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Good Evening, its Monki-Neko at 11:49 pm on January 1, 2009 and I have to things to say: Happy New Years!! & I am so sorry, but I can't write anymore--at least, not now. Sorry. TT_TT

Good Late Afternoon, its Monki-Neko at about 5:36 pm November 10, 2008 and I just want to say that its been a while since I've updated, huh? I mean, an entire two months. Honestly! I am such a lazy glutton. But that's not while I'm posting this entry: I just wanted to say that I haven't forgotten my stories or my fans or anyone who's put alerts on me--I just haven't got around to doing anything yet. But there's good news! I'm working on the third chapter of I Absolutely Hate Men, the second chapter of A Deed Without A Name, and I have just put up a new story for Inuyasha that is actually an anime cross over with Naruto and Yu Yu Hakusho called Fear is Unbecoming. Also, I have decided to work on my first fanfiction piece, Foreigners and Demons. I remember what the original plot line was for it, but I've decided to change that and curve the Harry Sue. You know--the chinese style boy who is now the replacement for Sasuke in my AU world of that story. And that's basically all I have to say for now...Except for one thing: I'm also putting up any ideas I've had at the section toward the end of my profile for anyone who wants to adopt them so long as the original idea is credited to me. And check out my other profiles at Fictionpress.net and TokyoPop.com, k?

Goodbye for now, and don't let the forgotten lessons of history become the white noise that surounds us today.

Good Evening, its Monki-Neko at about 7: 27 pm on September 12, 2008 and I just wanted to say hi and stuff. You know, there are a lot of things I think about and my mind moves a lot faster than my mouth, which is really surprising because everyone is always telling me that I speak too fast. (Insert sigh) But its not really that fast. At least, not in my opinion. But that's probably because I'm the only one who knows what I'm saying, huh?

Anwyway, I did get the first chapter of A Deed Without A Name up and the second chapter of I Absolutely Hate Men, too! Isn't that awesome? Yeah. I think so, too. And you guys know about my new poem/rap/song right? Its called One Wish and I'm really proud of that one, so go on and read it. Their Moment of Insanity is still an idea and something that I won't write for a really, really long time because I'm not mature or as good a write as to write that yet. Besides, its not like I have that much time. Though I do and I'm not supposed to. Anyways, my point is that, besides these fics, I've got personal fics I write for myself and friends so those are important to me, too. Though those don't always get reviews so, these stories on fanfiction.net take priority, okay?

Moving on, I will try to update as quickly as I can or well, whenever I can. And one more thing: On my latest chapter for I Absolutely Hate Men, I have a little contest thing going on, so check that out!

Good Night, Au Revoir and Sayonara!

Good Evening, its Monki-Neko at 8:31 pm on September 8, 2008 and--you know what? You all have heard the line too much for it to mean anything so I'm just going to say that I got the first chapter of A Deed Without A Name today and another poem/song. The ending to my newest story is ambiguous at best and simple at the least, which makes me very sad in a surreal way but you all have been waiting for the first chapter to this story for weeks and I've been a lazy, idiot not getting it up there when I should have. But its here and that's what matters.

Also, my new poem/song is called One Wish and it is a call to action for everyone. Basically a "What the F-- are you doing on your asses?!" kind of thing, you know? And I really have to update the links provided on this site for my other homepages. So I have a lot of work ahead of me, but that's not your problem, so...

Hope you all get a Good Night and have pleasant dreams!

Signing off, Monki-Neko, the lively Jack-in-the-box extraordinaire!

Good Evening or Morning--depends on your point of view, really--its Monki-Neko at 12:53 pm on September 6, 2008 and once again, useless apologies spout from this forked tongue of mine. But I got the second chapter to I Absolutely Hate Men posted tonight, er, today. Whatever. And its about fifteen pages so I hope that tides you guys over until I get my life scheduled, organized and pressed. You know, the usual.

And A Deed Without A Name is almost done, I'm literally on the last pages of it. I'm just trying not to have a lame ending to the very first chapter to a manga that saw more action than two World Wars combined. A warning, however, it tends to turn introspective at times, if not for all throughout the story. Its meant to be because this is not just some fluff fic for fun, this has a whole bunch of honeyed stuff waiting to be typed up and posted. Its meant to be disturbing at times as well and heartbreaking if I'm good enough of a writer. But mostly, its meant to make people question the ideals they have lived by, for good or worse.

Anyway, I'll post it tomorrow. Cross my heart and hope to die if I lie! (insert shudder) JK. I'll just get it on tomorrow and hope its not bad enough to get flamed the first day its up. Heh. heh. You all wouldn't be that mean would you?

Right.

Good Night, Good Morning, Good cheers to all who strive for a better tomorrow.

Good Evening, its Monki-Neko at 9:20 pm on August 16, 2008 and I must sincerely apologize for not posting the first chapter to A Deed Without A Name yesterday or the day before that, I know I said I would but two days ago my sister tookover the computer and yesterday I was too tired to do anything. So yeah, I lied. Sorry. But I'm not a machine and I'm not going to go all wacko because I've been told to work on my anger management. Whoop dee do. That sounds great doesn't it? Thing is, this wouldn't be the first time.

Anyway, I'm just here to say that I'll try to get it in by tonight but I have to sleep before midnight today so I don't know how far I can get in that amount of time, okay? Just know I'm trying my best here. And hoping against hope that I get it in because you all have been so patient with my Lost Years and now my forgetful self. Not to mention lazy, impatient, short-tempered, sort of crazy, semi-nocturnal, maybe smart, sees faces in shadows...Okay, I think I'm going to stop babbling now. Point is though, that I'm not making a promise for a story--I'm making a promise of effort. No more, no less.

Good bye and Good Night.

Good Afternoon, its Monki-Neko at 12:11 pm on August 15, 2008 and I have to say that I'm pretty pumped after waking up at 4:00 in the morning today! The reason I got up was because of that Minyo performance I was talking about yesterday, you know--the one where I would be on T.V.? Well I was, I just don't know for how long I appeared on KTLA though the entire thing had me staying there for over three hours. And I think it was only for a "highlight" of the Nissei Week Parade and Festival this week.

"You all know about that don't you?"

Silence.

"WHAT!! None of you have ever heard of that?!"

"Okay. So, maybe I overreacted a little there. But I just met so many peple who knew nada about this festival that I thought anyone who wrote fanfiction would have more of a curiousity than the usual couch potato or DonJuan. And for those of you who don't know who that guy is, think of it this way: The Zeus of the Old World or the equivalent to any high-stakes player in our modern era. I think."

"Hmm..."

"Hey, don't hmmm... me, okay? I get enough shit from my brother 'cause he can be such a jealous jerk not just sometimes but ALL THE TIMES! And for anyone who's got their head in the gutter, I don't mean that way at all--I mean that being the only boy between two girls can make any guy feel bad. Damn lechery spreading around."

"Well--"

"I swear to all the Kami I can think of that Miroku's so-called 'cursed hand' must have had its sourxce of power transefered to all the media in the world and now we're suffering for it. How else can you explain the fact that kids these days, and when I say 'kids these days' I mean under twelve or just there knowing what the hell innuendos are. And sex. And orgasms. Damn it all to hell!"

"Ah."

"Ah? That's all you have to say? Hah! I think I'm going to shut up now and get on with this entry before I ramble on and on, no doubt making your eyes water from trying to follow my thinking as I tend to go from one thing to another quicker than a scumbag of a husband/wife/ex shows up out of the blue asking for money and a little lovin'.

"But the point was that the Nissei Week Festival and Parade is this Sunday and you all have to be there. It's in downtown near Little Tokyo Village and the surrounding area--look it up on the Internet people--and there'll be tons of traditional food to much on, sudden appearances of cosplay, kimono or yukata-wearing people walking around to take pictures of, a parade full of Minyo and Nihonbuyo--classical traditional Japanese Dance--to cheer and a whole lot of other stuff, too. Like martial arts performances: Judo, Karate or Shinkendo. And even Kendo. So come check it out!

"I'll be there.

"Will you?"

Also, I would like to apologize for not being able to post the first chapter of A Deed Without A Name yesterday like I promised. I'm sorry about that, I am. But I'll work on it when I get home and definitely have it up by midnight, okay? I know that much time will give me enough of a deadline-scare to make it. But I'm actually at a library downtown right now and I can only stay for two hours online for anybody who's come to one knows.

P.S. Here's the You Tube link to see a footage of the "five seconds of fame" I got.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckb1N6s2-UE

So bye for now!

Good Morning, its Monki-Neko at about 8: 48 am on August 14, 2008 and I actually woke up at 6:30 am but decided that going to sleep at 1:23 the morning qualifies me for a good, long sleep-in. I mean, I worked really hard on that fic--I Absolutely Hate Men and I already want to write the next chapter and I will finish at least five pages today, but I'm not sure I'll post the first chapter just yet. I want to look over this one and revise the prologue, too. And I think I will post the first chapter to A Deed Without A Name today and get more work done on A Reason To Sleep. By the way, A Reason To Sleep is either going to be a trilogy spanning from the time of the Founders of Horwarts, to the Rising of the Dark Lord and to the "current" reality after the Golden Trio leaves the school or it's simply going to focus on the present while delving back into the far past from time to time to explain certain appearances.

Okay. So I've posted the summary for I Absolutely Hate Men and have decided to definitely post the first chapter for A Deed Without A Name today, but it'll probably be online just as late as yersterfay's fic. So don't freak out if you all don't see anything in the afternoon because that's when my sister gets the computer, I get the mornings and nights though so that's perfect for me. I do my best work at night and doing work in the mornings helps wake me up.

And for anyone interested in a live Minyo performance, watch me dance with members of other Minyo groups on T.V this friday on August 15, 2008 at 7:00 am though they're making me wake up at 5:30 in the morning. I sort of forgot what channel, maybe NHK? Oh well, I'll just post the channel later when I find out, okay?

Damn! I hate waking up early and then being put in the car, as if I could stay awake for those twenty minutes downtown. The car's too easy to sleep in. But anyway, the performance will take place in the square in front of the Japanese-American Cultural Center-- you know, the one across from Little Tokyo Village? With those big rocks in the middle?

Moving on! So I'll try to do as much as I can today but I make no promises, though a lot of "Maybe"s are spilling from my mouth and "Probably"s. Oh, one more thing: I'm a betareader now. Yay!

Good Morning, its Monki-Neko at 6:50 am on August 13, 2008 and I am really, really sleepy. I just want to go back to Dreamland and snooze away all my sores from tossing and turning all night long, ugh, it takes me so long to get to sleep that sometimes I wonder if it even matters if I try to go to sleep early. I mean, it takes me an hour or two to get to sleep and I never remember how I do that. So its like, WTH--someone help me out here!! You know? But the more I'm writing, the more I feel better. Damn, writing really is the best medicine for me. I already feel refreshed and re-vamped!

Okay, so I know I said that I would post something last night if I really wanted to but I'm going to post it today instead and its called I Absolutely Hate Men. Cool title, right? Anyway, I just told myself, "You know what? I don't care about making it perfect, I'm tired of being the Good Author--for tonight--so I'm just going to write and that's it! Who cares about getting it right? So log as its better than a blank page looking up at me, I don't even care anymore."

So, yeah. I started writing but I'm the kind of person who finds it easier to write about my own life than about the fictional realities that I create within my subconscious because in my reality all the choices have been made for me, but in my dreams all those choices have yet to be made and they must be made by me. And it was really fun writing this one because I was really frustrated about some other stuff and this was a good, safe way to release stress.

This story is about Hermione, her love life and the men around her.

Who's faithful?

Who cares?

Who wants her?

Who's there?

I read so many stories about Hermione empowering herself with her feminity and becoming super sexy or getting revenge on a unfaithful ex by dating the enemy or something along those lines that I wanted to try my hand at it & put my own little twist on it. But this is not just another story about a coming-of-age story for our favorite Lioness, there's so much more to her revenge that the details, when revealed somewhere in the middle of the story--this isn't a one-shot, that it'd shock you. Seriously. I'm not making anything simple, just because its fun to write revenge fics against idiotic males who have no sense of the word "faithful".

Of course, I'm not saying that all men are like that, but then why do the television broadcast this image of the stereotypical male? Does it turn out that all men really are sexist, chauvinistic pigs who can't help but get a boner everytime a pretty girl walks by? I don't get it, I really don't. Still, I'm hoping there's an exception to this seemingly dominant majority of the opposite sex. That would be a nice hope to have, don't you think so?

And I promise that I will get some good work done on my other fics because I really, really want to know what my readers think about them. And you know what? I got to go. See ya!

Good Morning, its Monki-Neko at about 9:50 am on August 12, 2008 and I feel very motivated to write today, especially on A Deed Without A Name and another story that I call The Reason I Sleep. I won't tell you what's its about yet, but I'll give you a hint: A school of magick, four houses and no mercy. Yeah, that's not much but that's all I'm giving you all right now. Just so everyone knows the reason why its taking me so long to write is because I want these fics to make you all think, wonder and do something about the world around us and pay attention to what's happening. I can not do much as I am just one person and a child at that, but if I can inspire anybody to help out through my stories somehow or through these talks, then I'm at peace.

But anyway, this idea came to me when I thought, "What would happen if I were to put four students that would personify the very core of the Houses that if they broke down stereotypes then the Wizarding World would have to accept that, right? Yeah. Right!" So I just started writing a summary for it that you'll find in the section below for any story ideas and it just came out, of course, just like A Deed Without A Name, this will take a while before I think is worthy enough to be posted for readers and it has to pass my tests, too.

For right now, though, I'm just trying to work out everything in my head and I'm sort of thinking about just posting something because I haven't posted anything in a week, right? Yeah, just something maybe in Harry Potter or Inuyasha with no thinking behind it whatsoever but driven only by my imagination. How does that sound? I mean, I would rather post something that I've worked on for a while but I want to post something soon, too. I'm just going to have to choose I guess. Well, if I do choose to post something then it'll be tonight, okay everyone?

Anyway, all I really wanted to say was that I am working on my stories and I am not shutting down like I did during the Lost Years. In fact, I think I'll be halfway done with A Deed Without A Name by tonight and my friend once told me that my stories were good as long as I don't go overboard on the descriptions, thought that might be too late now. But oh well! I've decided to just write what my gut tells me to with a little tempering of course. Later. I'm concentrating on my other story right now. And if anybody is wondering when I'll do Their Moment Of Insanity, don't worry I haven't forgotten it, I just want to get these two done before I try to do anything as deep as that.

By the way, you all can see the poll at the top of my profile, right? Because when I checked with Stats it said that I had over 201 hits on it but only one person voted on the poll. Not that I'm mad or anything but doesn't it seem like the sensible thing to do, when all you have to do is read one story that isn't that long and vote on whether or not to continue it? I actually need an answer to this poll soon because I don't know if I can continue Foriegners and Demons but I'm willing to try for any loyal readers out there, especially the ones who have it on Story Alert. Its been so long that I don't want to tamper with something that does well as a nice memory and then go and ruin it by trying to re-vamp it. Anyone who writes for fanfiction.com gets what I'm saying, right?

And to let people know of from my last entry that I performed just fine at the Fukuoka or Kenjinkai Picnic--I always forget the name for some reason or another. I didn't get to wear a kimono or even a yukata though, just a ha'ppi which is like a light over-coat that covers the top of the body. And the stage was really, really, really small. Like take-ten-steps-and-you're-off the-stage-small. It was horrible and I just kept thinking, "Must not fall off! Must not fall off! must not fall OFF!!" And then afterwards, we danced with the crowd so they can join in, too. That was fun. And the food? Delish! It was a bento full of yummy traditional Japanese food like grilled salmon, shrimp tempura, soba--I think, I have a tendency to forget things like this you know? Teriyaki chicken, shoga or pale pink ginger and some other stuff that I forget I had but remember that it was good.

You know what, I have to get back to writing. And reading!

Good Morning, its Monki-Neko at 7:14 am on August 3, 2008 and I'm quite chipper in the morning, raring to go write some more on A Deed Without A Name! I got a paragraph done last night and that was sort of lame considering how much I read in exchange for that & that does not make me a good writer. But at least I already had five pages done before and this doesn't damage it that much.

And for anyone who's read the summary further down my profile in my stories section, then you might be confused about this fic because I said something else that wasn't in the summary in one of my entries. The part about it being mainly Sakura-centric and female-oriented, well, don't worry about it you guys ! I just want to put more of an emphasis on the girls and women in the Narutoverse since Kishimoto has opted out and I always had a fascination with rose-haired women--Yes, rose-haired and not pink-haired 'cause that makes her so childish and strange and totally cliche! And all that other stuff in the summary that might have confused you if it seems really complicated, that summary is mainly to help me stay focused on a tentative plot and to remember not to go haywire on everyone.

Believe me, you do not want me to go crazy on you all. I once wrote a few chapters for an original that turned out to be really confusing for a lot of people and I only had a half-baked plot stewing on the back burner, while I was then undermined by my appetite for Wallflower. Wow. That was a really good year, overall but I was so ditzy and couldn't get one word to make sense for the life of me! By the way, Wallflower is a wonderful, humorous, action-adventure, horrifyingly-romantic manga about a horror flick-loving girl and her four new supremely beautiful, sexy house mates that try to make her into a "lady" so that they don't have to pay the rent at the mansion of the girl's aunt where they live. But beware, this isn't for the faint-hearted! Sunako, the main character, is no damsel-in-distress, a princess or like any shojou girl you've ever met and she can kick ass, too! Whoo, go Sunako!

Moving ahead, today I'm going to participate in a traditional Japanese Minyo Odori, or folk dance, originating from Okinawa and I get to be dressed in a kimono and dance in front of dozens of people with my group, the Kikutakai, at an annual picnic somewhere in Orange County! Isn't that awesome?

The good thing is that this wouldn't be my first time dancing Minyo and I even danced at the Nissei Week parade two times. One in '05 I think and definitely in '07. Kami, you don't know how hard it is to wear a kimono, too. I mean, its not the dressing-up part that kills you, though that's hard if you're an amateur and it was confusing as hell but the part that made me not want to wear one ever again was after I put it on. The thing is that if you're not used to wearing a kimono or used to contricting garments of the past centuries or any traditional clothes that emphasies the posture, it hurts a lot to wear a kimono. A lot.

My lower back ached, my stomach felt like the freaking fluttering butterflies had shark teeth and my feet, Kami! My feet were so sore from walking around in tabi and zori. Do you know what those are? Tabi are sock-like shoe wear that are generally off-white and something you wear with a kimono. Zori are the traditionl shoe wear that are made of bamboo, I think but I could be wrong, and they are the most common shoe wear to go with kimonos. And we were walking on uneven concrete ground and had to walk these little "lady-like steps" because a kimono will only stay the right way if you walk a certain way and we had to sit like "ladies", too! Ugh, it was horrible. The "lady-like" part I mean, everything else was great.

But I got to go and get my stuff ready because a friend and member of Kikutakai is picking me and my sister up and driving us there; My mom gets nervous when we're in the SUV with her and she hates the freeways, too, and since we're going all the way to Orange County from Los Angeles and she avoids them whenever she can, she asked our friend to take us. And I haven't eaten my breakfast either. Maybe I'll skip it like usual? Ehh. Whatever, it doesn't make any difference anyway. By the time we're finished putting on our kimonos, plus the make-up and made sure the obi, or sash,are properly tied & it takes hours, I feel hungry again anyway. (Insert dejected sigh) I really am hungry. Aaaah...maybe if I ate some cheetos and drank some gatorade? You think that would trick my mind into not believing its hungry anymore?

Oh well, see you all next time. I'm out!

Good Afternoon, its Monki-Neko Unleashed at 3:37 pm on August 1, 2008! I mean, I'm ready to write again and I'm so excited to have recieved my first review on A Snake In Lion's Skin by Anniah. Thanks for the praise, it really helped my confidence and whatnot. Anyway, I'm definitely going to post something today though it'll probably be in by the evening. Late. I want to put a lot of work on it and then I'm thinking about sending it to a beta, I just have to find one first.

Then, late this month or, at least, in the upcomong weeks one of the stories I have started writing will be posted as well. Its going to be the first chapter of A Deed Without A Name and I want it to be lengthy to make up for the Lost Years, as I have decided to call my laziness and stupidity that led to no fics for years, and its also a personal preference of mine to write long. So, sorry for anyone who was expecting short and sweet--I go for long and spicy!

Good Evening, its Monki-Neko at 10:31 pm on July 30, 2008 and fully-charged with Gingerale and good old-fashioned chili beans to write, write and write some more! I'm really sorry about not posting anything in so long and hope that for the people who have patiently waited for me to write something in years & for anyone else who have pinned their hoped on me: "I am sincerely grateful for your faith and no amount of words could ever express my self-loathing at the moment for leaving everyone hanging. It would be your right to hate me and flame me on my first fic in so long just to spite me. I hope you wouldn't but I would understand."

But the positive thing is that I am writing again and will post my first fic in years, its called Their Moment of Insanity and its about Hermione and Draco, a strictly friendship fic. I want to try and distance myself from fics where they start off as friends and then, become lovers in a moment of insanity. I firmly believe that though its difficult, that girls and boys, men and women, can be freinds to the end. Yes, I admit there would definately be a certain amount of romantism in any male-female relationship but I believe that given the chance that its possible. I want to dedicate this fic to that wish of mine, fanciful though it may seem to some and simply idiotic to others.

I have also posted my first song/poem called Careless and am currently looking over my other fic, Foreigners and Demons. I don't know if I will continue that one as I have the itch to re-write it and change its tone to a more sober one or try and keep the humor. There's also the fact that its been years since I wrote on that and just so the people who had faithfully reviewed that: "I did write a second chapter and tried to post it. But like the previous times, I was unable to. This is not an excuse. Its the simple truth and if you want to know why you should believe that, then think about this: "If I wanted to lie, I could've chosen to give an even more unlikely lie such as my brother chewing up the cables and having the computer go haywire. Though that did happen once, except the brother is replaced with two bored hamsters."

One more thing, there is one more fic all of you should know about and its another one I have been thinking about and its really complicated and definately going to be novel-length called A Deed Without A Name. The summary is below but the main thing about it is that its all about the girls, mostly Sakura because they barely get any airtime in the anime and even less pages in the manga.

Oooh! Makes me want to join some extreme feminist organization and threaten Kishimoto with castration for this stupidity. Good thing a friend of mine told me a little theory she had about him not being able to write anything feminine or girl-worthy and was just better thinking up stuff on the guys' parts.

Anyway this fic will not ostracise any of the other characters unless it would mess with the plot or overcomplicate matters, alright? But moving ahead, I will try my very best to update as timely as I can. That's the best I can promise. If you don't like it, deal with it. If you don't care, fine. If you do and you grudgingly accept it, thanks. I really will try, but reviews would be nice. Flames are fun to reply to and praises are comforting.

Hey again!

I just gotta say that I'm sooooooooo sorry for being bitchy last login and well, I was sorta having a bad day, the site still wouldn't let me post a story and I was under heavy shouldn't-you-know-what-kind-of-college-you're-going-to? pressure. But, anyways I'm better. Well, better than last time. No voices, no flickering shadows at night and definitely no ghosts trying to send me messages by giving me freaky dreams! JK.

Though I did have this one dream where the bed sheets pressed down on my face and I couldn't breathe and suddenly a voice out of nowhere just cackles right into my ear and my feet won't move but they do at the same time and...You know what? I think I'll just shut up for now.

Yeah right.

Summer's almost here and I'm so looking forward to it 'cause school sucks and my grades are going down-way down. Whew! It's hard work trying to sort through one's mind and not go mental. So many 'what ifs?', 'buts', and 'I told you so's!'. (insert sigh) I'm so...confused about what to do for college but I know I can't run away from it, not like the other things. Sorry to leave you guys on a sad note, but I gotta go and write. Hopefully I can upload this time. Neow-neow!

Hey, who else besides me hates it when their parents get all bent out of shape for nothing?

I mean, it's not like I try to do something bad or stupid--not that I'm an idiot or anything, but a girl makes mistakes, you know? So, for all the people out there who're whining and complaining about life, I want to say this: "Ever heard of SUCK IT UP?!"

I go through shit of my own, okay? I may not have to go out to the desert just to get some water for breakfast or am forced to sell my body for money and food or being beat up by my wardens, er, parents, but I can honestly say that I don't want to go through all the stupid parts of my life. It really sucks to always have to pretend to be something else, especially when, sometimes you want to let go for a little while and someone, specifically a certain fool at school or your mother, egh, asks, "Are you okay?". All I do is smile for a few seconds or frown or sigh and suddenly its the Spanish Inquisition. It aggravates me to no end. Gods, I just want to be left alone. That isn't so hard to ask, right?

Some people really don't understand how some of us are comfortable being loners, different or plain wierd, not that I think so but its thought so, and I just want to shake them up a little.

You don't need to understand, you just have to know.

I don't know about my favorite colors but pairings are easy.

Inuyasha: Sango and Miroku (All the stories on them are so romantic...or cheesy! #_#)/ Kagome and Sesshoumaru (They're so many!) / Naraku and Kikyo (A little, only if good)

Naruto: Sakura and Itachi (Totally hot and fast-paced!) / Sakura and Sasuke JK! (Kinda angst or damsel in distress, crybaby girl saved and somehow tall, silent and handsome falls for her.-_-?) / Tenten and Neji (Somewhat unbelievable but still okay, if done right.) / Tenten and Lee (One fic metioned that Lee would probably be more muscular than Neji 'cause he works out so much. Yum!) / Hinata and Naruto (Aaaah, so sweet!) / Ino and Shikamaru (Or anyone interesting enough) / Gaara and Sakura (You gotta be real good to do that.) / Kiba and Hinata (Hmm...I wonder how that would turn out. Oooh, I see doggy-style fun ahead for our cute little hime. Hah, hah!)

Crescent Moon: Mahiru and her lovely tengu prince (Lovely. Wonder how their wedding turned out?) / Oboron and the Emperess of the Moon Palace's Lady-in-Waiting (So volatile, that women. Maybe she hasn't got laid in a while, what with being busy taking care of the young prince of the demons?) / That handsome vamp and OCC (Anyone who gets his attention better be worth it! Probably a model. He is a player.) / The half-blood kitsune and OCC (Could anyone even catch his eye? That'd be interesting.)

Ceres, Celestial Legend: Aya and Toya (They are so destined together. I mean, he was born for her! If that isn't devotion, I must be crazy then. Oh, wait. I am crazy.) / Chihiru and the sidekick (Can't believe I actually forgot his name. Ooh, I am so steamed!)

Skip Beat: Kyoko and Ren (He is so her guy! I mean, have you seen the way he acts around her? Or more importantly, that way he doesn't act? Hmm...) Kyoko and Shotaro (WTF?! Only if he repents like hell and never, ever calls her a maid again, oh, and grovels beautifully. Then, maybe, just maybe he might deserve her--in like, never!!)

Harry Potter: Hermione and Draco (They are such opposites that together they'll either crash and burn or take the world by storm by the passion of their love or friendship) Harry and Luna (Him going out with Ginny ties up the relationships too easily, he needs to be constantly surprised and shocked to give him a good life and a fun one, too. And the only one that comes to mind is Luna.) Tonks and Remus (Tonks is an animagus and Remus is a werwolf, if this doesn't spell some kind supernatural romance, then I don't what they are!) Minerva and Remus (Cats and dogs people. Cats and dogs. It would be like the ultimate battle of the sexes.)

Did I forget anyone? Oh well. Can't remember right now.

This section is a summary about the stories I have posted and any others that I have in mind to write. Those that I have posted and are completed have nothing next to their title & those that are only thoughts as of yet have half a face next to their titles. Ongoing works have a question mark next to them.

Fear is Unbecoming ?

A story of atonement and soul-shattering prophecies where the truths of your reality may become the false skins of your dreams: Kagome has returned to the virgin forest that was claimed by Inuyasha long ago and as the haunting memories of five hundred years past do not loose their ferocity, her mind consumed by unspoken regret, she finds the strength of will to finally, finally put to rest the restless spirits of her heart. She comes to the sacred place where he is buried and instead of being granted peace, she is given another task-another destiny she must fufill in order to attain those fleeting moments of silence. Assasins from another world desecrate his grave, destroying his tomb stone and raining blood...she can no longer hold within her all the sins of humanity. She will no longer be the willing martyr. And she will not allow anyone to take away her memories. No one.

Sakura has done the unthinkable: She has used a forbidden and previously hidden jutsu with unknown side-effects that do not save the ones she tried so hard to protect, but sent her through broken seas, gaping statues and wailing trees to a parallel universe that is set on a different path, set in a different time than that of her own. She is not alone, however, and enemy and ally together fall into this mysterious world. They are stranded, isolated and without any way to return home. And on top of all this, they hear the single note of fury and grief just as they see the remains of an old, cherished grave at their feet. In that lingering moment of half-denial, half-resigned acceptance, Sakura realizes that she can never escape the bonds of pain for she will always cause some kind of destruction, some kind of pain. She watches as the one before her breaks and tears her heart out and cries for their blood...she cannot run from fate anymore. She cannot lie to herself that she is saving more lives than she kills. She has no choice but to walk forward and meet her demise. It is that path she chose and the end she desires.

Two women from two different worlds encounter eachother on a stormy, hellish battlefield of ancient powers and new evils lingering behind their spirits. They lock eyes and the start of an epic journey of friendship, love and the truth about humanity begins. At the end, there shall only be one fallen, one enemy...no second chance to make it right. (By the way, this is not a slash not will have slashes, either yaoi or yuri. Not against them, just don't prefer them.)

A Deed Without A Name ?

Konoha is prospering in its renown for successful missions by their accomplished Shinobi and Tsunade knows that this attention from other wealthy nations will either bring stronger alliances so that they, too, can prosper as well or it means that another bloody chapter in the world of ninjas would be born. She searches for a full-proof solution just in case Konoha's allies decide to turn their backs on her, but soon she is forced to deal with something far more dangerous than her enemies schemes.

It seems that discontent among her own village is spreading from one war-fearing citizen who had lost a son to the Third Great Shinobi War to an entire district raising tensions within the shinobi community, forced to endure riots and demonstrators that secretly sabotage D-rank and C-rank missions. Some of the citizens also seem to be in a constant state of bloodlust, not to forever crave the crimson wine, but to see the spray of that lifeblood awash the world anew.

Then as if that was not enough, sections of Konoha's history disappears from the books. Vital chapters of the Founding of Konoha by the first Hokage; the Uchiha, Hyuuga and Senju clans and other well-known Shinobi clans of Konoha find that their histories are lost and soon after, that members of their families follow; the altercations between the Akatsuki, Hidden Village of the Sound and other enemies seem to be erased from the memories of the general populace, except for the certain few who are meant to have a starring role in the newest horror of their lifetime...

An eerie mist has also surrounded the village and silence had descended on the once-bustling streets. Perhaps it is a preemptive strike by Kirigakure. Perhaps it is a trick by one or more of their enemies. Perhaps it is all in their heads. But whatever it is, the one sure thing is that no one can get in or out and anyone who has tried is lost in the mist.

All of this and more threaten to destroy Konoha and Tsunade knows that time is running out, or more accurately, that someone has dared to disrupt the flow of time and changed the very fate of Konoha & all who are tied to it. Friend or foe.

Their Moment of Insanity >_

Hermione makes the descision to become friends with the Slytherin known as Draco Malfoy and accepts the price of trusting a snake. She knows he has never known anything but suspicion, betrayal, uglyness, loss and pain. She can see the darkness has almost wholly consumed his heart. She hears all the rumors of his alleged distate for muggle-borns such as herself and personally knows how far it goes.

She knows these things and does not wish to change him, she just wants to show him that not everyone will curse him when his back is turned. That not all are born to hate each other in a neverending cycle of violence. That some people are inheritenly good of heart and sincere in their desire to help others. That she is one of them and wants to help him now.

He accepts, hesitant to give fath in this offering of peace but desperately willing to risk betrayal once more in order to know what it means to feel cherished...loved. He does not give her gratitude, servitude or humbleness. He denies the support of her friends in remembered teenage rivalry. He reveals none of his thoughts and offers in return, only his sins. He accepts the price of her friendship.

They both risk their hearts and sanity, but ultimately would not turn their backs on this one great promise of a lifetime; They will risk it all for the taste of freedom they can only find in each other. (Hmm...romance or not? Its so hard to say with this one, especially with this storyline...and these two are really tempermental just by themselves, put them together and you're asking for trouble...)

The Reason I Sleep >_

There are four new transfer students at Hogwarts after the War, all of whom bear yet another prophecy that has been centuries in the making and one that will not be denied. The time has come for the truth behind the founding of Hogwarts and its founders to be revealed so that the animosity between the Houses may end & the school be united once more.

The Wizarding World has suffered many casualties and the Powers that Be have decided that it is in need of a rather rude awakening; it has been determined that certain traditions and ideologies are to be destroyed in one fell swoop and the agents of these changes are these four mysterious students who may or may not be true witches and wizards, but actually muggles or even “half-breed” creatures.

FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO ADOPT:

This is a three-part trilogy that includes the Founding of Hogwarts, The Rise of the Darklord and the Transformation of the Wizarding World. The above titles in italics are just a marker to make a distinct difference between the three interconnected but individual stories.

The four transfer students may be the reincarnated souls of the Founders or related to them somehow, some by blood and other by promise; they will represent or embody the qualities of each house in order to take part in an experiment or because Dumbledore’s will requested their presence because he knew they would be needed.

A few things to note:
1. Dumbledore is not dead: he’s in a comatose state and hidden away in one of Voldermort’s hideouts.
2. Snape is still considered a traitor to the Light Side. His role in Dumbledore‘s supposed death will be revealed and he will be redeemed.
3. The sixth and seventh books never happened. (re-read and try not to have too many plot-holes)
4. Petunia Durseley’s role in the coming war shall be revealed. Her true feelings toward wizards and Harry, too.
5. Other races, such as vampires, werewolves, centaurs, veelas, etc will be involved.

Here are the prophecies for each part of the trilogy, the titles should explain clearly which is which. (If not, pm or e-mail. I'll help if I can get to you. Also, to not: the ones in quotation marks are the titles of the prophecies and the titles above them are the markers that tell what part of the trilogy they are. Though the prophecies are in order.)

The Founding of Hogwarts

"Founders’ Wake"

Taken without reason nor vice, (Their origin: kidnapped, brainwashed, orphaned & abandoned)
There are no thoughts in Paradise.
None seek death nor desire life. (They all feel as if they are the walking dead, life without reason)
They know not the gift inside. (Some are unaware of their magical capabilities, others are denying certain powers)
Fortune haunts their every step. (No matter what they do, they can’t escape the limelight they hate)
Unfounded hate will set their death. (Envy, jealousy and pride all combine to engineer their end)
Sanity is their one worldly treasure, (Their minds, though broken in some ways, remained their only ally)
Now all that’s left is their would-be-betters. (The ones who claim to be their equals take their throne)
But souls consumed by violent end (Their wills & hearts have unfinished business, too strong for death)
Are damned to return again. (They return Post-Hogwarts after Harry’s school years)

The Rise of the Dark Lord

"Merit’s Dream"

Instincts that would spell one Caster’s exile (Voldermort’s defense mechanism & knowledge of the prophecy by Trelawny)
Are nevertheless thwarted by feminine wiles. (Harry’s assassination attempt/ Lily‘s love that protected him)
Fools bargain with an untimely demise (Voldermort’s rising/ future death-eater’s loyalty)
That even ancient power cannot hope to override. (power=love)
Silent words unsaid desire to rule the mind (Snape’s love for Lily and others)
And memories best forgotten prove easily enough to find. (His memories of her as friends and more)
When the darkness is not overcome and for those adrift there lies no hope in sight,
There shall appear a Wise Man to aid in the fight for those who claim the right.
The order in the ultimate game shall be reversed for naught,
For legends tend to shed their old skins and refuse to be caught.
One child of destiny has no choice but to live apart,
Awaiting the day he is called when his world has lost heart.

The Wizarding World’s Transformation

"Ceremonial Bondage"

A mother lost to grief and bathed in blood of kin,
Seals her lips in broken promises unable to see past the sins.
What was deemed unworthy shall no longer be denied
And those that have always looked beyond now no longer wish to be so benign.
Symbols from the past return in lunar light,
at the midnight hours.
Dancing upon the graves of their arbitrators,
as an unfortunate rodent cowers.
Darkness shall be embraced in unholy matrimony.
Light shall be abandoned for an ancient Elf’s testimony.
Beast or man across the sea, centuries bound by forsaken doors
Will be awakened to their realities so long as vengeance moors.
Four who have surrendered to an uncertain future
Have no choice but to foster unity and prevent murder.
This is their right, their pain, their night--
We are in the wrong, not just this time and we must be strong.

I Absolutely Hate Men ?

Hermione Granger is known to be a calm, level-headed and understanding person but what happens when her no-so-perfect little world is shattered by the actions of one careless individual who disregards her worth and claims that she is just the means to an end when he had promised more?

She gets angry. Irrational. Has a moment of temporary insanity. Sees the "light" for the first time and realizes that happy endings exist only in fairy tales and as tools to keep the ignorant masses spellbound. And she refuses to become another victim of hope, peace or sanity.

She sheds her old skin and leaves behind the world she knew for the world who've always been there and never judged. She embraces the darkness within herself, but does not succomb to it as many other fools have allowed themselves to. She knows that the light hold a certain amount of security for her as well. She is "the best of both worlds", the one who walks the line between good and evil, love and hate, light and darkness...

And she returns to claim her revenge upon the one who made her stronger and to prove that she is a powerful witch in her own right. She will serve her own brand of justice and have some fun, too. And if she takes the Wizarding World by storm, then all the better.

Careless

A song or a poem about friendship between two people who don't really know each other. Its possible it's about Hermione and Draco, if they ever tried. I can see it. Or its about anyone else. Take it how you please.

A Snake In Lion's Skin

This is a poem about the Hermione that's rarely seen and acknowledged; In the official script Hermione is the personification of the "good girl" and is seen as an intelligent, sweet, caring and courageous person, but is that really all there is to her?

Isn't there a side to her that we are all familiar with? The part of ourselves that we love to listen to but hate to admit is there? You know. The dark side of you. You can pretend you don't have one or admit you do. The point is that Hermione is just like you and me, so she has a darker side to her as well. This is my take on it.

Don't Look At Me

This is a poem about a certain silver-scaled serpent facing his reality and a flame-wielding lioness holding out her claws out to him. In a moment of sympathy or disgust, its his choice to either take the chance to live dangerously free or die slowly by the hands of his fellow vipers.

One Wish

A call to arms in the figurative sense and a means to a never-ending end. This is poem under the guise of an Anime X-over ficlet that is really the door to the invisible world of stale truths. I offer this in order to shed my old skin for fear of being permanently justice-deafened and to ensure that I am not the only one to be born anew. But enough with the dramatics: let's get on with the actual summary!

This is a poem based on the principle that change cannot be sought without familiarity, i.e. change can only happen when you feel you can identify yourself with the cause or bring yourself to belive in it. Hell, even just fight for it.

This section is dedicated solely to anything I find across the net or in books or whatever that I thought was interesting.

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This song and the following poems were found at www.christiangoth.com

MAN OF THE TOMBS
Bob Bennett
ｩ 1989 Matters Of The Heart Music (ASCAP)

Man of the tombs
He lives in a place where no one goes
And he tears at himself
And lives with a pain that no one knows
He counts himself dead among the living
He knows no mercy and no forgiving
Deep in the night he's driven to cry out loud
Can you hear him cry out loud?

Man of the tombs
Possessed by an unseen enemy
He breaks every chain
And mistakes his freedom for being free
Shame and shamelessness equally there
Like a random toss of a coin in the air
Man of the tombs, he's driven to cry out loud

Underneath this thing that I've become
A fading memory of flesh and blood
I curse the womb, I bless the grave
I've lost my heart, I cannot be saved
Like those who fear me, I'm afraid
Like those I've hurt, I can feel pain
Naked now before my sin
And these stones that cut against my skin
Some try to touch me, but no one can
For man of the tombs I am

Down at the shoreline
Two sets of footprints meet
One voice is screaming
Other voice begins to speak
In only a moment and only a word
The evil departs like a thundering herd
Man of the tombs, he hears this cry out loud

Underneath this thing that you've become
I see a man of flesh and blood
I give you life beyond the grave
I heal your heart, I come to save
No need to fear, be not afraid
This Man of sorrows knows your pain
I come to take away your sin
And bear it's marks upon My skin
When no one can touch you, still I can
For Son of God I am

Dressed now and seated
Clean in spirit and healthy of mind
Man of the tombs
He begs to follow, but must stay behind
He'll return to his family with stories to tell
Of mercy and madness, of heaven and hell
Man of the tombs, soon he will cry out loud

Underneath this thing that I once was
Now I'm a man of flesh and blood
I have a life beyond the grave
I found my heart, I can now be saved
No need to fear, I am not afraid
This Man of sorrows took my pain
He comes to take away our sin
And bear it's marks upon His skin
I'm telling you this story because
Man of the tombs I was.

I never thought I could go on living when you died, but ~ I did.
I never thought I would survive after burying you, but ~ I did.
I never thought I'd get through those first days, weeks and months, but ~ I did.
I never thought I would be able to endure the first anniversary of your death, but ~ I did.
I never thought I would let myself love my new child, but ~ I did.
I never thought tomorrow would be different, but ~ it was.
I never thought I would stop crying for you, but ~ I have.
I never thought that I would ever sing again, but ~ I have.
I never thought the pain would "soften," but ~ it has.
I never thought I would care if the sun shone again, but ~ I do.
I never thought I would be able to entertain again, but ~ I have.
I never thought I would be able to control my grief, but ~ I can.
I never thought I'd smile again, but ~ I do.
I never thought I would laugh out loud again, but ~ I do.
I never thought I would look forward to tomorrow, but ~ I do.
I never thought I'd reconcile your death, but ~ I have.
I never thought I would be able to create that "new normal," but ~ I have.
I never thought I'd want to go on living after you died, but ~ I do.
Always missing you,
always loving you,
and thinking of you daily,
with a smile on my face ~
and tears in my heart.

T h e L a s t P e w

Walking through those doors
People point and stare
Why'd I even come here?
Is this a church or Satan's lair?
On the last pew I sit alone
Thinking I'd rather be at home
I came just the way I was
And people looked down on me
If this is what God is about
I don't need Christianity

I was alone on the last pew
Lip syncing praises to You
Afraid if I opened my mouth
They'd tell me to get out

Preacher gave me the evil eye
Made me out to be a bad guy
I felt unwelcome
I was labeled a freak
After that day I knew
I wouldn't be back next week
I prayed to God,
"Help me find something better."
The only love I felt
I found in the red letters

We must not judge others
That's for God and God alone
Lots of churches judge by looks
So most people stay at home
Think about if it was you
All alone on that last pew
The Lord looks at a man's heart
Not the clothes that he's wearing
So instead of showing hatred
We need to love and start caring

It's churches like that
That draw people from Christ
They go there for help
And see hate in your eyes
They leave that day
Feeling worse than before
And that may be the last time they step through church doors

Shane Jensen

He is Her angel

He is the one who heals broken hearts;
He is her angel when the yelling starts.
As she cry's he hold's her tight;
He will protect her when they start to fight.
Seeing through her eyes he saw the knife;
He knew she was going to end her life.
He opened his arms and held her tight;
that's when she began to see the light.
She spoke to him asking if he was God;
He looked at her and said yes with a nod.
He healed her broken heart;
and informed her that they shall never part.

-Heather Finch

this is a song by the group superchich,
"beauty from ashes"

The lights go out all around me
One last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive
But I feel like I've died

And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder
I feel like I'm slipping away

After all this has passed
I still will remain
After I've cried my last
There'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today
Someday I'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from pain
You will bring beauty from my pain

My whole world is the pain inside me
The best I can do is just get through the day
When life before is only a memory
I wonder why God let me walk through this place

And though I can't understand why this happened
I know that I will when I look back someday
And see how You've brought beauty from ashes
And made me as gold purified through these flames

Here and I am at the end of me (at the end of me)
Trying to hold to what I can't see
I forgot how to hope
This night's been so long
I cling to Your promise there will be a dawn

This tale is told from the perspective of a (non-Christian) Goth, being "witnessed" to by (non-Goth) Christians.

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO US?

We are the people of darkness and fog,
you won't see us in Dockers, or out for a jog.

We don't live in your suburbs, or hang out in your bars,
We don't listen to Kenny G, or drive flashy cars.

We aren't drinking a six-pack while watching pro sports,
or riding a lawn tractor in bright-colored shorts.

When we were young, your friends were all cool;
We were the other kids, in the shadows at school.

Some of you taunted us, (some of you feared),
you said we were uncool, ugly, and wierd.

Did you befriend us? Ha! Not even a chance;
We're not the ones who got asked to the dance.

Now that we're older, and you've settled down,
we still see you sometimes, when you come downtown.

So you've found religion, now isn't that swell?
Now you're all jazzed up on Heaven and Hell.

You're on a new mission, the GothFolk to save,
to snatch us from darkness, on the way to the grave.

What would you say to us, child of the light?
Will you come to where we are, late in the night?

When you find our hangout, will you just stand and stare?
Can you see past black leather and spiked purple hair?

Your Pastor has told you certain phrases work well,
like "If you die tomorrow, are you going to Hell?"

If you say that we're evil, and all full of sin,
will that bring us to your Church steps, eager to get in?

If we do show up Sunday, what happens then?
Will we be warmly welcomed by tie-wearing men?

Will we hear in a sermon, "Thou shalt not smoke or drink!"?
(Will it sound like he really means "Thou shalt not think"?)

Will we hear of the evils of dancing and swearing,
and all that is wrong with the clothes we are wearing?

Will we hear how God's wrath burns against every sinner?
(Will us heathens be welcome at the big potluck dinner?)

If we don't measure up, we can count on a snub,
no, we don't think we're joining your Church/social club.

We wouldn't hear anything likely to please us,
(But we are sort of curious to hear more words of Jesus).

It seems we will stick with our lifestyle of sin,
where at least we're accepted, at least we fit in.

It's a shame that your Church was a drag and a bore,
since we really are hurting, with problems galore.

My best friend is lonely, and can't find a wife,
and last Sunday my girlfriend took her own life.

Others, I know, are not happy, just gay;
Can anyone point out The Truth and The Way?

We have faiths and philosophies by every name,
After a while, they all sound the same.

"Do whatever feels good, and don't worry about it!"
Since I don't feel too good, I'm begining to doubt it.

So we gather together on Saturday nights,
to play our kind of music, away from bright lights.

We hook up and break up, and hook up again,
some men with women, and some men with men.

We drink, and we dance, and we light up our cloves,
while God-fearing Church folk avoid us in droves.

If Jesus were living in this very year,
would He buck the system and visit us here?

Would He come down and join us, knowing what rules to bend,
would He come and sit with us, could we call Him our friend?

When He listened to us, would he look in our eyes?
Would He tell us His stories, so deep and so wise?

Well, He isn't here now, so who knows what He'd do?
Is there anyone like Him? Could it ever be you?

Joab
"The Teacher"
2002
- posted by afterfostercare @ 6/5/2003 12:48:08 PM

“My Journey”

by -The Ot3p

I feel my way down this frozen path of pain,
Seeking sympathy from the torment,
My eyes have been sewn shut,
My scars slowly show the pain.

I paint a picture all back inside,
My soul in need of redemption,
My beating heart aches with anger,
Oh, how can I stop this pain inside?

Walking in a garden,
Longing to touch the rose,
I prick my flesh against its thorn,
My insides all twisted and torn.

My miserable soul longed for death,
My bloody flesh belonged to the grave,
Its keeper was waiting on my soul to go to hell,
Forever being trapped in my burning cell.

An ecstasy overcame me even more,
To wishing my wrists were bleeding,
All to stop the insane beatings,
That tortured my longing soul for something more.

A lighting flash of light,
Lifted me off my feet,
The light fully surrounded me so tight,
The light, willing to win, even though I was in defeat.

My soul was comforted,
My body no longer ached,
My flesh was whole,
No scars to show the pain of my past.

My face showed emotion,
That I have never felt before,
As I stand still all I feel is a comforted motion,
This is what my soul was longing for.

The beautiful light of Christ’ Grace,
I stand amazed in this place,
My cryptic soul was washed,
All the black gone, polished away.

Cobwebs were wiped away from my eyes,
I drank from the Living Water,
Once my soul craved the Land of the Dead,
But now, I long for the Land of the Living.

My journey never stopped,
It is kept alive by Christ,
My soul begs not for my glorious journey never to be stopped,
As I follow my Savior, my Love, My Christ

The Suicide Generation
-The Ot3p
July 6, 2006

Kill those that hate you and kill yourself! Is what they shout and yell,
End by the way they say,
Keep your Jesus to yourself!
What are we going to do,
What are we going to say,
To the suicide generation,
That just wants to run away.

Slit your wrist and cut your throat,
Just like Satan wants,
Mutilate, kill and repeat,
As your head is filled with Satan's taunts.

What can we do for them,
Cries and complains the church,
But at the same time,
They reject them-unwelcoming them to church.

Believers in Christ,
Get down on our knees and pray for this generations' sake,
Pray for their lost souls,
For Jesus Christ to take.

Believers of this generation,
Pray for the selfishness of this will to break,
Pray hard for our suicide generation,
For our sake!

Believers alike,
Take up your swords,
Ger ready to fight,
Step up boldy with God's Holy Words.

What we are going to do,
What we are going to say,
To the suicide generation that just wants to run away,
Is pray.

These are some friendship poems and quotes from http://www.lovepoemsandquotes.com

Two may talk together
under the same roof for many years,
yet never really meet,
and two others at first speech
are old friends.

- Author Unknown -

Standing by,
All the way.
Here to help you through your day.

Holding you up,
When you are weak,
Helping you find what it is you seek.

Catching your tears,
When you cry.
Pulling you through when the tide is high.

Just being there,
Through thick and thin,
All just to say, you are my friend.

- Brittani Kokko -

A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg
even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.

- Bernard Meltzer -

Friends will come and friends will go,
The seasons change and it will show,
I will age and so will you,
But our friendship stays, strong and true.

- Author Unknown -

Side by side or miles apart,
good friends are always
close to the heart.

- Author Unknown -

A Friend's Greeting

I'd like to be the sort of friend that
you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be;

I'd like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.

I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies
and leave them only blue;

I'd like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you've stirred.

I'd like to give you back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;

I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,
who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to
lean upon.

I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you've strewn along my way;

And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.

- Edgar A Guest -

A friend is someone who walks in
when the whole world has walked out.

- Author Unknown -

The Gift Of Knowing You

There are gifts of many treasures
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets
To great boxes filled with gold.

But, put them all together
And they could not stand in lieu,
Of the greatest gift of all
The gift of knowing you.

When your times are filled with troubles
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on
Just aren't turning out.

Just turn and look behind you
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.

I will lift from you your burden
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows
Though it may be for a thousand years.

For in the end I would be happy
To have helped you start anew,
It's a small price to pay
For the gift of knowing you.

- Dave Stout -

Many people will walk in
and out of your life,
but only true friends will leave
footprints in your heart.

- Eleanor Roosevelt -

You remind me of chocolate,
Luscious and sweet.
Someone people can turn to in crisis,
Loved by all.

You remind me of a teddy,
Cute and huggable.
Someone people feel comfortable with,
Special to all.

You remind me of a balloon,
Happy and bouncy.
Someone people can have fun with,
Enjoyed by all.

You remind me of a lot of things,
But nothing can compare to the real person,
A friend I can look up to,
Cherished by me.

- Jenny Yu -

A friend is someone who reaches out for your hand...
and touches your heart.

- Author Unknown -

Cherished Friends

God must have known there would be times
We'd need a word of cheer,
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.

He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little things"
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.

I think He knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain,
At trials and misfortunes,
Or goals we can't attain.

He knew we'd need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.

He knew we'd need companionship,
Unselfish... lasting... true,
And so God answered the heart's great need
With cherished friends... like you!

- Author Unknown -

Here are some love poems and quotes from the same site:

A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -

You don't marry someone you can live with,
you marry the person who you cannot live without.

- Author Unknown -

Your Name

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.

- Jessica Blade -

If you have it love,
you don't need to have anything else.
If you don't have it,
it doesn't matter much what else you do have.

- Sir James M. Barrie -

All the love that history knows,
is said to be in every rose.
Yet all that could be found in two,
is less than what I feel for you.

- Author Unknown

Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say,
But if you let me love you
I'm sure to love you all the way.

- From the song "All The Way" -
(by Frank Sinatra)

Love Defined

What is love, but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured and shared with another
All tests it will endure?

What is love, but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength to shame the mountains
And halt time’s ceaseless flow?

What is love, but a triumph,
A glorious goal attained,
The union of two souls, two hearts
A bond the angels have ordained?

What is love, but a champion,
To cast the tyrant from his throne,
And raise the flag of truth and peace,
And fear of death o’erthrow?

What is love, but a beacon,
To guide the wayward heart,
A blazing light upon the shoals
That dash cherished dreams apart?

And what is love, but forever,
Eternal and sincere,
A flame that through wax and wane
Will outlive life’s brief years?

So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops,
In all places high and low,
That love for you is my reason to be,
And will never break or bow.

- Matt Dubois -

This is a poem I found on the ground in a hallway as I was hurrying to class one day. I thought it was really inspiring and very beautiful in its simplicity, the way the poet showed his or her blunt honesty in a truly talented poem. It inspired me and maybe I might even do a story based on it someday.

The Rose that Grew from Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it

learned to walk without having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else ever cared.

--Unknown

"Sometimes it is easier to stand aside, letting opportunities pass you by and accept fate, than to take an uncertain, probably unecessary risk and fight for your truest wishes..."

~Monki-Neko

Fallacy

From one point to the stars,
You make me out to be the one--
The one you should've left for dead
Just 'cause I asked to be alone
One day
One night
I only wanted my demons banished
To live in peace at last,
But that's just a dream
I know
I know

A child of political contract
And apathetic union
Cannot hope to have

A dream come true.

~Monki-Neko

"Strange one," they called her--
Light blue hair and eyes,
Darkly shaded eyelids, grape lips,
Fair skin and blank face.
Everything about her was...
Unsettling.

But they did not see behind her façade
The golden heart,
The one that knew they spoke of her,
The one that forgave them,
The one that saved my life.

One day, that day,
I swam to my heart's content, farther and farther
Then too deep for my small form.
Drowning and crying, I waited
For the angel of death to swoop down
And claim my soul--
Yet the slender hand of a blue-haired angel
Pulled me tightly.

I thanked her over and over,
Uncertain why she saved me,
Knew me
And trusted herself enough to commit such an act of courage, of strength.

"You are only human," she stated plainly
And left me there,
Staring at where she just sat--
Nothing more than a wet spot on the cement now,
Wondering if it had all been a dream.

But I knew it wasn't.
Her words echo clearly in my head
As I stand here,
A white and yellow lily in my hand,
Unshed tears in my eyes...
At her funeral.

Everyone,
Strangers--
They mourn her now
After they heard how I was saved:
Perhaps I was only one of the many she had saved.

Perhaps.
But I know now...
"You are only human," I whisper too late.

~Monki-Neko

Small and sleek, James the tom is.
Rougish and cunning, Marie the kitten is.
Both are wise in the street's ways
Know the alleys and the dumpsters well
Fight with enemies strong and weak
And through it all--
Live.

No one or anything can stop us, they think.

How foolish,
How naïve,
How like the children they truly are
And by their youth knew not...
Their death is near.

~Monki-Neko

These are some things that I liked on Hyuga12's bio:

You know you live in 2007 when...

1.) You accidentaly enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have MSN or Myspace

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) You were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Now you are thinking, "I have to put this on my profile!"

13.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list: AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929,SweetNCrazieSugarmuffin,The Komodo Dragon Phoenix,Bust_A_Groover, Tecna, Novemberscorpion110388, WriterGirl3000, tietum, misto-shadow, Kakashi500, Sakura-nek0-chan, lolamrianda, Akatsuki-Members, Sakura XxX Akatsuki,Hyuga12

If you don't mind gays, but are utterly disgusted by SasuNaru, copy this into your profile.

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you just what you find so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour long sob-fest, then start singing and dancing when your favorite song plays. Crazy is when you do or say a totally random thing, like "do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or start having a thumbwar with yourself (i find that i am a very tough opponent). So if you're crazy, copy this onto your profile.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.

If there are times when you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, copy this into your profile.

If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile.

98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile

If you are weird, insane, crazy, odd, not-normal, a freak of nature, psychotic, random or anything similar, copy this into your profile

"I was normal once. I didn't like it."

If you've ever looked at random peoples profiles just to get these stupid things, copy this on to your profile

If you hate those obnoxious, snobby people, PLEASE copy this on to your profile.

THE WE LOVE ITASAKU CLUB:If You Love The Pairing ItaSaku From NARUTO, Then Copy and Paste This Into Your Profile and Add Your Name To The List: NejiSakuFan / xXHyuugaSakuraXx /, My.Dark.Tears., Angry Fox Girl,Setsugeka,Hyuga12, Monki-Neko

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile

If you talk to yourself, copy this on to your profile

If you get good grades and still know nothing at all, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you love rain, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you're a girl and get sick and tired of guys assuming that you're weak and can’t fight, copy and paste this into your profile.

The "You no like, you no read" club: If you believe that people who don't like someone's story should simply not read it instead of posting cruel and hateful reviews, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: Alicia's Purple Velvet Purse, changelingchild, crimsonchidori, SasukeSakuraxXXxItachiSakura, Angry Fox Girl,Setsugekka,Hyuga12, Monki-Neko

if u like this face O.o or this one O.O copy and paste this into your profile

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile, and add your name to this list: Danyan, Avatarwolf, Shifter-youkai, Vert9411, pinkcherryblossom225CherryBlossoms016,Sam-AKA-SakuxSasuLover-,pinkcherryblossoms225,crimsonchidori, SasukeSakuraxXXxItachiSakura, Angry Fox Girl,Setsugekka,Hyuga12, Monki-Neko

Disney - Anastasia-Once Upon In December lyrics