boku no abita

ゼノクに青龍ファルム

侍の紅月

妖怪の王さま

ゼノク


Well, im Ryuunosuke. Currently i am in my 4th year of high school. i am 18 yaers old and i plan to be a network engineer. i will be going to college for that and japanese. I also wish to do translating as well.

I like almost anything Japanese or Chinese. I also like the element darkness. [darkness is not evil only those how proseave it as evil make it evil.]

this is a poem that i wrote...[ well its more of a story but...]
it is called

世界の鏡 [world of mirrors]

Thoughts for or...from the world of mirrors
As it is intended, our eyes see the world as it sees us. Upon the rise of greatness losses sit in wait in the darkness. Warriors on the opposing sides fear death, so why they ask why do we fight when what awaits us is that of which we detest? Day by day battles continues leaving friends behind in time. They are engulfed by sorrow, and rage as the war continues. Darkness, I sit there watching in disgust as to what unspeakable horrors happened yesterday happen tomorrow. The green-eyed-monster lays in wait for us. We control the world or does the world control us. Humans are threatened by evil. But what or who? An unanswered silence falls upon us. A voice whispers. It is hared by only those that aren’t listening. Those who could not hear blabbered senselessly. I listened close to the restless voice of my heart, afraid to speak it. Unchanging, the moon gazes down upon me as the others sat in lies. I ask the moon, why was I born only to die in pain? Dose truth exist, is it friend or foe? Is life death and death life? Through the night sky full of cries, only evil lays. They say when you look in a mirror you see the truth. But, for this to be true I must be a lie.

As it was intended, our eyes see the world as the world sees us. Evil continues its path of destruction as the fight moves on to the deepest depth of death. You are your enemies evil as they are yours. Fear is transparent, as belief is blinding. Darkness is full of fear created by us. The child lays in darkness crying loudly, yet no one hears it. The child is fearful, of evil. The child is in pain: there are no marks. A Child crying at the mirror. The concerned mother enters to shush the whaling. The mother asks why do you cry at your reflection my child. It is you! The child cried harder. The moon stares at me as it did to that crying child that was me. Am I the vary being that I fear so much? Am I my own evil? The moon turns black as the sad night sky disappears. Then, out of the cloud I see a mirror. I see in that mirror is me lying down under the moon lit night sky and finally I realized it. I say, I see. And the child in my dreams stopped crying. The child turns to his mother and said I don’t need to cry, for there is nothing. After that, I hared nothing.