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No Plagarism! passing other people's work off as your own is not only hurting the original writer, but you as well. So don't do it. *scary face*

EDIT: please do not post your work in this announcement (gaarasgirl already did, so she set an example sweatdrop ) I think it will be easyer to comment if it is posted in its own topic IN THIS SUBFORUM.

yes, you can post your emo poem

I can see why Oni calle dit an emo poem. but, it is very good! could you post it in its own topic?

Ok thanks for saying that you would read this, Natalie, Nobady will give me a strait answer on it so yeah. Oh and it's a sasori story (big shock huh? lol)

so here it is;

Name: Poison.

Her View:
Walking, it was harder with him not there anymore. It was all I could do to delay thinking of him, and even that didn’t work, not completely anyway. A few thoughts still escaped from the barrier I had made, into my mind and it drove me mad. Why? Why did he have to go? Right when I had started to get close to him. Right when I had started to be open with him. Sure he never said that he would never leave but, it still hurt. Akasuna no Sasori, he had been my best friend, my only friend. Akasuna no Sasori, he wasn’t the best liked person in the village but neither was I, but he was still my friend. The fact that he had left had come as a huge shock to me. Why? Why wouldn’t he tell me? Did he think he couldn’t trust me? Did he think I would rat him out? The bigger shock was that I had been on a mission when he had assonated the second Kazekage. Maybe he had planned it that way. Maybe he hadn’t noticed my absence. Who knows, what’s done is done. There’s no way back, no way to go back in time to the days when he was still there, and just when I had realized. Akasuna no Sasori, My best Friend, my only Friend, And my first love. Suddenly somewhere along the way I had realized I loved him. And now I would never know if he felt the same. Never again would I see the handsome red headed puppet master. Never again would I see the Boys’ adorable smile, never again would I make a joke and hear his laugh. Never, it seamed like a long time. Never, why never? Would I ever see him again? Who knows … who even cares? There were people that hated him. They must have been happy that he left, but not me. No now there was an empty hole inside me, right where my heart should be. It hurt to think of him, but I would gladly take the pain just to remember the happy times. Just to give a faint smile again. Ever sense he had left I had not smiled, not really it was always a half grin or a smirk. Never a true smile, I wasn’t even sure I knew what a smile was anymore, it had been so long. Two months. Two months I’ve gone without him. Him. He was always in my thoughts. Always haunting my dreams, there was never a moment I didn’t think of him. Even in battle when it was deadly to think of anything but your opponent. Akasuna no Sasori the red headed ninja puppet master whom I was madly in love with. A number of times I had almost lost my life. A number of times I had wished it to be so. Though I could never commit suicide I wished I could die, life without him was just so hard. Losing him hurt more than dying, more than squeezing lemon juice on a fresh wound, Sending burning poison coercing through my system. Yes that’s what it was Poison. Poison that was set in to destroy me the moment I met him slowly working it’s way to my heart and as soon as it got there, BAM! It hit, consuming every bit of me, crushing me, causing me to crave him. But he wasn’t there the craving only started after he left. The last words he had said to me were ‘Thank you, for everything.’ After which he gave his cute half crooked smile, and walked into the night silently. I hadn’t understood what he had meant until it was too late. The next day had been the day that he had committed the murder while I was gone when I had come back he was gone. The First week had been the hardest; I had cried the whole time. Now I understood why the Anbu elite weren’t to get too close to people, it hurt too much when they were gone and I couldn’t concentrate. A week: seven days of crying. Just once more, let me see him once more. That’s all I ask. I thought to my self.


Wow it's shorter on here than it is on word lol so yeah.

so what did you think? did you like it? was it too much? what?

no it's fine; Constructive Criticism(sp?) i say. Thank you so much! I'll try to put it in Pharagraphs. But thanks again.

lol Micheal Jackson
and I have to say that is a bit true (not trying to be mean)