| A poem written for my first love. |
| A poem written for my first love. |


A Night of Broken GlassA Night of Broken GlassA Night of Broken Glass
Nowhere is where I go.
No one is what I see. Nobody is who I am.
Where a leafless tree grows,
An empty river flows;
And where an empty river may go The eyes of ravens surely follow.
If weeping is not to be heard, Why do I hear it? If tears are not to be shed, Why do I shed them? If sadness is not to be felt,
Why must I feel it?
Poison that tastes of blood, And blood that tastes of poison. A night not of stars,
But of broken glass
She delights me with her smile,
But


Dance Upon the Moon7.7.09Dance Upon the Moon
Yesterday we grew tired of the Sun.
Ignoring the harvests he once gave,
We yearned for rain.
Today the clouds have gathered,
Veiling our Sun,
Leaving us only to long for him again.
Forever we shall remember the sunset, For he lets us
Dance upon the Moon.


The Last Day of Winter19 March 2009 The Last Day of WinterThe Last Day of Winter
Today the snow stops. The clouds have come, Yet now they go.
From the window, I see the white landscape And I hear the wind.
As the wind continues its ballad, It shifts the white horizon, And in the skies Fly the doves.
A crooked flight I see,
Yet a steady song I hear.
Yes, today it stops, But it will start another year.


Agony and Despair08. 03. 09Agony and Despair
苦しみと絶望
Closer they inch toward me. Agony and Despair, They seduce me with their stares. Into my eyes they whisper, Succumb
Succumb So I open the gates.
Around the sanctuary They congregate.
The light dims, And it is pierced.
Deeper and deeper they delve, To the confines known by none.
My iron will sits there. It tarnishes in the merciless rain. It endures,
But my heart cannot.
These clouds subside, &nbs
| Please be patient with my progress. More is on the way! Thank you. |
michael

Eternal LoveEternal LoveEternal Love
When I'm with you, Nothing else seems to matter.
But there comes a day when we must separate.
I say to myself, It's okay, I will see you soon.
However, The days turn into weeks, The weeks drag on to months.
I wonder, Do you really exist? Or was I dreaming- dreaming the whole time.
I wish for you, For you to be here, Here with me. I long to hear your voice. I pray to see your smile. I beg to feel your care.
I won't hurt myself anymore. A hard wall- hard as steel, &
| I need not say much as my Art shows you whom I am. Since the seventh grade, it has been my ambition to become a successful manga-ka. As of now, I have about 3 sketchbook filled with ideas and my characters, and aspire to see them one day published and mass produced for all to enjoy. My art, as mentioned above, consists of manga. However, I also tend to write poetry. Although, I have no real goals for my poetry, I write them to express myself and for the satisfaction of my watchers. Unlike what I submit, my taste for Art is quite large. I truly love photography--or as I call it-- the art of capturing Time. For the most part, I tend to favor traditional art over technologically enhanced pictures. However, this does not mean I am oblivious of the effort and passion put into these pieces. Other than the art I submit, I play Go, a game where creativity often brings about victory. Furthermore, I have great interest in the Music field of Art. If you ever meet me in person, chances are I am wearing headphones. Currently, I am teaching myself how to play piano using a keyboard, the Internet, and dedication. Hope you have learned something new about Shinato-Kawasaki. As always, your time viewing my work is greatly appreciated. Thank you. ~しなと |
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