Hi, of all the things in Fanfiction.net, i don't like to put something in my profile. But, it is even worse to let it empty, don't you think?

Something about me: I'm a weird person no matter how people say how cute, how friendly and how normal i am. I have a weird way of thinking, a reason why most of my stories are like that. My favourite genres of book would be mystery, psychological, historical conflict and all other serious stuff. (Yes, romance kills me). Almost as typical as anybody else, the things i like to do most in my daily boring life are reading, reading, reading, writing and sketching. You can check my blog for other weird stories i have written, but i would like to apologize in advance since it was not updated for a long time (http:///).

Here's some reader's gift for all of you... ^_^

The Failed Looker

Call me not a Shakespeare

For I am not He

That formed those twisted words

Beyond the lives of many

Oh, how much I adore the lines

Of those sightful lookers

That twist and flow and sing and I

But one of those lovers

Ask me not what they mean

The twisted hymns that fly and fall

I’m not the saint of words

Who knows them all or not at all

Oh, through the glance of yours

You do abhor;

The insult on the breeze of my failures

Yet still my sight you do encore

Why ask you my sight

As if I am a foolish looker

My views are not as bright

As true as the witty mocker

I cannot find the key to my world

Of words of literature-toast

Now, my grave lies at the very gate

Which I used to travel most

My words are lost, their words are lost

My words are lost and theirs as well

Life’s a scattering poem

That people always face and see

If you realize and think

You, yourself a looker be

Seek me not on lines, on words on hymns

My affection goes on its trodden trek

Now, I’ve lost the key to my world

And I can’t find my own words back.

Fermata

All is mute as music fled in shame

And dreams, and time, and love

halted all the same

When reality ceases, memories start to fly

Forever fleeting

high above the sky

The instance lingers like a barren hole

And the heart waits

To be filled awhole

Will you dance with me in this fermata?

Even in the heels

of the advancing armada?

Will you stay with me forever more

In the lulled fleets of time

That move no more?

Give me your hand, give me your heart

In a brief fermata

Never be pulled apart

By and by the lute starts to sing

A sign of the sweet

Fermata fading

But, love, will you dance with me in this moment?

Even the time will start to move

In sharp unbearable torments

The halt revives as the music in scores regain

In reality we fling

When shall we meet again?

Memories in the rain

Memories,

Flooded through my mind

Trickling down

Like raindrops

Words,

Flowed through my tongue

Falling

As swift as tears

Promises

Slipped through my heart

Rushing

Like an endless river

Moments,

Flashed in my eyes,

Beaming

As the lightening in the sky

Secrets

Chimed in my ears,

Hissing,

Like the falling rain

You,

Were closed by my side,

Smiling,

And drenched in the rain.