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Give These Regards... by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Give These Regards...

Give These Regards to the Harvest Moon To my dearest and kindest Celestial: Please do not take offense from this letter It is comprised of inadequate expressions Of my love for you Measure my words carefully Keep their wicked effects away from your soul Beware lest my tongue of fire burn you Just know: Every night I will remember your shining face Pockmarked with age and the scars of wisdom gained Wrinkles from a warm smile through the ages Your light has guided me through my darkest nights Always showing me the path that I thought was lost Leading me to a hidden spring of your pure silvery hope Even now I dwell on you wheneve

My Morning Moon by misakichi-kitti, literature

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My Morning Moon

My Morning Moon Morning moon You’re barely there Washed out white Sun-bleached Hidden in cloud curtains How do you do it? Sneaking in like that Sun’s domain Tainted by night You may be small But the mighty Sun Cannot sneak as you do Morning Moon Back to bed Quit fooling nature Quit tricking children Quit tempting me Go to bed Before you upset the skies And they tip out blue On the world

A Little Burdy by misakichi-kitti, literature

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A Little Burdy

A Little Burdy It was a simple little note, really. Just a pastel pink post-it, taped with jagged Scotch onto her door handle. Her little sister must have snuck it in some time during the night. It read: A little burdy told me that he looved you! And the burdy said meet him at the frunt door for diner? (You should go sis!) Love, A litle burdy The scribbled crayon-writing alone brought a smile to her face, but the words fueled an incomparable joy in her heart. She went to her window, threw open the shudders and embraced the waning coolness of a spring morning. Life was grand; a little burdy had told her so.

Trip'o'lets by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Trip'o'lets

Trip'o'lets You may wonder why my sons act the way they do. Ya know, always shyin' away from me, givin' me the evil eye and such. To tell ya' the truth, I'm not really sure why, but I've been told that I killed their Ma. Some kind car accident or somethin'. I try to tell'em over and over, I don' remember, it's not my fault, I didn' kill your Ma. Over and over, that's my chant. But you know boys, they ne'er listen. There's three of 'em, the sweetest little things they were when they first popped out, each one with a diff'rent head a' color. Trip'o'lets the doc said. The reason why Ma was so dang fat. Anyways, they were the cutest t

Monologue 1 - Penitance by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Monologue 1 - Penitance

People are always coming up to me and saying how sorry they are. As if they somehow feel guilty for my life and they want to find repentance so they can go on feeling happy and full once more. If Mum hadn't brainwashed me with manners, I'd surely give them something to be sorry about. You see, sorry doesn't pay the bills…it doesn't wash away the dirt; it's not a morphine for any pain. It doesn't keep the stomach from moaning, doesn't silence the baby's cries, doesn't bring back family, or youth, or life itself. Sorry is what Pops muttered as he left. Sorry is what Mum whispered for her epitaph. Sorry doesn't make a goo

Terribly Hard to Believe by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Terribly Hard to Believe

Lately, I've been having this problem. I've been seeing mud. Not just on the ground, I mean, there's nothing wrong with that I suppose. But on myself. It's not like I go outside and roll around in dirty puddles and then refuse to bathe. I have some idea what is going on, but I'm not going to tell you because you'd walk out right this minute. Grinning already? Just keep listening, it gets better. Anyway, I started seeing this mud on me a couple days ago. I think it started on my hands, but that was the last place I noticed it. It was just a speckling at first, over some of my actions and the work I did. But then it increased as I became mor

The Sixteenth Day by misakichi-kitti, literature

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The Sixteenth Day

Sunday the Sixteenth day of October of the year Twenty-Oh-Five 10:38 PM - After delving into a wonderful fantasy I sat with him tonight. It was picturesque. I slouched against him, his arms tight around me as we lay in the backseat of his '96 Chevy Cavalier convertible, top down. The sky was clear and I stared down the flickering light of the Dog Star. He was warm, his baggy sweatshirt even more blue than this ink. I could have stayed there for hours, comfortably, the old town's trains rattling and rumbling in the distance. Lights from nearby houses competing with the stars to no avail. We spoke briefly about the fu

I'll Return Eventually by misakichi-kitti, literature

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I'll Return Eventually

The opening chords fill my eardrums I hear the same, sad melody that's played in my heart before And I am amazed that somebody had captured it so well Meaning that he knew what I was going through… The singer's words fill me with envy. As if he had found something that I have not And that I have been reaching for For far too long My spirit soars up to the highest place The 'ooooh' amidst the piano notes Voice and instrument blend and I am lost now to the world around me But it's my choice It's not a drug As least I tell myself I can come back whenever I want I just don't want to yet I'd rather just sit here and let the music

Poor Thing by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Poor Thing

On rainy days When the sky dampens hope She sits with the blinds closed Wondering how life works The days They fall into place so easily She doesn't even have to try But she wishes she did She wishes she knew how to create Circumstances She wants to try and make a day For herself Instead of just sitting aside Watching life tick-tock on by As everything falls into place Oh-so-wonderfully She thinks 'Should I wish for duress?' 'Should I wish for hopelessness?' 'Are these things forbidden?' 'Are they to remain hidden? But she knows it's just a phase That's what she's told She smiles As the days fall together perfectly

Utterly Untitled by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Utterly Untitled

I simply take in the sights People passing by Conversations absorbed by my blank mind Lots of things happening Just not to me Which is fine by me I mean, I don't want to sound complaining Because I'm not When did this get so confusing? Just stop. For one second. Almost there. Ah, there we go. Just watching the world Just listening to the noises Little kids, steps on stairs, laughter of friends, growling bears… Oh wait. Scratch that last one. The poet in me was just trying to escape But I push that paradigm to the side And keep on writing. Let's exchange that last sound I don't want to gyp ya The last sound will be: A s

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A Love Poem... by misakichi-kitti, literature

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A Love Poem...

Don't ask me about something I don't understand can't understand It just hurts my head to think of it Yet I must whenever I fail to draw away from everyone As vital as oxygen souls suffocate without it wither in darkness hungry for its embrace to lift them back up again to happiness it alone saves us from total destruction of the world and of ourselves It is the most important gift a gift of salvation the cheapest gift to give the gift that is least given Don't ask me about something I don't understand Don

The Two Letters by misakichi-kitti, literature

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The Two Letters

Dear Trisha, I'm writing to you from the front lines. Bet you never got a letter from there before. I feel like a real soldier now, but don't worry, there's no fighting yet. That will change in two days though, I'd bet my sword on that. Check the news; it'll make you laugh when I'm right. Everyone here is fine, but the training is pretty difficult. Whenever I go walking around the camp, I can feel everyone staring at me, like this whole battle is riding on my sword alone. It's unnerving, so I train like a demon with Katsu. I beat him every time, of course. I'm a little worried; will I have to protect him the entire battle? Guess I'll know

Learning How to Date -- Part 1 by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Learning How to Date -- Part 1

I need to laugh And when the sun is out I've got something I can laugh about I feel good In a special way I'm in love and it's a sunny day Alphonse Elric hummed along with the melody that drifted out of the open windows of the small bed-and-breakfast. His slender body rocked gently in sync with the happy-go-lucky tempo. The sun overhead beat down through gaps in the leaves, leaving patches of cool shadow in which he could escape the heat. Somewhere from inside his soul, a small smile had emerged around the first few joyful notes of the song and had given him a look of pure contentment. But the song and the beautiful summer weather h

Learning How to Date -- Part 2 by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Learning How to Date -- Part 2

"I was just trying to wash the mud off you; I just must've miscalculated the force of the water given the pressure of the hose…" Ed barely listened to Alphonse's stream of apologies as he pulled on his red coat over his all-black outfit. "Really, Brother, I just wanted to show you what I've been working on and how much I've improved—" "Don't you think that you could have just transmuted some flowers or something? That would've been good enough." "I did, all of the sunflowers were transmuted. Didn't you notice?" Edward pretended not to hear the question as he left the room. 'What exactly is Al trying to get at? That I'm not as good a

Learning How to Date -- Part 3 by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Learning How to Date -- Part 3

"Mustang's not here?" Alphonse had been hanging back the entire way to Headquarters, but decided to move in a bit closer at the tone of Ed's voice, just in case he had to defend the poor secretary who had given the terrible news. "I'm s-sorry, sir." The secretary stammered from behind a large, oaken desk, "the Colonel called in sick this morning, but he said he'd be around in the afternoon." Ed turned away from her and slammed his automail palm onto the desk; his eyes burned in anger and frustration. Alphonse immediately jumped into apologetic mode, hoping that Ed would not do anything stupid in his small fit of rage. "Excuse me,

Learning How to Date -- Part 4 by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Learning How to Date -- Part 4

Roy Mustang glanced at his watch and grinned. He could mentally picture Edward arriving in time for the appointment; his face twisting into aggravated disbelief as he was told of the Colonel's absence; and for the kicker, the new schedule scribbled on the door. Yes, Roy Mustang grinned big and broad. He brushed off the urge to laugh out loud. There would be plenty of time to laugh later when all of his plans for Fullmetal were fulfilled; and in better company too. For the streets Roy walked were full of quiet workers, normal people complaining about life in the city, the government, the military, the weather…He could pick out all of this

Learning How to Date -- Part 5 by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Learning How to Date -- Part 5

Edward stomped down the stone steps outside of the main office. His eyes were narrowed in frustration; his face seemed to be permanently set in anger. Alphonse trailed behind and paused as Ed reached the final step to turn and look at the Colonel's office window, which was broken and leaking nasty, brown smoke into the air. 'Why did I ask the Colonel for help?' Alphonse thought hopelessly, continuing down the stately stones, 'Ed's in an absolutely terrible mood now. Making him mad wasn't what I had in mind to help him—Oof!' Alphonse, lost in thought as he was, had neglected to realize that Ed had stopped at the bottom of the stairs, star

Learning How to Date -- Part 6 by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Learning How to Date -- Part 6

Edward walked silently down a lone side street, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his new white tux. Head down, bangs covering his face, he was alone with his thoughts. The several hours since Roy's ridiculous order had dragged out painfully slow. Roy's only commands for the so called 'mission' had been to find a tux and a bouquet of flowers and show up at the Sagrado, an upper-class restaurant and ballroom combined on the far side of the city. He had promised that dates would be ready and waiting for the three, but as expected, that kind fact did nothing to motivate Edward. He sighed and looked up into the darkening sky for a mom

Life Itself by misakichi-kitti, literature

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Life Itself

A friend dies, barely even beginning his life into the world out of high school… A son steals from his mother's purse; caught, he will be ejected out of his house with the next infraction… A child is forced into a family she doesn't know, while relatives plead for her custody… A father dies, no, kills himself on alcohol, and his wife, young daughter in tow, arrives at the funeral drunk… A grandmother clutches at her hospital bed bars, tries to sit up, falls and passes away in front of her daughter and grand-daughter's eyes… An uncle cuts his wrists, settles down on his couch, and cries as he frees himself from reality at last… What kind

A Mother's Love by misakichi-kitti, literature

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A Mother's Love

My mother's disowned me…What do I do now? How can she say she still loves me? How can she say she forgives me? How can she say "blahblahblah" as she suffocates me? She said she will destroy my dreams. She said she will rule my life. I think if I had wanted her advice I would've asked her. I think if she had come out of her box, she would know more about me. I scream at her in my mind. My voice echoes in my head, only for me. Will I never say what I feel? How long can I hide my feelings? How long will I be able to smother myself? How long? "How do you know?! You weren't even there! You locked yourself away because I didn't give

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My Morning Moon by misakichi-kitti, literature

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My Morning Moon

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Jan 9
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Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: Upstairs
Favourite genre of music: Rock: classic, punk, alternative; and artsy-fartsy
Operating System: Windows due to lack of Mac skills
MP3 player of choice: iPod, because monopolies rule the world
Wallpaper of choice: The edible kind from Willy Wonka (the original)
Favourite cartoon character: Alphonse Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist
Personal Quote: "I suffer from Beatlemania; don't laugh, it's a serious illness."

Favourite Visual Artist

Oh, you know who you are...

Favourite Movies

Iron Man; WallE; The Prestige; No Country for Old Men

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles; Relient K; Owl City

Favourite Writers

Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, Laurie Halse Anderson, Emily Dickinson

Favourite Games

Final Fantasy; Legend of Zelda; Rock Band; Left 4 Dead; Cool Spot

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation 2; Xbox 360

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Word Processor and my ten digits

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misakichi-kitti

Feb 23, 2009

Jinxed

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Whelp, Ive jinxed myself. Ive jinxed myself good. A few weeks ago, I went into my nearby plasma donation center to read a book-- I mean, give plasma. I came in a little later in the day than I normally do, but was still met by a nice shift of nurses who greeted me warmly and were otherwise normal. I was then under the impression that this was going to be an average experience at the plasma donation center and I naively let my guard down. And that was when I met Miss Ultra-Professional Nursing Student. Miss U.P.N.S.  was technical. Very technical. Friendly, but in a fakey, medical school way. She was only supposed to take me thro

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Dec 24, 2008

Christmas is Here. Christmas is Here. Today.

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Or tomorrow. But go and be jolly anyway.Happy Decemberween. http://www.homestarrunner.com/dween_kidsbook.html

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Dec 11, 2008

Zombie Walruses are my Friends

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Its a good thing to be filled with ideas. Its not a good thing to let them sit inside your brain cavity, rotting away and filling the whole place with the horrible stink of fetid opportunity. And so, Ive been mentally working away to get some ideas up and walking about in a practical fashion. Besides an all-important friend-type Christmas project (I so badly wish to divulge more info on this, but I cant! Bah, frustration!), Ive got a nice queue of short stories ready and waiting to be typed out. Its rather funny watching the characters fight over who gets my attention first: Futuristic Calvary Scout is waving a