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Sara Buzz Oct 2013
Authors Note- this is something I have never done and this may is just a one time thing, this is a poem I wrote about an anime but taking the persona of a character and writing in her point of view
(I put it in the point of view of Yuno Gasai from Mirai Nikki)

Deus ex machina
god of time and space
why do you ruin my life?
why create a game, survival, pain and strife?
the future is clear but just 10 minutes ahead
make a wrong move and you will end up dead.
what kind of god are you?
merciless and cruel.
watching us amused,
my mind just isn't right
you've made me so confused.
Blood drips from my dart, my ax, my knife,
this isn't what I wanted,
"A more exiting life".

My phone is part of my soul now
the dying defeated take their final bow.
creating the ultimate test
searching, killing all the rest.
First, Second, Third, all the way to twelve,
some going crazy, taking out themselves.

Two of us are left, the love of my life and I,
who is going to strike first?
which one of us will die?
I plunged the dagger deep to my heart
so Yukiteru can live
there's nothing more for me to say or do, I've managed as much as I can give.
final words leave my lips as my soul fades into black,
its ok Yuki, I'll find a way back.

I look at you and close my eyes, a tear runs down my face
thank you sweet death take me away, help me leave this forsaken place.
my body goes limp and you lay me gently on the floor
that one small open wound, it no longer feels sore.
it was always yours, right from the start,
my cold, unbeating, dead, loving heart.

you're god now, nothing can go wrong,
all you need to do for me is pretend to stay strong.
my death was painful but it was quick
like wind blowing out a dancing flaming candle, dousing the wick

blood and guts and brain and gore,
the worst is over, there is no more.
rain falls down and washes away all memories
I remember though as it starts to pour.
I'm gone now my dear, so far away,
I thought we'd meet in the sky but it seems there's no way.

too long I've been gone and its starting up again,
that game I lost, way back then.
you're slowly coming closer to your deathbed,
im not sure its true, but that's what murumuru said.
will we be together? can that dream come true?
or have we both moved on and there is no "me and you".

look love, there we are again,
I stabbed out my heart but on paper with a pen.
there is no real blood, only ink
that is where we met. that's the missing link.
if we'd have never met there would never be a game,
life would go on normally, life would be the same.
friends we could be, but for our future sake that's all,
I don't want to die again.
I must break the space-time wall.
I don't want you to see me fall anymore.
I don't want another dead end.
I don't want to see yours either.
but I cant help these feelings for you,
maybe its best to let fate run its course again in the cycle,
I'll regret it later but that's ok because I was meant to die,
and now the game begins again.

I hope you can forgive me for trapping us like this,
but you don't know anything about that now do you?
let it start for the eighty second time,
I'll keep us going forever.

maybe this will be the time when we can finally go see the stars together,
like I promised you so long ago.
like I promised you that last time I saw us for the first time.
Sara Buzz Jul 2013
On a late chilly night in October
I saw the beams of the moon
A flaming dragonfly slowly flew by me
And landed on a withering pink rose

That rose turned to ash as it waited
Looking at me carefully
Observing my caution with confusion
and took flight rose circling the air

It was so very very blinding, looking like a beautiful star,
Although it was on fire it never noticed
And carried on with its dance so brilliantly

It's burning wings caressed the darkness with passion
Confident and showing no fear
That dragonfly you see is just dying
But it doesn't mind because its happy and free

It dosen't feel any pain or any fire
but the smoke tells it that that its storys different
It tries to rise in the air once again
And you wave it goodbye as it falls

Its life drains out in a hurry, so quickly you barely could see
That this dragonfly, though it was shortlived, had a huge effect on your broken hearts beat
Sara Buzz Jul 2013
the chair sits empty,
gathering dust, alone with no rays of light,
a mouse runs by and nibbles on the leg
slowly the years pass,
unaknowledged, the chair begins to rot
the chair is mostly gone now, memories are keeping it alive.
the house burns down, the chair along with it,
a new house is built
a new chair is placed just  where the other sat.

— The End —