Some poetry like stuff on individual Azu girls ^_^

[Wolfie]

Ok, I figured I´d violate you with a few....err....looks on the Azu girls, so far I´ve only done Kagura properly and I´m only posting Ayumu´s part without a real go through because someone on another forum was asking me to

First one up is "Her Eyes" :

I have been watching her for about half a year now. Just observing her actions and movements. My friends think I´m weird and also abit of a coward for not speaking to her, but I´m not so sure if I want what they want with someone like her.
I´ve seen her talk with her friends, fight with her friends and laugh with her friends, yet she remains a loner.
Her responsibilities never let her off the hook......She never lets herself off the hook.
I´ve seen her countless times fighting a fight she cannot win, not letting herself win.
She is always competing, competing with herself as well as others.
When she swims her every stroke seems more demanding than the last, like she´s always trying to reach something far ahead of her, but the more she tries the more it saps her strength.
The competition may be the ruin of her own life, because all she can do is strive to do things better.

So when I look at her from my classroom window, the way she runs her laps on the track, how the grit shows itself as she pushes herself for another lap.
Those times when I look at her, I see a torch in her eyes. A torch that is always threatening to blow out at the next gust of air, still shining brightly , but even the smallest of complications might cover her world in darkness.
It often happens during lunchtime that she´s sitting and eating by herself, because she´s in a hurry with her tight schedule.
And at those times I sometimes experience that she stops everything she´s doing and just stares into the blank air, at those times the torch in her eyes is wavering the most.
Somehow I think that´s when she allows herself to think about herself, her own life and not what she must struggle to achieve in the nationals.
That is when I want to go over to her and ask her, ask her anything really, because she intrigues me so and I want to know her struggle with the darkness, that she´d let me help her abit with whatever I could.

However, every time I see her with the other five her torch is burning bright enough to lit a void. At most of those times she seems to forget about the world of competing she thinks she´s forced to live in.
And I feel that my presence would do nothing but hinder and make her remember.
She shines so bright in that group of six that I take inspiration, and I try to set goals for myself......but all my thoughts return to her later on.

A few times I have looked at her in class, and in recess, when I find that she´s staring directly at me. No torch is glaring to make her feel like the top of the world, no wavering is making her worry. At those times I can´t read the torch at all, it is invisible to me.
She looks at me with her big eyes, and I haven´t got a clue what to say or do.
And it makes her even more intriguing, it may mean she´s been watching me.....and it may even mean that I can someday light the fire in her eyes like her five friends does.
That maybe I can make her forget the harsh times of life, and let her be happy.

It looks like I´ll get the chance, because she´s coming my way, her eyes unreadable, shielding her thoughts.

Wish me luck.


Ok, how was that? If you liked it you might want to read this as well, or you might not but I don´t care just please do it "You":

I´ve known you now for three years, three years where I´ve seen you almost every day. And on everyone of those days I´ve seen you smile, a smile that takes in everything and that beyond everything. You smile like you know a little fact noone else knows, and at times I don´t have a clue what you smile for, but it sure as time itself stays there.
Other times you seem to smile because it´s just you, you smile walking down the street, you smile when you find something interesting, you smile in your sleep and you smile for me.
Your eyes have also left me wondering many times. Very often your eyes seem to open outwards and send your thoughts into another dimension, you are not present anymore, but you´re there so strong in soul that everybody notices it but yourself. We always wonder what you think at those times, some of us want to know what wonderful things you are thinking about, and some of us want to know against their own will.
This is how you´ve been ever since I first met you and this is how I want to remember you......but lately your eyes and smile have changed.

I catch you sometimes when you are staring out into space, but you´re not absent like you usually are. You are thinking inwards, thinking about yourself instead of other things.
And when you think about yourself it isn´t happy thoughts. Too many a time others have called you useless, without talent or merit whatsoever.
They look at you, like you´re some kind of person noone understands, something not for this world. And at times I think the same, but not in the same way.
I see you struggle in every event possible, you even loose to me in sports, and then you get laughed at. You´ve always taken that with a wave of your hand and one of those smiles, but in the latest months your smiles have grown weaker and your eyes sadder. I see you think about yourself, what you are, what you can do and what you can become. And I see something die within those big eyes of yours, I see the red around your sad eyes and it makes me cry as well.
You seem so alone, so isolated, because there is noone even remotely like you, and because your abilities seem poor for this world we live in it makes you sad.
I´ve always thought of you as abit weird and special, but not like the others, instead of thinking of you as too weak for this world I think of you as something that this world has lost, something we´ve taken from ourselves.
Now that we´re soon departuring into the world our people have made for us I´d like to talk to you and let you know this, but damnit!, I´m going away, far away to America and that leaves you alone and unguided.

I can only curse myself for leaving someone as isolated as you alone. Thinking of you makes me think of your sad eyes, and those eyes makes me cry, but I do not feel bad about you for making me cry.

It is for you I am weeping.

Please review....:sad:

[Betong Åsna]

Wolfie, although you are actually insane, they're both beautiful. Keep it up

[BobCat]

Wolf-kun, you've got the soul of a poet.

Though some of what you're writing sounds like......<_< >_> (whispering) stalking....

Motoko: STALKER? Shinmei-Ryu....

Uh....RUN!

wolfie. you're such a bastard for making me read all that 0_0. good though.

[Betong Åsna]

I know, it's like you're getting sucked into his little otaku world, and there's no escape, so you'd better start enjoying it! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

[Wolfie]

Originally Posted by Betong Ã…sna

I know, it's like you're getting sucked into his little otaku world, and there's no escape, so you'd better start enjoying it! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

XD.....XD.....XD...... Me?....Otaku?.....:O

How dare you make that assumption?

[Betong Åsna]

You know, it's just a shot in the dark

[!]

... *steps away from wolfie*... This is not healthy, adrian, not healthy

[Betong Åsna]

Gotta admit it's good stuff, though.

[Wolfie]

^_^......I never claimed to be perfectly sane!

My otakuness is my muse

[Betong Åsna]

No it isn't, Ayumu is! Your otakuness is your drive, I suppose!

[Wolfie]

Originally Posted by Betong Ã…sna

No it isn't, Ayumu is! Your otakuness is your drive, I suppose!

..That might be a better way of saying it , yeh...

[Betong Åsna]

Anyway, any more poems in the pipeline?

(Feel free to use my Ayumu sig, if ya want)

[Wolfie]

Hmm, maybe I´ll think of something when I get some alone time ( XD ), I think the next one in line will be either Tomo or Yomi, or maybe both

Meanwhile, This is Wolfie:

This is Wolfie´s brain

[Betong Åsna]

Ha! Did you make that?

[Wolfie]

no, just something I´ve gotten ^_^.....You´d be amazed at the things I got in my pics folder >D