http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:kaekochan&section=today deviantART RSS for by:kaekochan en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 04 Dec 2009 11:14:06 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/24901802/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/24901802/ Sat, 23 May 2009 05:19:26 PDT Halfway through,
His hands the bag through.

The bag hits the pavement with a smack.

He begins to hoist his body back through too,
Back to safety,
Back home.
But then he is grabbed by the police on the other side.

The police pulls him from behind.
I try to help the boy,
I try to pull him back,
Back to safety,
The police pulls too.
For a moment there is pain in the boys eye,
He lets out a cry as I hear a crack from the other side.
I pull harder,
Trying to save this poor boy,
But as I hear more cracks and see the pain distort the boys face,
I cant,
I cant,
But I can!

I heave once more pulling the boy back,
Back to safety.

But he is dead,
His spine shattered,
And the police is gone.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22658002/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22658002/ Sun, 18 Jan 2009 17:13:10 PST
the gowns, the dances, the elegance--
the masks. They sparkled, dear,
glittered in the electric light
with sequins, rhinestones so bright
they almost looked real.

I danced with a stranger, my dear, a man
I thought was my husband
beneath his mask
[a fox’s face, grinning
slyly] but his hands felt wrong
in mine, and his voice
was deeper, stronger…
You’ll know what I’m talking about
when you’re older, my dear.
He was so very
kind, shall I say, and handsome
I’m sure, beneath the mask.

He held a knife to my throat, dear, and while
the women screamed and the men shouted
Let her go, she’s just a girl, she’s not
quite right in the head
I smiled, dear, and laughed
because I knew it was just a game

and he would never hurt me;
he was too gallant, too kind.

The blade glittered in the electric light.
It looked almost real.

He slashed it across my throat, my dear,
one motion, swish, like
a professional.
And I was still laughing, and he
was still holding me
and it was marvelous, my dear, marvelous
and liquid started pouring down;

it was so very
warm, or perhaps
I was cold; I did feel cold
now that I think about it, my dear.
So very warm and so very red,
dear; it looked
almost real.

Yes, it was marvelous, my dear; the blood,
the glittering masks,
and the music still playing,
a waltz; One two three
One two three
a little hesitantly, as if
the musicians weren’t sure
if they should keep going

and then they stopped
[they shouldn’t have, my dear, I was
enjoying the tune]
and someone must have flicked the lights out
for the grand room went dark, my dear,
except for the masks, still glittering
like stars—
they looked almost real.

I’m beginning to suspect, my dear—No.
I shan’t say it. It would be wrong.
It would not do.
These things don’t happen
in polite society.

My dear, I think—
I think he rather fancied me.

~i want ppl to read this because this is one of the best things bridget has writen since ywp 2009! i fucking love it!

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22578377/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22578377/ Wed, 14 Jan 2009 13:23:02 PST Caila Blue
Graffiti is an art: it takes up many principles used in Classical or Renaissance art, including the use of shading, light, and value of negative and positive space. The shading and the lighting in a piece are very important. Without those two qualities graffiti would be just words on a wall, but, to the graffiti artists it is a way to express her self, just as Van Gogh’s painting Night Cafe expresses his frustration as he enters the cafe. There is also a political aspect to graffiti just as in art from the Paleolithic period and on, the purpose of graffiti is partly to harass the authority as much as show the talent of the artist. This is in contrast to than the Renaissance artists who painted for the authority, but not unlike some modern artists like Manet who were disliked by the rich and because they used art to show what the authority were doing wrong.

A gaff (graffiti) artist works with his crew, a group of fellow artists who are like members of a family. The graff artist is often at odds with the law with other crews; members of a crew keep one another out of trouble. It takes skill with the paint and a cool mind not to jump at every little sound; this is why graff artists always go with their crew. The crew will go to different places every time they go, but they go with their crew.

One of the graff artists whose work I was fascinated by last fall in New York City was Odie. Odie is the tag name of a graffiti artist who runs with the ICF. (I Can Fly.) Crew. Like other graff artists, he keeps his given name a secret. In fact, very little is known about Odie himself. What we do know is his unique style. He uses block- or bubble-like letters, and some times a mixture of the two. His pieces are beautiful and full of color but the point is to see how close he can get to the edge, that is, to frustrating the authority. The phrase “Yet Again.” and others like it are frequently added to Odie’s pieces to taunt the authority. One gets the idea that Odie likes pushing the edge because he seems to use as much gradation and shading as he can. That means that to complete a piece, he must come back to the same place night after night, thus increasing his chances of being caught. Like all other graff artists Odie likes to paint his pieces on places that are hard to get at. He did one piece on the side of a car. In fact some say that he has done a piece on every kind of vehicle except a plane. That is another way of pushing the edge.

It is too bad that graffiti artists cannot come out and talk about their pieces and what each one means to its creator. I bet we could learn a lot about art if we looked closely at the pieces that they do, and listen to their feedback on their own art. Even as Picasso used color effectively to show his emotion, so graff artists use color to show the world who they are. I think that every time someone paints over a beautiful piece of graffiti, we are losing the chance to discover a new gifted artist.

If you want to read more about graffiti as an art form, go to:
[link]

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22566120/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22566120/ Tue, 13 Jan 2009 18:22:34 PST Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high

Cry at night
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair

My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah

Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah


this is for all you punk rock feminists out there! we all know that JOAN JETT AND L7 are two of the greatest female bands in the world! the changed the way punk assholes look at chicas now! that takes serious guts!

also if you have not read

DEATH BY NEIL GAIMAN then you should! its fantastic! XD

i have done some paintings and peices but... i dont want ta b found so... ill just put up the ideas and sketches of the pieces that ive done...

~peace out till later! ^^

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22117607/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22117607/ Mon, 22 Dec 2008 08:37:38 PST
Girl: Slow down, I'm scared
*
Guy: No, this is fun.
*
Girl: No its not, please it's to scary.
*
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
*
Girl: I love you, slow down.
*
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
*
~She gave him a big hug~
*
Guy: Can you take off my helmet, and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.
*
*
In the newspaper the next day a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks were broken. He didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him, and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live even if it meant that he would die.

If you would do the same for the person you love, totally copy this in your profile

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22009148/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/22009148/ Tue, 16 Dec 2008 03:49:09 PST ( ) Smoked A Cigarette
( ) Smoked A Cigar
(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
SO FAR: 1

Level 2
(x) Are / Been In Love (it sux and I never wanna love again! Go away!)
(x) Dumped someone
( ) Been Fired (heheheh nuuuuuuu!)
( ) Been In A Fist Fight (y would i? im a fucking veg.!)
SO FAR: 3

Level 3
(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person
(x) Skipped Class
( ) Slept With A Co-worker
(x) Seen Someone / Something Die
SO FAR: 6

Level 4
( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your deviantart Friends (erm… no? if I did y would I say that? Its not like anyone even cares bout me that way!)
( ) Been To Paris
( ) Been To Spain
(x) Been On A Plane (ya… how else would I get to the grand canyon? Lol~)
( ) Thrown Up From Drinking (wut? Me? Im the one left to keep an eye out fer the adults! I do a good job at that if I do say so mi self… heh)
SO FAR: 7

Level 5
(x) Eaten Sushi (vegi sushi… home made! Its great! XD)
(x) Been Snowboarding /skiing (how is that bad? Iv skied since I wuz 3 fucking old! Iv only broken mi bones like…. 6 times?)
( ) Met Someone Through Internet (I knew the person b4… would tht count?)
(x) Been in a Mosh Pit (ya! That’s wut its all about! XD)
SO FAR: 10

Level 6
( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship (would u count an abusive friendship?)
( ) Taken Pain Killers (wut kind?)
(x) Liked/loved Someone Who You Can't Have (I told u I don’t wanna talk about it!)
(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By (how is that stupid?)
(x) Made A Snow Angel
SO FAR: 13

Level 7
(x) Had A Tea Party (would u count that it wuz fer mi grand father so he could say good bye b4 he died?)
(x) Flown A Kite
(x) Built A Sand Castle
(x) Gone mudding
( ) Played Dress Up
SO FAR: 16

Level 8
(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves (no dugh!)
(x) Gone Sleding (wtf! Y not??? Its good! I like sleddin with nic! U insult me! TT.TT)
(x) Cheated While Playing A Game (who wouldn’t? every one else wuz!)
(x) Been Lonely (shut up! I don’t wanna talk bout it! Mo fo!)
(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School
SO FAR: 21

Where did level 9 go? Wut???? It ditched? Waaaaaa! TT.TT

Level 10
(x) Watched The Sun Set
(x) Felt An Earthquake
( ) Killed A Snake (nuuuuuuuuuuuu! Poor thing! Awwwwww u make me sad! I sad now! TT.TT)
SO FAR: 23

Level 11
(x) Been Tickled
(x) Been Robbed / Vandalized
(x) Been cheated on (u suk! Mo fo! Go die in a hole in china un loved and hated by all! With no food or water and your dead brother u ate thrown up all over u!)
(x) Been Misunderstood
SO FAR: 27

Level 12
(x) Won A Contest (I think…. It wuz… a canoe race?)
(x) Been Suspended From School (don’t mention it… idk if u cn call it suspention… they weren’t sure they would let me back in)
(x) Had Detention
(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident
SO FAR: 31

Level 13
( ) Had / Have Braces
(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night (with mi friend livz and genoa!)
(x) Danced in the moonlight (don’t remind me!)
SO FAR : 33

Level 14
(x) Hated The Way You Look
(x) Witnessed A Crime
(x) Pole Danced (well… its not wut u think! It wuz differend! Only ryry wuz there!)
(x) Questioned Your Heart (I… ya all the time)
( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes (wtf!? Wut????? How??? Cn ???u ??? b???)
SO FAR: 37

Level 15
(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud (cors I have! I don’t even need 2 b high!)
(x) Been Lost
( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
(x) Swam In The Ocean (ewww)
( ) Felt Like You Were Dying (like in pain? Or emotionally?)
SO FAR: 40

Level 16
(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep (every night! And I don’t need 2 lie bout that!)
(x) Played Cops And Robbers (6th grade?)
(x) Recently Coloured With Crayons / Coloured Pencils / Markers (pencils… like lyra pencils! Fuck yes!)
(x) Sang Karaoke (ya… its ok… but there were drunk Japanese men all around me grinding with all the chicas they could find! Idk wut I did then cos I don’t member… oops… iz that bad? I like 2 think it wuz just nic took me home like the guy he should b and took care ov me!)
( ) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins
SO FAR: 44

Level 17
(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(x) Made Prank Phone Calls
(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose (ya… when sam said he could sing like a bitch!)
(x) Kissed In The Rain (y do u fuckin care????)
SO FAR: 47

Level 18
(... ]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21734683/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21734683/ Sat, 29 Nov 2008 16:41:11 PST
Love is supposed to be infatuateing, irrisistable, and heavenly. But not for me, by the ending of my last relationship I couldn’t see the point in love. I didn’t even know what love was. They were all pointless crushes, pointless kisses, and pointless heartache. That is what ‘love’ is for me. And I have no reason to think otherwise.

kaekochan

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21613063/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21613063/ Sat, 22 Nov 2008 11:32:04 PST
]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21456224/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21456224/ Wed, 12 Nov 2008 15:22:08 PST
I feel like shit! I have been walked over by every possible person, I have been abused every way imaginable! Today I started by getting in a fight with a teacher, making her VERY angry, then I had math, math is terrible because there are only six or so kids in my class and one of them, my best friend genoa, is reallllly good at math! She is faster and smarter then I am. When she asks me for help I help her and she gets the right answer where as I get the wrong answer! She then tries to help me but I don’t like help because I feel inferior and looked down upon, I snap at her and she gets hurt. Then we fight and I cant tell her that its nothing to do with her, that its really just me and my insecuritys… then we have art. The only class that I am good at. The only class that I can understand, and low and behold the teacher is a jerk! I hate her! She’s a bitch! She never listens to me! She never cares if I want to crop my picture in a different way! And today of ALL days she decides to make us do still lives from eggs! And guess wut! Genoas is better then mine! So is every other drawing as a matter of fact! And my drawing got no comments! Not even from one of my friends! They didn’t notice my piece! They didn’t even care! No one FUCKING CARES! And to make things even worse I don’t get any time off! And MY birthday is in 15 days! 15 DAYS AND NO ONE CARES!

FUCK THE WORLD AND TELL ME WUT U THINK! IF NO ONE EVER CARES DOES THAT MEAN THAT IF I DIED NO ONE WOULD NOTICE??????? Would anyone care??? Does anyone care that I am alive??? Wut is alive??? Am I hear just to take up unwanted space??????? Will I die having done nothing significant? Cos that’s how I feel right now! I feel like I don’t matter, I feel like no one cares! I don’t think that anyone should ever notice if I went missing…

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21341075/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21341075/ Wed, 05 Nov 2008 13:47:51 PST
its today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is one of the most meaningful comics and movie. i seriously advise you to read the comic and watch this movie.

the comic is a well written and well thought out comic that contemplates the way the government and shows us the flaws in the way we are brought up. along with this comes the movie, if you dont like comics (which i will never understand how you cannot) then watch the movie! it is also great... although the blood and death is really fake and the killings in the movie are different from the comic book i would say that the movie is good too.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21322323/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/21322323/ Tue, 04 Nov 2008 16:58:43 PST
♥To every guy that said, "You're beautiful"

♥To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her

♥To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down.

♥To every guy who has given her flowers just because thats how he rolls

♥To every guy that said he would die for her.

♥To every guy that really would.

♥To every guy that did what she wanted to die for

♥To every guy that cried in front of her...

♥To every guy that she cried in front of...

♥To every guy that holds hands with her.

♥To every guy that kisses her with meaning..

♥To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.

♥To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.

♥To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.

♥To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.

♥To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to
see her for ten minutes

♥To every guy that would give his seat up...

♥To every guy that just wants to cuddle.

♥To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.

♥To every guy who told his secrets to her.

♥To every guy that showed how much he cared through every word and every breath.

♥To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.

♥To every guy that believed in her dreams.

♥To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them

♥To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.

♥To every guy that walked her to her car and opened the door

♥To every guy that gave his heart.

♥To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.





Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...

I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this cuz they care more about their image

If you are a nice guy repost this with: "nice guys STILL finish last "

If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way
repost this with: "To Every Guy"

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20803163/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20803163/ Fri, 03 Oct 2008 03:38:51 PDT
peace out till then!

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20744006/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20744006/ Mon, 29 Sep 2008 15:18:17 PDT
anyway this is rly funnie!

[link]

lol

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20672651/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20672651/ Thu, 25 Sep 2008 16:38:59 PDT The half eaten apple,
Deep red skin
Crisp white flesh.

The bridge,
High above the rushing water
The thought,

But no!

There must be some reason,
Not to jump.

I just…
Cant find one.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20624371/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20624371/ Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:39:57 PDT
there so fun to hang out with! they were singing the songs 4 me and they are so funnie! there kinda punk/metal/ballad grunge! lol hard 2 beat that suckers!

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20596861/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20596861/ Sun, 21 Sep 2008 06:50:39 PDT
]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20494846/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20494846/ Sun, 14 Sep 2008 18:22:59 PDT
]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20372220/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/20372220/ Sun, 07 Sep 2008 09:53:29 PDT then love,
then revenge from above,
he told me he loved me,
he told me he cared,
and now i see the lie he was living.

he told me i was all he needed and all he would want,
he told me i was the only one.

and now that the lie has reached its end so has his love,
and so have i.

he killed me,
or maybe cold bloodedy murdered would be a better word.

i hate him...
...and he hates me.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17851696/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17851696/ Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:04:06 PDT
luv

kaeko chan

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17655209/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17655209/ Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:01:33 PDT
"Runaway"

Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

i'm gonna run away and never say goodbye
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
i'm gonna run away and never wonder why
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
i'm gonna run away and open up my mind
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind


this is the way i feel right now. i am i luv with linkin park. i will never say they are dead! they are amazing they can get away with any kind of music!

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17573411/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17573411/ Sat, 29 Mar 2008 12:45:07 PDT The half eaten apple,
Deep red skin
Crisp white flesh.

The bridge,
High above the rushing water
The thought,

But no!

There must be some reason,
Not to jump.

I just…
Cant find one.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17150092/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17150092/ Sun, 02 Mar 2008 13:46:33 PST the children who must confess,
yes they dropped the dish,
and now they get whipped.

the life we live in all this mess,
the children who never rest,
they work all day,
and get no pay,
for their work at the sewing machine,
and we sit looking cool and serene.

the life wee live in this mess.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17106113/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/17106113/ Thu, 28 Feb 2008 16:47:12 PST the life we love,
the life were meant to want.

the people we are,
the people were meant to be,
the reasons.

i cant see!

we were,
we are,
we will be.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16790211/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16790211/ Fri, 08 Feb 2008 18:57:32 PST ore my grave,
it blooms and grows,
ore the wind worn marker above my head,

the desert rose,
i saw as i lay wounded,
the desert rose,
filled my nose with a sweet odor,
the desert rose,
bloomed be for my very eyes,
the desert rose,
its all i remember,


the desert rose,

the desert rose,

the desert rose.

its all i remember.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16539417/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16539417/ Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:54:46 PST
]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16491388/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16491388/ Sun, 20 Jan 2008 14:06:28 PST
]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16374856/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16374856/ Sat, 12 Jan 2008 15:52:12 PST leving me nothing to hold,
he left and saved himself.

not me.

he was not my noble goth knight.

he was not my emo love.

he was not,
he is not,
he will never be,

my knight of the night

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16374444/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16374444/ Sat, 12 Jan 2008 15:19:53 PST running down my wrists
the scars
the blood
the pain

the things they say,
the things they do,

never accepted,
never loved.

]]> ~kaekochan http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16374056/ http://kaekochan.deviantart.com/journal/16374056/ Sat, 12 Jan 2008 14:47:22 PST i was
i will be
your love

there are things
times
moments
when we can be together

you my knight of the night

your face
your eyes

your fangs.

]]> ~kaekochan