Some people have seen, others have not,
My words of life that my mind has wrought.
I am from the night, and I am from the day,
In the middle I stand, unknowing what to say.
Look, but do not touch, these webs of speech,
I only hold them out within an arm's reach.
In time I may even tell the poems deep within my soul,
But for now, you'll have to make do without the whole.

Ever reaching for something beyond our grasp,
Our plight holds longer than an everlasting clasp.
As the target hides, just out of sight,
People continue to aim, despite it becoming night.
Flowers will sway in the unceasing gale,
Aiding the travelers who use a true sail.
One doesn't dare to stop, or fall behind,
And so the strings of fate will ever be entwined.
Waiting now, for the chance to go ahead,
Just be careful, and watch what is said.
Haste without waste isn't possible in the plight,
And one cannot go back once one has entered the light.

A mate is someone who is near,
Someone to love and to hold dear,
Someone to encourage you forever more,
Someone to heal your pain and anything sore,
Someone in which you can confide,
Someone from which you will never have to hide,
Someone who will be your eternal light,
Which will shatter even the darkest night.

Stone hearts hidden within us,
True only to the one who is thus.
Sometimes beautiful, even regal,
But some cracked or simply feeble.

Changing as we do, growing evermore,
As unique as us; they are our core.
Reflecting our souls unto ourselves,
Yet hidden in our dusty shelves.

Then, it is what we have to find,
Despite all the blocks of the mind;
For without, the soul is hollow,
Especially without something to follow.

But with the heart, all things are clear,
For the soul is whole, and there is nothing to fear.
But perfection is a hope that is vain,
And trying for it will only bring about pain.

Stone
Not so much cold as it is true,
It simply is
No matter what else is due.
Thus are our hearts, they are what they are,
Despite what others would do by far.

I close my eyes, opening my eyes.
I become deaf only to hear something new.
I lose sense of touch, feeling the grass in the sighs,
The ooo's and ahh's of the wind that isn't true.

But if it isn't true, then why is it so real?
I wander around at a gentle pace,
My feet lightly padding along the grass I feel,
As I dance in the field, with complete grace.

Then a low grrr; the thunder behind,
Looking back across the plain, I can see the storm,
And a warning rings clear, in my mind.
The wind whistles faster, and is no longer warm.

I run away, seeking a safe place.
Soon, I come across an old, stone bridge;
The stone is cold under my feet as I cross with a swift pace.
But I can still hear the rain beyond the ridge.

I come to a stone cathedral; such a good find.
The organ within is playing its soothing sensation,
As I enter, the stone door closing behind,
I see I am alone; the hall is in simple stagnation.

I approach the alter at the end of the hall,
And here I lie, listening to the simple tune:
The sound of the organ's continuous call.
Here I lie, oblivious to all in the noon.

My eyes close, showing me what is in front.
The sound fades, as I hear my name being called.
the feeling of the stone disappears with a simple punt.
I wondered which feeling was real as I stalled.

When the Light doth pierce the Dark,
Some of the realms celebrate,
Rejoicing as their force wins with their mark.
But it is not to be their victory; it is not their fate.

Then as the Darkness smothers the Light,
The other realms rejoice.
But as all realms take to their sight,
They fail to see the influence of Anger's voice.

Unbeknownst to all those who fight,
Victory is not without its price.
As loss adds to Anger's might,
Turning their hearts as cold as ice.

Why must people fight?
These conflicts only hasten the end,
For neither will win; not Darkness or Light,
And the results will be impossible to mend.

In the end, Light and Darkness have equal might,
So in their folly, in their rage,
They will destroy each other, and the entire site,
Ending all things; nothing will be left to age.

Fire, Water, Wind and Earth,
Found even in the darkest hearth.
Lightning, Shadow, Darkness and Light,
All come together to form the plight.
Ice, Wood, Shield and Sword,
All things come of their own accord.

Beginning, End, Time and the Endless,
Even immortals are still restless.
Past, Future, Wave and the Fight,
Forces found even in the darkest night.
Twilight, Destiny and even Destruction,
All leave messages in their instruction.

The Truth, at last, beyond all others' reach,
Despite all those who would attempt to leech.
Hidden, deep beyond all other force,
To find we must leave behind our own remorse.
The Truth exists, perhaps even to those who doubt,
But no one is able to tell what it is about.

Even the Void, in its own emptiness,
Conceals the Truth behind all fruitfulness.
No one can know, but all will guess,
For it is our nature to find and impress.
Found everywhere, yet nowhere at all,
It draws us on, and we heed the call.

To what end is our hidden plight?
We should know, for it is our right.
Yet we can only grasp but a simple glance,
As we move forward through life's dance.
Hidden, unknown, everywhere and nowhere,
Could it be something we should beware?

Within its many faces you can see,
A whole different world that cannot be.
It tempts every soul with its form,
Of course, not if it was as its norm.
It fondles light gently, pointing it back and forth,
It shines brightly, not unlike the true north.
It is often paired with shiny metal as well,
But what it sees, it never will tell.

Pictures, Spirals and worlds beyond belief,
And we can only catch a glimpse in our relief.
We take a shot, of which we can work,
But the rest could slip away, an idea which will lurk.
Now, quick! Write that thought down!
Later we'll decide whether to smile or to frown.
There it is! The world of which you sought.
Now write it down before giving it any single thought.
When we're done, and have our ideas on paper,
It may only look like a collage, but it's something we'll taper.
Work with your ideas and create a rough draft,
But don't edit as you go, for you may lose your raft.

Fading away into the quiet night,
It disappears from our inquiring sight.
Farewell sweet idea, a thought only told,
Only to linger in our minds, for others to unfold.

Gathering in the void with other ideas unknown,
A true source for beginnings, if any of it is shown.
But they're gone now, so we can only sigh,
And remember ones we know, for something else to try.

A beauty unable to be seen during day or night,
It only ever blooms in the true twilight.
At the time of dusk and at the time of dawn,
Its features so subtle it cannot be drawn.
Wounded by darkness yet pierced by the light,
Its plight goes on, beyond any mortal's sight.
Blossoming briefly for such a short time,
A wondrous image causing even life to chime.
Such a pretty flower with such a short life,
Only in twilight is it beyond this strife.
Hidden to us who dwell only in day or night,
This everlasting flower only appears at twilight.

A glimpse of thoughts unspoken aloud,
Or worlds of fantasy reality disallowed.
Forming visions that inspire what we do and say,
Or catastrophes of terror from which we hide away.

Being a window into sights unknown,
We ever question what we have been shown.
What is the meaning, relevant or not,
To that dream we have just been brought?

Beneath the riddling bluntness, especially of the vivid,
Is there a meaning behind those images livid?
Unknown to us, but is that so?
For dreams come from what we know.

A jumbled mess of fragments of the mind,
Take it apart, and what will you find?
Wishes, desires, and even irrelevant thought,
All this and more, from a memory that is not.

Numbness I can not recall ever feeling,
Did I simply fall into the high ceiling?
No, it can't be, for I am on the ground,
But I'm empty; I can't hear my heart pound.

Nothing, I have no emotions at all,
I can't even remember ones I try to recall.
Love, sorrow, happiness or even hate,
They won't come, even if I wait.

How do I get my heart back?
How long ago was it? I lost track.
I only have memories that are vague,
They clutter my mind, not unlike a plague.

I am alone, and anomaly or a mistake,
But could it be I am simply fake?
I am empty, a void so notably.
I am an empty shell, a Nobody!

~Source of inspiration: Nobodies from Kingdom Hearts

Bearing your image and yet not you,
This entity has many things it would like to do.
Hunting you down without any known emotion,
It’s even stronger than you by a large notion.
Then if it’s black aura draws too near,
You’ll have to fight it, even in fear.
But if you succeed, rejoice indeed,
You’re one step closer to something you need.
If you fail, then simply begin anew,
Just remember that fighting it is something to do.
Fight it once and win, then eventually twice,
And you may gain an item that really is nice.
Gaining the Heine’s weapons by chance you may,
And they are powerful weapons to wield any day.
But remember this point above all,
Doppelgangers will respond to any call,
And in many fields they will appear,
There is more than one, so they are a force to fear!

~Source of inspiration: the Doppelganger monsters from .Hack//GU

Long lost scars, never really gone,
A part of us, and lasting for an eon.
Pain washing away, as time flows true,
And allowing us to do what we need to do.
Gather the tears and the hope inside,
Listening, wanting the truth defied.
Lay it aside and let the mind rest,
And use it now for the deed that is best.
Now gather the droplets, the things to know,
Use it for rebirth, allowing new life to grow.
Use what is now to make better tomorrow,
And ensure that life grows, even in the sorrow.