One Rain-drop Raises the~sea~//[Ambrose/open]

[k!ah]

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Thought you'd change the weather
Start a little storm
Make a little rain

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The sun sank down below the tree tops taking away the warmth of the sun’s rays. Oranges and reds, fading into magnificent blues, purples and pinks. My eyes scan the sky taking in the beauty in which has painted the sky. Mesmerised by the colors and the way they seemed to dance elegantly across the sky, as though they had no care in the world. Generally I wouldn’t stop to gaze at the sky and the beauty that it shed. Generally I would scowl and walk away, jealous at it freedom, its beauty… but today was different. I wasn’t sure why, but it was. The colours, they seem to jump out at me,

daring me to walk away, daring me to ignore them. They seemed to smile at me with cocky smiles, knowing that if it was my choice that I would walk away.

Slowly I bring the bottle to my mouth, letting the fiery liquid slide down my throat, leaving a burning hot trail. I smile as I let the liquid work through my system, warming me from the inside out. I wasn’t an alcoholic, but sometime I just needed to have a drink… Sometimes I just needed to let my old self go, let the memory’s that person held go, and just be free, even if it was just for a few hours. My lips meet the bottle one more time, taking a big gulp of the flames, letting it slide down my throat, again, leaving the fiery burn, the burn that I craved, saving me form the memories that haunted my minds, hiding in all the corners of my brain, waiting till I was at my weakest.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/color]

But I'm gonna do one better hide the sun until you pray

I'm a tornado looking for a soul to take[/i][/center]

I pull the bottle away from my lips, wiping the back of my hand across my face.

[/color]“I need a life,” I mumble to myself placing the bottle of fiery liquid in the sand next to. I take a moment to glance up into the sky; it resembled the ocean, dark and peaceful. Picking up my shoes from next to me, I make my way out of the sand, which clung to my pants and shirt for dear life. Finally I reached the pavement which marked the end of the sand, and dusted myself lightly, flinging sand in all directions. It took me a moment to realise that I had left my bottle buried in the sand.

I blinked, but decided that I would just leave it there continuing my way toward the centre of District 4. As I walked I let my thoughts take me over, I let them invade my mind. They took me back a couple months ago, when I had just really begun to find out who I really was. Back to when the real me, made its way to the surface…

I remember how the people I used to call my friends suddenly seemed o fake so wrong. I remember the times they had pushed me around. They had used me, and I had let them. I had been gullible, I had been naive, and only longed to be popular. Oh boy had I changed. A gruff chuckle escapes my lips, filled the night air with the sound of my short laughter. Now when I look at those people I see fear in their eyes. I see them cower slightly as I walk pass them. “Hmmmm” I sigh, I had shown them, them all… now they wouldn’t dare cross me. I was not that boy anymore. I was not they boy who was dependent on others, I had lost that need. I was independent; I relied on myself and myself only.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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You're gonna see me coming by the selfish things that you did

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I'm gonna leave you guessin' how this funnel is gonna hit
I'm a tornado looking for a man to break[/center][/i][/color]

My thoughts swim around in my head, reminding me of the person that I used to be, reminding me on the times that I had tried to forget. I was not the person to live my life from the past. Not anymore. The past made me the person am today, and I was not looking back… My feet scraped along the cement ground, bringing myself out of my stupor and back into the present.

The buildings around me seem to hug me sheltering me from the cool breeze that had started blowing in the lower part of town. I continue walking the building sheltering as I make my way down the street.

I was not that person, I left that person behind as soon as my parents walked out of my life.
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Yeah, I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around

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Toss it in the air and put it in the ground
Make sure you're never found[/size][/i][/center][/color]

[Lukas Kage]

Night had slowly befallen the district, and almost no one had noticed how stealthy it stole into the day, except for a young boy who had cautiously kept an eye on the weather nearly all day. There had been a chill in the air, and the boy, having not worn his shirt, was among the first to notice it. Despite the sky being so clear, he felt that it was going to rain. Usually, when there was a cool breeze on a warm day, it meant that falling water would soon follow. Because he was always awed by the approaching storm near the shore above the horizon, with the beautiful clouds forming and the waves threshing under strong winds, he made haste for the beach.

However, his trek was cut short upon the sight of an older male figure moving towards him on the beaten path. In the boy's innocent eyes, the young man looked like a bothered soul, almost like someone suffering from mild depression. Knowing depression and its wrath, having witnessed it attacking his mother more than enough, he grew concerned for the young man. Abandoning the desire to watch the brewing storm, he turned and tried to catch up with the teenager. Immediately speaking in his native tongue, he asked if the young man was alright. “Ciao, stai bene, Signore? Qualcosa che probabilmente potrei fare per te?” Realizing his common mistake, he tried again speaking in broken English, “You okay? I play with you, you smile again?”

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[k!ah]

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I've been waiting for too long,
Staring at the sun
Waiting for the night to come,
So I can get things done

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My footsteps echoed on the cold wall, reminding me how alone I was. Yes I was happy with my new life. I was happy with this new leaf that had begun to grow on my tree. This was the leaf that symbolised the beginning of a new life, and even though it was new and one of the smallest, it was the strongest, it had the power of blow away all the other leaves that had taken many years to grow in this tree, this tree of my life. This leaf was like the seed to a new beginning, growing by the day,

until it will be the last leaf on the tree.

Life is a never ending cycle, something that continues to the day that you take your last breath. Some take their last breath before others, younger, innocent and even in their youth… The end of a life can sometimes be unpredictable, other times predictable… It is like a clock, tick tock tick tock, the hands move around the clocks face, tick tock tick tock, and you go about your life, wake up, get dressed, got you work/school, go home go to bed, tick tock tick tock, then the cycle begins again… But a clock can suddenly freeze, tick to- then so does your life, you clock has run out of battery, your life as breathed it’s last breath...

So why am I rambling on about clock, about life, death, you may ask. My clock ended months ago. It took its final strike, but unlike others, I revived it I redesigned it, and turned it into something different, starting a new life. I know I have bragged about how happy I am to have changed but really.. deep down I am alone. When I was a nobody, people paid attention to me, but now, people avoid me, I am a bad person. Someone who has changed from being an angle, with a golden halo, to being a devils side kick- maybe even the devil himself.

That kid who used to do everything he was told, who would never hurt a fly. Has stolen, has hurt, maybe sometime in the near future he may even be someone who will put a stop to someone’sclock…

I pull myself away from those thoughts, I have never been able to see myself as a killer, but someday I may snap. I have a delicate temper. one that has been tamper with, by the hands of people that you are meant to trust. I had been patient my whole life, but my patients was now walking on thin ice, something that may crack shatter very easily. Just one wrong word could send me into insanity.

I could hear the distant crashes of the waves and for a moment I was remembered the bottle that still lay in the sand. I wish I had went back to get it. I imagined the fiery liquid sliding down my throat, the way it had taken away the thoughts and memories that I hadn’t wanted to think about. I remember the way the liquid seemed to fill my limbs with warmth, and turn my brain, thoughts and memories foggy, and distorted.

I sigh to myself before I continue down the path, my eyes catch movement and my gaze is turned towards a kid. He was walking towards me. Great, I thought, Just what I want… I kid to spend the night with, a pestering child. I hated children. They reminded me of how weak I was. I child was vulnerable to many things. They are weak and naive. Not knowing any better, not having experiences much of life and the cruel things it chucked at you, expecting you to overcome them with a smile painted on your reluctant features.

The kid caught up to me, I was about to tell him to go away, when he started to rambling onto me in a language I had never heard, probably something the lonely child had made up to entertain himself Then he seemed to realise that he had spoken some other earthly language and tried to correct himself.

“You okay? I play with you, you smile again?” He said. His words were slightly muddled, and I tried not to walk away right there and then, leaving the child in his little humiliation.Try to be nice, Jev, just try. With reluctance I looked down at the child, I painted a small smile on my lips.

“Umm… Yeah I’m fine, err, Thanks” I say rather awkwardly. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do it. I was just not this person. Not anymore, it was not in my nature to talk to a child. I was a bully, a flirt, a badass, and liar. Not this. “No bro, I don’t play with you then smile… You know you should probably go home. Night is not a place for a child to be out. The night is a dangerous place.” I say, my eyes darken, my features relax slightly. The night time was my place. I was danger. At night I felt at ease. At night I was the monster that you should be hiding from. Darkness is something that is dreaded among most children, It is a childhood fear. Something that you should hide form. And I? I was an example of why children feared the night.

“Go home.” My voice was sharp. I turn around and head deeper into the darkness welcoming it. Darkness was when I could really release the new person I was…

I tried not to think of the child as I took a few steps into the darkness, then waiting. Waiting to hear his fading footsteps.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

I can't wait for this no more,

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My eyes have come undone
If my star will ever rise,
Let it be the only one[/center][/i]
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[Lukas Kage]

Even though he was unable to understand the young man's common words, he knew from the cold tone in the teenager's voice when he was told to go away, also capable of understanding that particular phrase. While the boy never liked being rejected, he learned from enough experience, and knowing his manners, that it was best to respect another person's wish, even if they appeared to be some rotten person who could care less about themselves. He most certainly didn't have to put up with this teenager, so he turned on his heel and began to head back for the beach. A good swim in the calm and cool water could possibly ease his temper.

Once he got to the beach, night had already blanketed the water, the silent waves whispering as they hit the lukewarm shore. After the sun had shined on the sand all day, there was some warmth left to last a while even well after midnight. However, as he removed his clothing and stepped on something cool, he looked down and discovered a bottle of beer just stealing away the night. Picking up the bottle, he looked around and realized he was alone on the shore. As he sniffed from the rim, he scoffed, realizing what the liquid was. Sighing, he pulled back his arm with the bottle in hand and threw it into the water.

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