KamiKurai

It didn't have to be this way... It never had to be this way... The crack of Sasuke's fist connecting to Naruto's face echoed so loudly he almost wondered if his own bones had broken simply from the force of such a great sound. His wrist nearly buckled under the pressure and though he would never admit it aloud, the young Uchiha was a bit suprised that it simply hadn't shattered like his other. Too much force, too much power, too much chakra flooded through his body. Maybe even too much hatred. But hatred was necessary for what he was about to do. Konoha needed to be destroyed. It needed to pay for everything it had done to him and his cla

there are angels combusting into Lithium Stars and Carbon Dust from just trying to escape your tar-black eyes and deep in the lack of space between us saints are martyring themselves over my hope and your potassium chloride kisses -- you eroded my self control in Lithium Tides and Carbon clocks that took my sanity with them -- i have no rhyme or reason why so i have to trust clock-work instinct, that ticks "buried under stars & oceans & collapsing hearts you're a good person" and ill never see it because im already high on your potassium-chloride kisses and my lithium-carbon cocktail -- i should have never stepped of

the feeling of flight gets me high on your scent, your breath escaping in subtle, matched rhythms to my heart & i cant swallow the romance of your words or the depths of your pragmatism because im already falling ~~~ i forget what it's like to kiss & touch & utterly drown in you and all your cryptic words that set my hands to shaking and my breath on fire with the dying embers left in wake of your absence but i do remember the curves of your face and the nuance of syllables in your name and the feeling of our breath between stars & car rides & long talks about nothing (and this feeling of breathlessness vaguely captures

With a gentle flap of his wings, he landed atop the Great Statue; bare feet barely grazing the marble stone as he proclaimed "This city is ours now." There was an eerie stillness within the emptied city. Rusted and broken metal creaked. The wind howled like a lost, wounded wolf. All inhabitants of the city seemed to continue on, their lives etched eternally into concrete, pavement and walling like ethereal shadows from some unknown time. There was stillness. There was silence. The bombing of Rio was completely unexpected. Neither the Neo-Soviet Union nor the United Federation of America had considered the move. It just happened. Quick and h

somewhere in the night sky there's a shattered star with our names engraved into its very core im watching the wind wave over the water & sometimes i wish your eyes would wave over mine then maybe, just for a second, we might forget what its like to do everything alone. im drowning in the remnants of our memories like a sparrow drowning in the ocean i was meant to fly, but right now i just want to evolve into something with gills and live deep in the remains of what we used to be until i take a turn & devolve back into a little sparrow, broken from the start. if i must fly, then let me fly to the moon & take shelter among

There's an ocean full of stars & relics & memories wasting away behind your Pragmatic Eyes... im choking on cool breezes and the remnants of your sent while we discuss god & the origins of the Universe i tell you i dont believe in god, because if god were real he wouldn't tease me with just enough of you to drown in. all you can think do is laugh, 'cause if i were serious you might have to learn to swim in those pragmatic eyes of yours that I can't get enough of. i tell you something exploded and then here we are but you're too absorbed in not looking back to care. ...sometimes i wish you'd look back because you might get a sma

its five in the morning and we're waiting for the sun to rise on our side. ive long forgotten what it feels like to have the morning grasp my face and kiss away the nights painfullly perfect imperfections. the first rays of sun look almost enchanting against what few colors you can muster up in your eyes and im really trying to sustain whats left of them. youve got a look of gray on your face and i wish you knew i could paint it over with blacks and blues and stars and sunsets that just seem to sparkle more when ive swallowed them while youre pressed hard on my lips.        its twelve in the middle of the d

in my starved broken mind, i was wrapped around lithe muscles a gymnist would envy and coiled inside a heart weak enough to not show weakness and strong enough to be broken. my eyes were vomiting stars and i let them fall at your feet with the universe in your hands as we reveled in a silent grappling with gravity. in my lavishly anguished heart, youve broken open my rib cage and squeezed my lungs til i started to breath. youve spun my world with the songs i taught you to dance to and ive never raved since. in my crystal gazing soul, we're a pair of worn lives, tattered and remended a thousand times for the sake of breathing, inhaleexhalein

flames dance refracting your words like poetic mazes of broken glass and tempest dreams --- in my wasted mind youre shuffling through a labyrinth of broken english --- ive had you on my mind for weeks now and i cant even write a straight line because of it my head is spinning youve turned the room upside down without a second thought --- your blunt callous manner drives me up the wall in such a way that it makes me want to engrave your name on lillies and stone and memory oh wait you've already been engraved burned with ice deep into my memory