Ishita-Kanzar

Eternity terminated Time to restart? Dribbling lines Of meaningless tripe A swirling miasma Of ill-meant speech Everybody forgot That time doesn't heal It is merely a space In which, maybe, Healing may happen. There is no end, We merely commence Dreaming of others, Once again... We repeat We remember We revolve, endlessly.

The self-claimed magus swung around, pivoting smoothly. He strode over to the ceiling-to-floor windows and stood there, motionless. Was he waiting for something? Sweat beaded its way down my forehead and tickled my cheeks as it crawled its way past my chin line. We weren’t bound or anything, but each time I had made any sort of motion to get up – such as putting my palms to the ground and pushing up – the strength would vanish from the offending limbs and I would come close to falling flat on the carpet. The knowledge that I couldn’t even get up seemed to add to the pressure of the situation, and my body reacted to this

"It would be a lie to say I have no interest in ordinary humans. To be more exact, I detest them. And so I kill." Every single one of us had our eyes on the man in faded blue and green. He had crouched down so that he was eye-to-eye with us, the better to regard us with his paradoxically soothing eyes. He told us his name was Ian. He also told us he was a magus. There exists two kinds of murders: those that were killed for a reason, and those that were killed for no reason. While the latter case is seemingly more tragic, the former is all the more dangerous for the species as a whole. Why do I believe that this is the case? Those that ki

we'll slice through anything we'll even cut the sky - maybe heaven will bleed down on us and purify us, cleanse us of sin - for we are the ones that commit sin so that others won't have to "God made you," is what they say God made me a sinner, is the reply so we'll lash out at everyone and maybe we'll sever the chains that bind us to this rotating existence of eternal decadence, our reality no freedom no dreams no life existing to purify the world to protect even if we are hated to watch over even if we are feared to guide even if we suspected to love even if we are spurned yesterday we saved your life but you'll only rem

"You, who was once Euphoria, bringer of mindless joy-" All beings mature. As they age, their appearance changes, their tastes change, their motivations change... sometimes even their ideals change. Spirits have no form to bind them (define them); the only way to observe their evolution is to... "-of immeasurable ecstasy, have changed." ...monitor what they do, what they embody. Spirits are 'born' from the existence of an concept, but their own evolution into other concepts doesn't necessarily reflect the concept itself. There are countless spirits, and between them all and constant evolution - however minute - there is always one named Li

Tap.       Tap.              Tap. A solitary girl, dressed in sombre colours.              Tap.       Tap. Tap. Long fingers idly spinning a pen, striking the table. Tap.       Tap.              Tap. She sighs, absent-mindedly flips her hair back over her shoulder.              Tap.       Tap. Tap. The girl is waiting for someone, or perhaps something. Or nothing? Tap.       Tap.              Ta- Frozen in place, fingers stilled, she watches somebody approach. Some would judge the newcomer to be pretty [in the face], others would call her hot [of the body]. The first girl noted in some corner of her chilled mi

Observing moments of perfection -Such as the depthless grace Evident in the crook of your elbow Or perhaps your lilting voice That carves a clear river Across the cacophony of daily life Finding peace in your strength -Your unwavering independence Threads its way into your actions Or perhaps your amaranthine smile That casts a crystal ray Piercing the melancholy of daily life Chasing impossible dreams -Such as being worthy enough To stand at Glory's side Or perhaps of your prized trust That falls like spring rain Upon the deserts of daily life

The beginning is always The most important bit To learn of 'its' existance Is the beginning Of understanding 'it' To have knowledge of something Is the beginning Of empathising with it We go from being aware To understanding And then to empathy Seeking knowledge In order to understand How something works In order to control it It's self-defence "Know your enemy" But in the end We reach and understanding We empathise And we become more alike Until the fear isn't there A voracious appetite For knowledge "I want to know everything" Hidden underneath that desire Of wanting limitless knowledge: "I want to understand eve

"I don't see why I need to be here." A tsking noise coupled with strong fingers firmly grasping the recalcitrant shoulders, forcing him to stay still. "Stop fidgeting." "You didn't answer me," complained Bel in a petulant tone. "You didn't ask a question," was the snarky reply. "You could've just done a portrait from a photo. Or use that thing called your imagination - artists' impression, y'know?" "And what good would that be? The Ladies want a portrait of you dressed like this, and they will have one. You owe them, after all." Bel grumbled, the vibrations of his disgruntlement sending the 'feathers' of his draconic wings into a glimm

It's been a cold Autumn -An even colder Winter- Nevertheless, Spring Doesn't warm my skin Doesn't fill my veins. The drought of the sky -A beautifully clear plane- Doesn't reflect my self, Both inside and out Both the soul and body. I spy a ghost of you -My rippling reflection- Hope rises, is crushed My resemblance to you My pain at my own face.