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Post by Kita on Sept 10, 2010 6:42:30 GMT -8
"To hear your Espada tell tell it... Yes, it is very possible." Kita stopped on a new page towards the end of her book as her eyes slowly gazed over the text.
It’s Over…
It’s been a bad day And I just sit and wonder Was it all just one big lie? As tears fall from my eyes I think of you And every haunting memory Hoping my feelings will soon fade and die So sick of falling down this endless abyss Full of the pain and misery you caused Almost lost all hope Didn’t think this vicious circle will come to its end But then as if by magic The pain was suddenly gone I open my eyes To the coming of the dawn The pain that I felt Is gone, extinct, dissolved.
Kita closed the book and looked to Aizen. "And with that... I do not care who or what he is any longer. He can live his empty and emotionless life 'alone'."
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Post by Lord Aizen on Sept 10, 2010 7:23:44 GMT -8
Aizen shook his head. "And, so he shall, dear. That was beautiful, nonetheless."
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Post by Kita on Sept 10, 2010 8:07:03 GMT -8
Kita nodded, "Thank you, Lord Aizen." Kita got from her seat and walked over to a small bookshelf in the room. She pulled a book of various poems, turned and walked back towards Aizen. She extended her hand with the book. "Here find one you like and recite it for us. I am sure you will do great." Kita told him. She then turned and walked back to her chair taking a seat.
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Post by Lord Aizen on Sept 10, 2010 8:38:36 GMT -8
Aizen took the book from Kita and smiled. "You are determined to hear me speak." He thumbed through the pages of the book, until he came across one to read.
A Dream Pang:
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest edge you came one day *This was my dream* and looked and pondered long, But did not enter, though the wish was strong: you shook your pensive head as who should say, 'I dare not--to far in his footsteps stray- He must seek me would he undo the wrong.'
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all behind low boughs the trees let down outside; And the sweet pang it cost me not to call And tell you that I saw does still abide. But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof, For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
"A Dream Pang, written by my favorite author, Robert Frost."
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Post by Kita on Sept 10, 2010 8:49:35 GMT -8
"Yes, a very good one at that. I do believe I have one in here by him that I wrote down awhile back." Kita said thumbing through her book once more. "Ahh, yes. Here it is." Kita replied looking at the text in the book. "The Road Not Take..."
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Closing her book once more she titled her head with a warm smile. "A very good poet that he is."
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Post by Lord Aizen on Sept 10, 2010 8:54:35 GMT -8
Aizen smiled as Kita recited her poem. "You are quite the poet. I could say, you are as good as he is."
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Post by Kita on Sept 10, 2010 8:57:34 GMT -8
Kita shook her head, "Never could I be as good as he. My talent is limited. I can only write when the poem comes to me and that a few and far between."
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Post by Lord Aizen on Sept 10, 2010 9:15:00 GMT -8
"Write from the heart, not from the mind." said Aizen as he closed the book. "It is easier, that way."
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Post by Kita on Sept 10, 2010 10:15:42 GMT -8
"That's the only way I know how to write." Kita stated. "Are you done reading, Lord Aizen?" Kita asked watching him closing the book.
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Post by Lord Aizen on Sept 10, 2010 10:29:29 GMT -8
"Yes, I am." said Aizen. "Is there anything else you would like me to read or recite?"
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Post by Kita on Sept 10, 2010 10:36:03 GMT -8
"Don't if you do not wish it. Then no. I force no one to do what they do not wish to do." Kita told him.
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Post by Lord Aizen on Sept 10, 2010 10:54:54 GMT -8
Aizen nodded. "I have nothing to share at the moment, dear."
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Post by Kita on Sept 10, 2010 11:25:30 GMT -8
Kita nodded to Aizen. "Well then I wonder if there is another in the room that would like to share something with us?" Kita asked looking around the room.
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Post by Peachy on Apr 29, 2011 18:19:12 GMT -8
Peachy raised her hand. "I will share." she siad with a small smile, then once again walked on to the stage. This poem is simply called "No Platonic Love." And it's from my poetry book!~ Tell me no more of minds embracing minds, And hearts exchang'd for hearts; That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds, And mix their subt'lest parts; That two unbodied essences may kiss, And then like Angels, twist and feel one Bliss. I was that silly thing that once was wrought To practise this thin love; I climb'd from sex to soul, from soul to thought; But thinking there to move, Headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then From soul I lighted at the sex again. As some strict down-looked men pretend to fast, Who yet in closets eat; So lovers who profess they spririts taste, Feed yet on grosser meat; I know they boast they souls to souls convey, Howe'r they meet, the body is the way. Come, I will undeceive thee, they that tread Those vain aerial ways Are like young heirs and alchemists misled To waste their wealth and days, For searching thus to be for ever rich, They only find a med'cine for the itch ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "That's all." Peachy siad, as she gave a quick curtsey.^_^ i'm aware that this is like a love poem involving 'sex' Though, does anyone perhaps, have any deeper thoughts about what this poem might be like trying to say or relay?
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