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My Mask

Another day, another life,
Why can't I stop the sharp, sharp knife?
I need to feel human; I need to feel pain,
It's the only thing keeping me oh so sane.

Blood drops to the floor, a nice rich red,
I revel in the feeling, my arm still bled.
I make no move to stop, it feels too nice,
A knock at the door, my blood turns to ice.

I silently curse, and mop the bloody floor,
I hear the whine of the opening door.
I quickly hide the blade, and pull down my sleeve,
I instantly heal, and I'm pretty relieved.

"Coming!" I call out, donning my mask,
I hated it, but it was a needed task,
To make sure no one knew of my pain,
My mask kept me safe, again and again.

I enter the kitchen, and see Emotionless there,
We work together well, we make a good pair.
He smiles and waves, I instinctively knew,
The smile was fake, he was relatively new.

"Hey Emotionless, what brings you here?" I loudly ask,
I had to keep up my life saving mask.
He studies me with dark, dark eyes,
I sense the beginnings of an obvious lie.

"Old Lady Baachan has a mission for you," He replies,
My mask urges me to cheer, and I comply.
A chance to escape the pain, I'll gladly go,
But why I have a bad feeling, I'll never know.

"I'll meet you there, Emotionless." I say, and usher him out the door,
He looks kind of reluctant, and I push a little more.
He leaves, and in comes the undeniable dread,
That makes me feel even more lifelessly dead.

Knowing my time was near, don't ask me how,
I take out my journal, on it, a big brown cow.
It was my favorite animal, it made creamy milk,
That goes down my throat smoothly, like satin or silk.

Hurriedly, I write what I knew was my last,
I glanced at the clock and realized fifteen minutes had past.
I left my journal out and went on my way,
Furball thought of an excuse, which I refuse to say.

A scream fills the air; an explosion rocks the ground,
I struggle to block the god awful sound.
The screams continue, they cannot be stopped,
It's like a volcano is about to erupt.

I needed to find Old Lady Baachan, she needs my help,
Against the invaders, pathetic little whelps.
She's fighting against the Hebi-Teme, I sneer,
The Hebi-Teme's defeat is so very near.

"Oi, Hebi-Teme! You die today!" I yell,
He looked annoyed, that much I could tell.
Old Lady Baachan looks peeved as well,
Now I was here to give him hell.

She nods to me, and leaves the scene, I nod back,
I am confused at the shinobi he seems to lack.
He smirks, and sneers, and doubts, and frowns,
He doesn't think I could seriously take him down.

It was a good fight, tiring, bloody, and long,
We both take a breather and resume our song,
Slash, cut, punch, bruise, kick, scream, and lash,
Down he goes with a well placed smash.

I walk calmly up to his body, prone,
Mangled, and bloody against the hard, cold stone.
I raise my kunai above his heart, beating, beating, beating,
In his eyes something akin to obvious pleading.

My eyes grow cold, my body tense,
Hebi-Teme's execution is about to commence.
In this final moment, I slightly hesitate,
That moment is his to greedily take.

My eyes flash red, and he is scared, you see,
He opens his mouth and summons Kusanagi.
He shoots up, and I shoot down,
We impale each other, with only a grunting sound.

He looks shocked, and his chest stops moving,
I shut my eyes, and I hear a melody, soothing.
Cherry Blossom comes up to me, and begins to cry,
I open my eyes, and asked her softly, "Why?"

She bops me softly and quickly replies,
"You're my best friend, please don't die."
I smiles softly, and I murmur in a voice soft,
"I'm sorry, but they are here, to take me aloft."

She only cries harder, and my breathing slows,
She tries her hardest to make my breathing grow.
"Let me go, Cherry Blossom, I need to be free,
Free from the chains that bound me to the tree."

She shakes her head, and tries again,
To free me from my unending pain.
I tell her to seek out the little brown book,
At my apartment is where she should look.

By then, everyone else is here, and I smile,
My truest and most genuine one in a while.
After that, I am lifted, and now I am free,
From the chains that bound me to the everlasting tree.

After I leave, I watch from above,
As my Village rebuilt with kindness and love.
I watch my funeral, and tears stream down my face,
All of Konoha is there, and their honoring my fate.

I got what I wanted; I got what I craved,
I got the respect from the Village I gladly saved.
The thing I wanted most, I finally have,
I have achieved the dreams so little have had.

And now, finally,
I am free…

Another Naruto poem.

Mother's Day

With a basket, I walk down the well worn road,
Mine eyes lay upon a man, heaving a heavy load.
Pity swelled in my heart as I fled down the trail,
To help out the old man who looked terribly frail.

“Let me help you,” I say. “To carry such a pack,
Let me take the heavy burden off your back.”
He looks to me with a mischievous glint,
And in his hand a leaf of spearmint.

“And who are you, Little One?” He asks in a delighted tone,
“Surely you aren't here to hear an old man drone.”
I stare at his face in disbelief,
His face was as smooth as a freshly picked leaf.

“I'm terribly sorry, dear sir,” I manage to say,
And then I curtsy in an adorable way.
“You are carrying such a heavy bag.”
And it was true, for he began to sag.

“I cannot share this burden, it is mine alone,”
He replies in a sad, but oddly kind tone.
“If you want, join me down this trail,
For my mission is important, and I must not fail.”

A warm smile appeared on his handsome face,
And then he set off at a smooth set pace.
I blink, and blink, and blinked again,
Before the ground became wet with rain.

“Do you have a family?” I ask when I caught up to him.
“I have to tend to my siblings every woe and whim.”
He chuckled light-heartedly at what I said,
“Nay, Child. My family is long since dead.”

I almost stop the brisk pace I set before,
One question turning into many more.
“Worry not, Little One, for you see,
They will forever live in my memory.”

I nod and smile a small smile,
As we walk down the road, mile after mile.
I knew what he said was true,
For my grandmother lived in my heart, too.

Soon we same to a fork in the trail,
And I remember the mission he must not fail.
One road was well worn and easy to use,
The other was overgrown and I began to muse.

“Which road will you take?” Asked the heavy laden guy,
I stop for a moment and he passes me by.
He goes down the overgrown road with ease,
“You can join me, if you do so please.”

I smile again and follow behind,
I'm the company he doesn't seem to mind.
After a while, he stops beside a stone,
A grave, out here all alone.

“Do you know what today is?
It is Mothers Day, whom I sorely miss.
You should prepare something for your mother,
The one you should love and cherish is her.”

He turns to me and says in a voice, loud,
“Wake up! And make your mother proud!”
I'm jolted away from the smiling man,
To in front of my mom, with a giant pan.

“Geez, Child, do you want eggs or not?”
I see the stove with a boiling pot.
I jump up and hug her tightly, saying,
“Dear mother, the eggs are mine to be making.”

I grab the pan from her hand with a smile,
“I need to brush up; I haven't cooked in a while.”
I knew she wouldn't have it any other way,
“Oh yeah, and before I forget, Happy Mothers Day!”

I wrote this for my mom for Mother's Day, nearly made her cry.

I Will…

I will be your guide, your closest friend,
Someone you trust, one who can mend.
Your only companion, your loving kin,
No need to worry, I will do you no sin.

I will quench your thirst, and keep it at bay,
I will throw your belching hunger away.
Your sadness, anger, and loneliness, twined,
We will move on, and leave them behind.

I will always love you, it is too true,
Think about me when you are feeling blue.
I need to see it again; it’s been a long while,
I fell in love with your dazzling smile.

With angelic wings, we freely soar,
Through the heavens, forevermore.
In your heart, I shall stay, ageless and wise,
With you forever, I tell you no lies.

Poem for my mom for Christmas.