Saigen-naku

Secret Lovers "I won't let you lay another finger on Naruto!" The words Hinata spoke so firmly as the dust settled around her feet, Pein's feet screeching to a halt a few meters away. "What're you doing here!!? Get out of here! You're no match--" "I know" Hinata interrupted me, her abrupt answer shocking me briefly. "I'm…just being selfish…" What the hell could she be thinking? Was she TRYING to get killed? "What're you talking about!? What're you doing here!? It's dangerous!!" My words seemed to bounce right off her, the shy girl that had always stuttered whenever she spoke, had a look of dead seriousness about her. "

Ever feel like the world's crashing down, That you can't find the beat to move your feet, That you live in a place where every single sound, Has been drowned? Ever feel that crushing weight in your mind, That whispering voice that you haven't got the right, To feel the way you feel, That you should be happy, You've got it so damn good, That unlike so many others, So many things are right in your life? Do you ever doubt your ability to love? To take care of the people, Who are precious to you, To smile for them when everything feels rough? Have you ever run out of words, Even though you know you have to think of some, Because

Pant, pant, pant. I was running, that is my first memory. From what or from whom, I do not know. My clothes are tattered, my feet are bare and being cut open by stones. I want to stop, but I know I can't, so I keep going. Pant, pant, pant. I'm still running when I notice that I'm covered in blood. It isn't mine though. Strange how I knew that with out having any memories other than running. I find a road and almost get hit, thankfully, it stops. I see a man, not much older than me get out. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place a name. Thud. I collapse on the road, falling unconscious, only faintly aware of being picked up. I don't care a

Stubborn as a mule That is what I am Even though you try To make me see the  truth You say things I can't believe "You're beautiful" They all agree with you But why can't I see? You say someone will love me But I don't see how any could Who could ever love me? Why do you care so much? Answer these questions Tell me the truth behind it all Am I really so pretty? Am I really worth anyone?

The desire to live On the beach is great To surf the waves Or sit beneath the moon But who could sit with me? Overweight and rude? Who would want that? Who would care? The beach is a safe haven When I am lonely But even if I can't be there now I will get there some day

The pink bracelets on my wrists, Are a representation that I remain positive, In negative times. The red necklace on my neck, Shows that my heart is bright and beating, But that the scars run deep. The orange gloves on my hands, Remind me that I remain strong, And never let things go. The yellow tshirt on my body, Is a representation that my soul, Is bright, happy, and cheery. The green earrings in my ears, Show that I am a good listener, Who is always willing to be there. The blue bows in my hair, Remind me that my thoughts, Are Mariana's Trench deep. The purple shoes on my feet, Represent that nothing in the world, Is ab

Be more concerned with your character than your reputation, because your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are. Polish your character and forget what others say. Author unknown

Song of the Sea Sirens: The roaring wind was quick to die As the fog began to form. Silence soon surrounded us Like a calm before the storm. In the darkest distance; against the light I could hear a haunting melody. It seemed to sound like a Siren's call Coming from across the sea. Immediately my crew reacted As we dove beneath the deck. Wool and wax to plug the ears And ropes to tie me back. As a Captain of this Pirate ship My duty was plain to see. Tied to the mast as a sacrifice Was where I soon would be. For one alone must endure the call Else the Siren would not sing. This had been a long tradition Since the time of t

Hardwork v.s. Talent: In this world, hard work is everything. As ridiculous as it may sound, it is indeed a fact that cannot be ignored. Whilst the existence of geniuses or natural prodigies cannot be discounted as a mere anomaly of fate, it is also incorrect for us to believe that we cannot surpass them in our own way. The fact that some people appear to be more skilled at a particular task is simply the illusion of 'best fit'. If a hundred people were asked to write poetry, some would be good and some would be bad. If the same hundred were asked to play sports, some would be good and some would be bad. Even if we take into account the fac