Hwello ;3! My mind SCREAMED for unstructured sentences as I reached for a permanent sharpie. Also I wanted to exercise my mind while watching the tube. :D
SO excuse the lameness homies, I'll be busting out something else around holiday time, or after my season's done with yo!
Thanks for still checking me out! (:
Hmmm to come up with titles at night...ehhh probably unsuccessful at the moment. :p

pairing: nejitenten
theme: poetry/empathy
disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, everrrr…I'm so not awesome.

Romance for the Lost Cause(?)

Loneliness brings coldness to the heart
when everything becomes
empty.

Easier said then to outpour,
To form words that no one
can apprehend.

Yet, the two separates sit around
in the calmness of nature.

They sat to exchange conversation, at first
A soft whisper, then a ramble…
then a pause.

It was tiresome, but necessary.
A cascade of unforgettable sentences, coupled with a few
sighs.

Moon-like eyes flicker in the dark, but features
stay harsh like an adult.

The bridge of her nose is carnation now—fingers curl against
her bare arms.

Auburn eyes sees the potential of the
Shadows in The forest,
the dimension of depth- a lost
existence of silence- a peaceful breath of air.

Thoughts a washed when
he towers over
her
like a guardian;
Time couldn't offer it's full guarantee that she hoped.
Her eyes dared to wake.

The prodigy walked steadily out the woods,
He was quiet, and serious, and everything
She wasn't.

In suit, she lagged behind, photographing
his back—his stallion hair—his

Teeth sunk into her crusty lips;
she could taste:

jitters.

Easily distracted by such a man…
she depicts her house, lonely and empty to mock
…Her life.

He briefly nods at her, then sadness
overcomes her…

Fingers numb like the state of her mind.
That strange feeling never fluttered away
in her stomach, or the vivid red
organ that keeps her alive.

Carefully, the curious brunette clasped
Her palms on his sturdy
elbows.

One shy action; Enough to confuse
Their young minds.

He does not stumble, she does not fall.

Tomorrow the Hyuga will be
there—at the grounds to
Perfect
his
Attacks.

The orphan does not suppress
His conservative views,
nor forces to interpose
His power to better himself.

Then he will question.
and She will answer like a spoken comrade.

In presence,
They are a replica of one another:
Tarnished eyes
An unhealthy conscience
Two quizzical emotions.

But life's too short to keep secrets…
So cue in the prompt rambling of
A blemished
Heart.

He doesn't voice, he doesn't stare into
those unforgivable eyes of
Hollowed Love.

And with a closed heart and an opened mind—
She will wait with patience,
once he seeks for
something
but
loneliness.

IDK MY BFF SHARPIE?
Seriously, this took flippin' forevahhh, plus I take longer staring on the screen and my eyes bleed from looking a long ass time.
Bleehhh, nothing really makes scene when sharpie fumes seep through the depth of my nostrils!!
D: I only liked the first half...then i just when loopy with it. --
Thanks for stopping by, and if I got your hopes up with any major updates…(I'm sorry). D:
-gasp- I should finish other things…TT

Peace. Love. & Harmony.
tennisxdork

HAPPY WEEKEND.