Forbidden Fruit by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Forbidden Fruit
I have gazed upon you
Often from afar
Knowing that you are unattainable
I have to hide my feeling for you
Like a lid to a box that must not be opened
Cover the forbidden with a mask
I can never let those feelings show
Falling from the hidden stars
Are black rose petals covered in blood
Staining your perfect face and hands
I am the holder of these rose petals
I have corrupted your perfection
Please stay away from me I plead
For you are my flawless, perfect angel
I find myself longing for you
Even though you are an impossible dream
A figure in a wonderful world
The one attached to my broken soul
Knowing that nothing will sep
A Sound In the Darkness 6 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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A Sound In the Darkness 6
Kumochi felt eyes on her. "Shouldn't you be studying?"she asked him without looking up from her notebook. Her pencil continued to move swiftly across the page.
"Hn," he said looking back at the scrolls in front of him.
Kumochi chuckled to herself and reread the words she had written.
If I am the Masochist
Does that mean you are the sadist?
Because you cause me so much pain
Yet I keep coming back to you
So I must like the pain you inflict
So I am the masochist, I guess
The loneliness hurts me inside
Since I am the masochist
I must enjoy it, but I do not
The pain fells like fiery nails
Scraping across my bare skin
It hurts more
A Sound In the Darkness 5 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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A Sound In the Darkness 5
Her training consisted of making him run laps. They were not normal laps. Normal laps you could take breaks maybe even slow down. Kumochi was ruthless. She did not let him rest once. Finally, not able to run anymore, Sasuke collapsed. Sweat poured down his face. He closed his eyes. In between his gasping breathes, he chuckled.
If Sakura and the other fangirls saw me now, they would probably not even attempt to get close to me. He thought. And if they did Kumochi sensei would probably eat them.
Something cold and wet was dumped on his body. He sighed at the drastic change of temperature. He opened his eyes and saw Kumochi sensei drinking
A Sound In the Darkness 4 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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A Sound In the Darkness 4
She woke up and looked at the clock. She sighed it was a more reasonable hour but still too early to wake Sasuke up. So instead, she went down the hallway to the small outdoor garden she had made. She started to tend her roses.
Awake already, Kumochi-chan? a voice asked.
Kumochi looked up and started to rise. Orochimaru-sama shook his head. He looked at the roses.
They are doing remarkably well. He commented bending down to smell one of the roses.
Yes, it is surprising. She said.
You are going to need to wake him soon. He said.
Yes, Orochimaru-sama, She said. She pic
A Sound In the Darkness 3 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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A Sound In the Darkness 3
A younger version of Kumochi looked around the dark corridors. Kumochi was ten years old and had the appearance of a seventeen year old. Kumochi had three very powerful clan traits flowing through her veins. She was Akumu, Musei, and an unknown clan. Kumochi claimed that she didnt know what it was but she was lying. Akumu could give people dreams and through this power the memories and abilities are passed down. Musei are changelings and the ones that are born with animal body parts develop much faster than normal.
A door opened, Kumochi squinted against the bright light. Itachi was standing the doorway. The words of her mother ec
A Sound In the Darkness 2 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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A Sound In the Darkness 2
He stared at it and felt his own curse mark. She felt his eyes on her. She turned around and glared at him. She moved her hand to cover it.
Will you mind your own business? she growled.
Hn, he said.
She rolled her eyes and entered her room. After, she left Sasukes presence she sighed.
Why does Orochimaru always use my clan name when we have guests? She asked silently. She closed the door and Chishio meowed at her. Kumochi sat down.
You dont like him either I take it? Kumochi asked Chishio.
Chishio shook her head. He has no respect for authority. He didnt even bow to Oroch
Blood Covered Blindfold by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Blood Covered Blindfold
Instinctively I tighten the knot
That fastens my blindfold around my eyes
The blindfold covers my eyes protecting me
From the cold, cruel, harsh, bitterness
That always awaits me when I open my eyes
So one day I decided to stop
To stop opening my eyes
So I fashioned myself a blindfold
Sewed together by the thread of deceit
Cut from the fabric of shame
Trimmed by the shears of denial
The needle of anguish dipping
Back and forth through the fabric
Until my blindfold was finally complete
I remember holding the fabric
In my hands all those years ago
The silky texture against my skin
A comforting change from the roughness
Of the
Regret Refuse Remorse by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Regret Refuse Remorse
In the dark of my immortal life
I remember the words that cut like a knife
I wish I could take them back
Tear the white from the black
Think before you say or act
Think before you sign the pact
Anger flows from every vein
All is agony, despair and pain
You have controlled me
With your pitiful looks hoping I will not see
What youre doing to me; not caring who you hurt
Treating us as if we were only dirt
I shall not begin a tirade
When you dance around me in a triumphant parade
You dance around my body cold and dead
You are the one who severed my head
Just wait, I will come back for you
I will haunt you until you are clo
Use the glass mask to show
Everyone what is already there
Show them the perfection
That they have been seeking
Let the glass mask blur
All the flaws visible
So they once shouted freak
Now they shout my name
They praise the work of art
That this glass mask has created
The living breathing work of art
Who is caged in a glass display
Do not hide; do not fear
The spotlight, the crowds, the attention
They cannot see your shortcomings
You are a goddess, an idol, an angel
Perfect and flawless at least
To their ever judging eyes
The glass mask makes you
Something that you are not
The ultimate pretender
The gorgeous model
The dre
Fragment In My Bloodstream by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Fragment In My Bloodstream
This red rose petal will be the last
To fall from my broken arm
I promise I will shed no more tears
For I will endure when all is passed
I will forever be safe from all harm
Safe from all, as long as no one nears
Away from any pain I crawl
Hiding from those who will hear my call
I tell you this cannot be true
I cannot be numb through and through
There must be one part that still weeps
Perhaps it is buried inside the deeps
I am motionless statue stone cold
Unmoving, unflinching; no fear or dread
Blood and pain are my obsession
To me both are worth more that gold
Seeing white turn into red
I tell you this is not a confession o
Dark Lullaby
This is my dark lullaby to you
You my forgotten love
Black bloody tears stream down
Your lovely face; youre asking why
Why did this happen?
You point at me and suddenly it is all my fault
You always find someone else to blame
All the pain that you feel
You make others feel it too
My finger dancing on the keys
Sleep as I play my dark lullaby
To you and only you
The scars are for you so sleep
Dont forget the haunting melody
Sleep as I play my dark lullaby to you
Melody soft and sweet
That lures you to sleep
I play the dark music
Dont close your eyes
Please close your eyes
Chorus:
Your p
Dream Of Broken Things by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Dream Of Broken Things
Youre such a shame
When you all became
Such fragile broken things
Broken puppets on broken strings
You close your eyes
Broken heart coated with lies
Dance on glass broken
Sing while mountain are shaken
Broken glass is falling
From the sky; broken heart are calling
Blood dripping from the heart
Broken glass pulls me apart
Chorus:
I know the broken glass is destroyed-
In anger; when is void
Tears is all that the rain brings
Dream of broken things
I see all the broken jewels
Seeing everyone as fools
Butterflies on broken wings
Falling, Fate cuts her strings
Roses bloom through the rain-
Of broken things; they fi
Chapter 1 April Fools by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Chapter 1 April Fools
April Fools
Chapter One
The girl stood on her bed so that she could reach the small barred window in her jail cell. She pressed her face against the cold metal bars. She then put her hand out between the bars. She caught a rain drop and pressed it against her cheek. She put her hand against the wall and glared at it with loathing. She hated the walls. They kept her from being out there. She turned her face, once again, toward the window gazing out of it sighing.
Miss? asked a voice behind her. She ignored the voice and continued to stare outside.
Daisy the voice said.
The girl groaned and turned her eyes towa
When I close my eyes
Somehow, even now
I can go back to the beginning
I see the blue skies
And your always near me now
Hold me in your heart
When Im not near
Got to the beginning (beginning)
We are separate and apart
But I can feel here
I remember the days
That we always had
I wish we could go to the beginning
So you could see all the ways-
I told you I loved you; be glad
In the end,
All we have is our souls
They will go to the beginning
To you, my love I will send
For you I would walk on red coals
Chorus:
I remember in the beginning
We never cared about
Anything but being together
but now we have to live
And w
Leaving Hope Chapter 2 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Leaving Hope Chapter 2
Leaving Hope
Chapter Two
It was the night before Kumochi would leave for the school. All her clothing was packed, not like there was much to begin with. She was trying to sleep but she couldnt. She felt restless and uneasy about tomorrow. She also felt anxious to meet kids like her. But something nagged her in the back of her mind.
How will they be like me? Will they have noticeable differences that set them apart from society like me? I mean, I am normal besides a few oddities.
She got out of bed and began to pace. She glanced at the clock. It read 2:42 AM.
Kumochi groaned. Come one, I want it to be light already!
Nightmare Wake Me Up by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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Nightmare Wake Me Up
I turn out the lights
And crawl into bed
The night closes in
And I sleep
I fall into a dream like no other
I breathe in the scent
Of the fragrant rose
Then vines with thorns wrap around me
I cant escape as they squeeze
Blood drips on my clothes
Chorus:
The nightmare changes scene
All this darkness is not real
But can I live til the morning
Take me away from here
Wake me up from the nightmare
I hold a knife in my hand
I lean over another body
I do not heed their cries of mercy
I just smile cruelly and kill them
And they join the countless others
I run from the bodies
Dead now alive again
Running as far awa
New Faces Swirl Around Chap 3 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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New Faces Swirl Around Chap 3
New Faces Swirl Around
Chapter Three
The rest of the car ride was fairly boring.
There it is, Mr. Jones said pointing.
Kumochi followed his finger and did a double take. Surely Im not going to be living in that . . . they call that a school? It looks more like a town. Kumochi thought. Its huge she chocked.
Mr. Jones chuckled. That is true. he said.
They drove closer and Kumochi saw how huge the school really was. Mr. Jones stopped the car at the schools gates. A woman was waiting for them.
Mr. Jones looked at Kumochi. Get your suitcase. he said.
Aren
The Boy Who Caught Her Eye 4 by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
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The Boy Who Caught Her Eye 4
The Boy Who Caught Her Eye
Chapter Four
Well? Mr. Trapp asked smirking.
Kumochi glared at him again and racked her brain. She then she found what she was looking for. She had read all Shakespeares plays when she was in jail. She and Mimochi quoted Hamlets soliloquy from Act III scene I back and forth when they got bored; which was quiet often.
Kumochi closed her eyes and once again cleared her throat.
To be or not to be- -that is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes Kumochi paused to glance at Mr. Trapps face. It had chang
When Stellar finally made the decision to try to form a village in the feared forest, she began gathering her people. Some came, others came but immediately left for fear of being found, some didnt come at all. But Stellar didnt hold that against them. She let them leave without saying a word of objection.
After a month of recruiting, Stellar lead her people into the forest. They were walking in-. She stopped, looked directly at the seven year old boy who had raised his hand, and said, What?
The seven year old stood up and asked, Why are we considered her people?&
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The girl is perfect like a Barbie doll
She is skinny and pretty
With long blonde hair and tan skin
Each day of school is a beauty contest
Who can show the most skin-?
Without getting caught
Society dresses the doll
And paints beautiful on her forehead
Then hurries to do the same to the next
Beautiful, perfect, Barbie doll
All wearing exactly the same thing
Just on different days of the week
The system is broken
And in desperate need of repair
For it is only based on appearance
Which are fleeting: why is-
Personality not a factor
Why do only the pretty become perfect?
I am flawed, yes I know
But so are you living dolls
Darkness is wrong.
Darkness is dangerous.
Darkness is scary, lonely, cold,
Uncaring, hating, evil.
If this is Darkness,
Then why does it comfort me?
Darkness is wrong.
Darkness is dangerous.
Darkness is scary, lonely, cold,
Uncaring, hating, evil.
If this is Darkness,
Then we do I hate the light?
Does this mean Im,
Scary, lonely, cold,
Uncaring, hating, evil?
I dont want to be this
Im kind. I care. I love.
So doesnt that mean Im Light?
If I am Then why do I hate it?
The Light.
It burns me.
Shows the weaknesses I have.
Shows my fears.
Shows what Ive done.
Shows my scars.
Okay, I love looking at art work and I love trying to better my own. I write poetry to release un-needed emotions or emotions that I cannot express to a person's face. I listen to music when ever I work; it helps me think if I have background music.
Current Residence: Lititz Pennslyvannia U.S.A. Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative Favourite style of art: Anime, Manga MP3 player of choice: Ipod Favourite cartoon character: Hinata, Dante, Sunako Personal Quote: "There are times that I just want to close my eyes and wish the world away."--Me
Favourite Visual Artist
Claude Monet
Favourite Movies
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bleed the Dream, Green Day,Chevelle, Secondhand Serenade
I am bored and I don't have inspiration. Okay that is not exactly true, I have inspiration for a story and poem but I don't have any will to write anything.
There is a very good reason for this, I lost my brand new camera that I got for my birthday. I can't find in anywhere. . . I pray to God that I find it.
Why does this always happen to me?
I hate being absent-minded.
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1. I am not going to tag anyone else.
2. My favorite drink is Mountain Dew.
3. My animal is apparently a lion. ROAR!!!!
4. I have checked my sanity meter today and it is at none.
5. I love roses especially red ones.
6. I love the rain it hides my tears.
7. Mondays are naturally my worst day.
8. I am tired of hiding.