday was the bast moment of the bast second, as we where childrens and nothing culd hold us nor stop us.
Masked Guardian: Chapter 1
It seemed like everyday he got in a fight for something. sighing ryan turned on the water and slowly began to wash the blood out of his fur.
Never To forget
Thoughts go deeper than the bullets that he shoot in his foes and he knows that if he dies today he will never be able to hug his little girl and say "its going to be okay" so he fights like a predator after its prey, putting his life on the line everyday
Harder down the line
**harder down the line** anger and sadness is all i feel everyday alone. i put on a fake smile not to show the pain but i don't cry. a blank face of anger to scare those who think i'm weak or afraid.
Poem #69: Inside of a Box
Packing away things used everyday fills the day and passes away. keys, cleaners and sweat could fill the rooms and hallways of each new place; leaving the old empty.
What If
Tears stream down my face and everyday i give grace for the second chance for the opportunity thank you, everyone, for helping me thank you, everyone, for your support. i have finished the sentence. i have been released.
A look back...
There a part of me, & always will be i'm grateful for that, & the chances i've had for my choices made, i'd like to believe, so far, i haven't done that bad =] even if others see otherwise from your point-of-view everyday we wake, is truly another