Detachment

Detachment

The people I have met, they seem to disappear

Someone that I care about, she seems to have left as well

Still there all the time, just things seem different

Just a stale feeling, much different then the caring smile I had come to enjoy

Hardly able to keep in touch with the one I love

He seems to be waiting for me all of his time

Where I just seem to float about looking for him as well, with no direction

The strength of many is stronger then the strength of one

It seems that without keeping together, we surely fall apart

The friends of my past have left and floated onward

I have been stuck on the way of a tree

Just staying waiting

Waiting for someone to wait with me

Just to lay down with me and forget the world around us

I found some whom do so as well, but not all have stayed as long as I have

The reality is really a visual realm to the people I’ve know

Losing my sense of humanity

Not quite insanity

I lay here

Detached from the world

By: Kiba Ookami

Corrupted Newborn

Corrupted Newborn

This is the start of something new

But to have something new you must destroy something of old

In other words New comes with sacrifice, a sacrifice from past creation

May it be how useful something may be, to the importance it had once held

Thoughts of the past, some good, some bad, still from the past that started what we have

What we have now is only because of what we had before

Constantly revising what we have done, making stronger, better, faster or just look nicer

Unknown to the beseeching people that it may just be what brings us to the pits of greed

And with greed, one tends to grow to few then many and finally worldwide greediness

The greed doesn’t stop with infecting those people; they turn for better hosts for jealously

Jealously simply causes many around them to be in rage

Rage brings about painful wars that bring about the hopelessness of victims

Hopelessness brings out the ideal of blaming someone else for their own mistakes

Which only brings out more suffering to the people they are around

Soon revenge becomes apparent and the constant retaliations of loss of life

The loss just brings the hatred of many to continue retaliating on the retaliators previous

Judgment of right and wrong have been thrown away long ago, making these things easier

The corruption goes on farther but the point is made that it continues

Soon it will be the undoing and soon we shall just be among the numbers…

Or maybe we already are among the numbers…

By: Kiba Ookami

Fake wings

Fake wings

It feels like I’m everything, but nothing

My memories, synthesized, artificial

Mind is blank, yet filled, but never speaking

This body same as before, no, it has changed

These eyes have become worse, but still they do better then before

Heart stilled, beating, still beating, fast, then slow, then fast again

Ears are that hear things no one else hears, but still they hear nothing

Nose that smells everything, but cannot smell everyone

This feeling of friends, so comforting, yet it hurts

Complete is how I seem, yet cut into pieces is how it is

Among the Light, but as one of the dark

I fit in with others, yet I feel as an outcast

Feeling loved, but hated

I show happiness although I have been hurt

My emotions are nothing to me, but everything to those around

Don’t want this, can’t do this, must stop this, it just won’t work anymore

I have a mask that covers my face, covers myself, my true self

I'm not alone; I see thousands of masks that people wear upon their faces

But each mask is different from one another

None are the same, but close in shape

Mine is an outcast to this

While others are shaped to the human heart and mind

My mask is shapeless and ever-changing

Only few of the others I go among have “Chipped” masks

They are able to show “true” feelings

Where as I am unable to state the pity of this mind to these people

This mask gets in the way and stops my words

With stopped words, stopped wings shall be what are there

For I have no wings that make me, myself.

No true wings

By:

Kiba

Ookami

simple thinking

It’s Not Tomorrow Yet

Can’t think clearly today~

Don’t know why~

Maybe it’s just a Tuesday~

Never knew why I~

Feel this way~

It’s a beautiful day~

And its way too bright~

Because the sky ‘aint gray~

Cause the clouds float by~

Like any other day~ (Hey hey~)

It’s starting to rain~

But still I say~

It’s beautiful day to me

Because my mind’s so calm~

And the rain keeps me

True to my way~

Because it’s just another day

Another beautiful day

(Whoa ho ha)

It’s a wonderful day~

Just need to say~

That today is now night~

With a much delight~

The night so fine~

Moon glows with a shine~

That excites the mind~

And makes the bad so kind~

Another beautiful day

And it all starts the same

Again the next day~

With the wind so fair~

It seems I’m there~

Out on the peak of the world

With the Sea near by~

Breathing the air~

With these wonderful things I see

Kiba Okami

Poetryz

Elders

Incapable of fun,

Burnt minds,

Saddened hearts,

Simple depressions,

Unable to eat,

Rejecting drinks,

Growing weak,

Trembling from pain,

Sleep is fleeting,

Walking is torture,

Laying down is simply sore,

Running is out of the question,

Swimming is shear suicide,

Death laughs at your simplicity,

Always looking towards the light as a way out,

When darkness is the only way to bring out the light,

Tired of being more then you are now,

Replacements can be found,

Some young and others old,

But never are they able to remember what you’ve done.

By: Kiba Okami

Use

No rest, no need, not dead, I appease,

Still tired, still there, still living, I am giving,

Every hour, every place, every person, I am not gone,

From time, from here, from people, I am not still better,

At timing, at staying, at helping, I am not still here after everyone,

Unrest, unneeded, undead, unfulfilled.

By: Kiba Okami

Life by the sword

With sword in hand, I charge to greater places,

With sword in hand, I face great challenges,

With sword in hand, I fight many things,

With sword in hand, I fall in love,

With sword in hand, I lose my friends,

With sword in hand, I face the world,

With sword in hand, I almost die,

With sword in hand, I simply age,

With sword in hand, I die by the sword I held.

By: Kiba Okami 10/17/2011

The pity of false evils

Incapable of simplicity

Not wanting other opinions

Never listening to anyone else

Always leaving the marks of hate

Making the children cower in fear

Still tormenting the people of this town

Waiting for the “Hero” to appear and end you

When that “Hero” appears, what will you do?

Will you go and face them with a calm mind?

Will they make you cry in pain as you hit the ground?

Will you face them with sword in hand?

How about a lance or a knife?

If you lose, will you run?

Separate ways

 Separate ways

Look at a blank page and tell me what you see,

We see it as nothing,

However it should be seen as a clean slate,

A slate of possibilities,

A place of new order, new hope even

I do not see that I should be the one who writes on this “Pure tablet”

I do not see why I should do anything

I do not see how I would affect you

I am nothing more then a figment of your mind

Just an illusion of this world

Just a human on the earth below us

Only you could see me as I am

Only you could hear what I had to say

Only now did I see I was dependent on you

Only now do I see we must part ways

Only now do I leave

I leave for the better of you and I.

Next time I do hope you to say Hi

Until then I am no more involved with you then that empty page is to me

Kiba Okami

Stray

No need to lose ones ideas,

Just bring them to reality,

That is what must be done,

To keep this idea from fading back into darkness,

The darkness of the human mind,

Never to be seen in the light of day,

Forgotten and lost,

Almost like a stray,

They search for attention,

They cause disturbances for attention,

Thinking they’re the greatest things to have come into this world,

When in reality they only make problems in this world and become hated by many,

Those whose go to be with a stray will be a stray,

Those who save a stray will keep a stray

Then that stray will be tame, nothing more then a pet

A pet is nothing more then a slave that is shown love

Still people find joy in being a simple pet

Perhaps it’s not that bad

Losing all freedom

In exchange for a simple life

Is it a good trade?

Is it worth losing?

Those thoughts have crossed my mind and now I see

I see that it is nothing more then a petty dream

You’ll be abandoned by most humans for simple things

You’ll lose all your pride, what little you have left

And what’s more you’ll lose yourself to them.

“Them”

The people whom have taken you

Kept you alive in the safety of their home

Fed you whatever they felt you should eat

Contained your sickness and eased your pain

Is it a good trade?

Do you feel like you should be stuck with them till you die?

lavender blood

With a simple life and simple things it seems that this world has no need

Never a thought of what to do and always stumbling upon your own words

Sadly it is not as easy as it should be for no one has noticed the pain in your eyes

Overwhelming pain that cannot be fixed, cannot be healed, cannot be rid of

Although you feel this pain, you still live; still pushing on, just waiting for the time of death

However Death does not come right away to those who wait for it

Death only walks toward you, you and everyone else that still lives

Many try to run from Death and in turn die in more gruesome ways than intended

Those who treat Death as an old friend shall surly end in a peaceful manner

Still it brings much sadness to those whom still live simply wishing to be with loved ones whom have passed away

Unable to keep moving on through the tests of time as they crush, stab and slice at the living as they go on

Simply leaving the fragments of your past to show the new generations what was done and who did it

In no way letting them believe that you didn’t exist, that you were apart of this place, this home

As time went on you still kept hope as you let yourself float off into the world as it consumed you whole

Not allowing you to breath but still you kept your calm, until finally you snapped

Killing any and all who opposed you in your way of peace, even if you had to kill you still felt at peace

Guilty conscience did not bother you as you constantly murdered the innocent minds of the common people

As the hearts of those people become corrupted with hate and revenge, they start to kill as you did

Soon the cycle continues and as it seems that all is calm it really only continues as a mindless cycle of hatred and despise 

Insanity

Blade your in hand,

And gun in the other,

Mind is set to keep its edge,

Not worrying about the lives you will change forever,

You hurt, injure, break, destroy, murder, and do it all over again,

With MY Blade and MY Gun,

I am here to stop you from your rampage of false insanity,

For you give TRUE insanity a bad name.