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Endearing Kita Umocka wasn't always the most noticeable of ninja. By far, she was the one most overlooked within her unit. But even so, there was something that generated a small spark of interest in a select few. They would quest for the reason, stopping and asking anyone who was familiar with the brunette what it was that drew them to her. They were never disappointed.
If they asked her father's family, they would immediately point out her flare. Fashion was far from Kita's forte but her tomboyish style paired with her rough and motherly nature was a force that drove people to recognize the girl and not the clothes. In a society of the vain and the fashion conscious, she was a new and deadly visitor that was, uncommonly, treated with respect.
Most of her mother's family would deny Kita possessing any charm, but her brother Hiro would be sure that the questioner viewed Kita's smile. Kita made her smile her own, toothy and contagious and quirky. It wasn't pretty, but it was just so her that
Life's Little Rock OutSing this beat
sing it true
with voice ringing out
to all who can hear you.
Don't hold back your smile
let it shine.
Work out your body
flash a peace sign.
Do what makes sense
and do what feels right.
This beat is your own
the words the ones you chose to write.
So sing and dance
just feel at peace
and rock out forever.
Could you?Who am I exactly?
Could you even begin to know
just the simplest things about me,
like that I hate the snow?
Could you name my favorite fruit,
I'll give you a hint, it's round and red.
Or is that too hard for you,
with that little bitty head?
Do you even know my birthday?
It's so easy to remember!
How could you forget?
It's the last day of September!
And to think you used to whisper
that you loved me in my ear.
Obviously you didn't mean it,
so I can't begin to shed a tear.
I'm better off without you,
that's what I tell myself.
And I'm sure to warn your new girl
about your "forgetful" self.
An Old Man's Winter TuneA sad tune for a last lonely winter
that touches an old man's heart.
He doesn't have much time to live
but doesn't let his feelings fall apart.
He can't control every breath,
and he can't help feeling alone.
But he can stop reflecting on
the things that he has done wrong.
The tune filters in from the night,
and settles at his chest.
It brings an inner sadness but still,
he finds it brings him bliss.
He listens intently and adds onto the ever changing beat
And when he finishes, he slumps over
and dies peacefully in his seat.
Songs and BeatsFast rhythm of a heart
the slower beating of a thumb
a pace set for the world
that is known to everyone
A song sung to a lonely bird
that has yet to leave for winter
a song that has no specific tune
that never leaves a listener bitter.
A single line to be spoken
in this never ending song
but no one seems to find these words
until their loved ones gone.
That one statement no one wants to hear
Gets thrown from all sides, goes from ear to ear.
People nitpicking, gabbing about what they feel they see,
When the range of their eyesight ends at me.
I'm not in the norm, nor am I in the strange.
I'm just hanging about, not sane not deranged.
Just stuck in the middle, not quite there, not quite here,
While I listen to their gabbing with my mind and my ears.
I don't talk much to others, and I don't quite play nice,
But at the same time, I don't need to be held down in a vice.
I keep my opinions to myself, hold them deep down within,
When no one notices you, it's better to keep it in.
But when that one person, just looks, just looks for a moment
It leaves an explosion, a need to let your feelings vent,
to let people see, what it is, that makes you unique
Weather they hate it or love, that doesn't matter to me
If you speak up today, the blind can finally be able to see.
Not the oneThe beating of his heart,
Through his cotton shirt,
Keeps me still in the night
And though I can't tie him down,
(Thats not what I'm aiming for)
I know I can't leave him alone.
I'm only his "friend," is what he says,
When I see him with another girl.
And it hurts so much, but I just let it go,
I set myself up for this heart ache,
(I knew what was happening)
And though I understand
That I'll never be "The one"
I can't give up this hope,
Not even for a second.
Don't look at me strangely.
If you've ever been in love,
Than you know what I'm talking 'bout.
I can't make him happy, but I try anyways
With a perky smile, and go lucky attitude,
I just might win this one-sided fight.
System FailureSYSTEM FAILURE
Don't you just hate it?
When the world crashes down on you?
When nothing can be saved, all is destroyed?
The world doesn't care; it just crashes and loses,
All of the hard work that you put into it.
There is no save button, no way to undo the past.
But we try to fix our mistakes, and try to get around our history,
Try to make up for all the things we did wrong.
Sometimes we can get back what we lost,
We rejoice, we cry and we scream!
But that can't always happen, no not in this world
And when it doesn't we can lose our sanity
System failure, bites us in the ass,
It taunts us until we break down.
It mocks us, and rejects us, tears us apart!
System failure just breaks us down,
But in the end it can make a person stronger.
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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