User:Broken

Introduction
I am Broken. I am here for a reason. I put my poems here. Please comment on them.

I enjoy manga, be it shōjo or shonen, and have read Fruits Basket, Hunter × Hunter, Ranama 1/2, Rurouni Kenshin, Basara, DNAngel and many other books. My favorite manga by far is Inu-Yasha, a series that have grown to love.

Recent news
I have created an account at deviantART. You can view my submissions here

Contributions
I have made many edits, but most of them are just grammer and spelling. I hope to contribute to the poetry article, although it is of such high quality that I don't have anything to contribute. I also police the poetry sandbox and helped to implement the voting system that allows poems to be honored or deleted.

My first article will doubtless be on a manga, such as Flower of the deep sleep, PhD(Phantasy Degree), or another brand new manga. I may also write an article on the subject of female wrestling, its impact, its supporters, its critics, and related laws. If you have information relating to my planned article, such as its existence already, please leave a note on my talk page.

Poems
If you would like to put some of your own poems in a place where others can see them, please go to the poetry section of the sandbox or here. If you put poems on the poetry page, you may notice how many poems there are that are not of as high quality as one would wish, and also that there are poems that strike you as brilliant and should be honored somehow. You can vote to honor or delete poems as you wish.

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You don’t know me—you never will Look inside for your deepest hell Find the battle of the flame and fire The same & different against the darkness & liars Bottled inside this is what fuels us But watch too closely & watch it turn to dust Like the mist as you breath upon a window Against the inside your mask is just a symbol Now you know that you do not know So remember this and watch me grow

Another mask to hide my face I’m still at the starting line in the human race This is not for help a plea You don’t know me—don’t rescue me.

Masks
I hide beneth these masks They are all I can see in the mirror They are part of me They are who I am.

Took our rights away
We took our rights away, Saved them for a rainy day. We took our right, To keep our rights, We took our rights away.

But now the sky looks clear, Like rain was never even here, Our rights are gone, But for how long? And now the sky looks clear.

Not all alone
Draw heat from the fact that we are not all alone We must warm ourselves within the warmth of love The world is too cold for you to stay out alone Come, share your soul with mine and we’ll brave the storm together Keeping each other warm with the warmth of our love On the freezing cold day on which we celebrate getting cozy On the fourteenth day of the second month of the fifth year after two towers fell A day named after a saint preaching love and enlightenment A day to cozy up and get to know everyone around you And to forever remember that you are loved, and always will be, That you are a valued person whom others care for Others who will show you by giving you a card with a heart A card that may simply say, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” Draw heat from the fact that we are not all alone. Bask in the heat of all of our love.

Rose
A single tear rolled down his pale face and he tastes it, bitter sweet melting on his tongue, as he struggles against the weeping within.

He held a rose, bright against his pale, grief stricken face and black suit, the only spot of color, yet it belonged there, contrasting with the greyness of the rain, the sorrowed faces, the solemn silence.



The rose suddenly became a symbol for all she meant to him; her bright colorful personality had brought life to the mellow, drab life he would now return to.

But he could not think of her, he somehow could not, he must think of the rose, the rose, the single rose, pale moonlight as pale as his tear streaked face, giving it an eerie glow as he fought not to think of her luminous face, he must think of the rose …

Grey is the sky above, rain pounded down all around him, unaware of his struggle with himself, pattering on the umbrella, an unknown accompaniment to his tears.

Who?
Who am I? I, who stands before myself in the mirror, Glistining, naked in the moonlight. Clothed like the day I was born, In only my smooth skin.

Here I stand before myself, Defenseless, And yet still, I know not who I am.

When all my masks are stripped away, I still cannot see. I am lost, somewhere inside My soul is hiding from me.

Who are you? Do you know? I don't know either

Can you help? Someone, anyone? Tears shine in my eyes as I plead, Beg for something, anything, Anything to hold on to.

I shake my head And turn away from the mirror. It cannot help me And neither can you.

No one can help me. I am not helpless, Just beyond help.

Beyond hope. Beyond hope of seeing who I really am.

I have given up forever.

I (I am)
I am on a road to nowhere I am running as fast as I can. I seek to find someone to help me I seek for nothing; no one can.

I am floating on a raft I am not within sight of land I cannot see through the clear water I cannot see even my own hand.

I am unable to see myself I am not looking anymore. I run away from my reflection I run away from the blood and gore

I am looking at my hands I am seeing only blood. I scream at the pain I feel I scream but my mouth fills with mud.

I am screaming at myself I am screaming at the world. I die wanting to go away I die but a little girl.br>

All I want
All I want is to know myself All I want is you to go away. All I want is to know what's missing All I want is you to stay. -->