Seisui Naito: Pt. 2Seisui Naito: Pt. 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zanpakutō Name: Yūrei (Ghost)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Yūrei, the fearsome blade of the Kenpachi, has sown the seeds of a dark reputation. The rumors from its whispered name always speak of its raw power: the destructive past, present, and future that it seems to embody. Outside of Chūsei, the legendary Zanpakutō of Harotaissen Tsuribakki, this particular weapon is considered to be the most spectacular blade in the Gotei 13. And such compliments are not given lightly; dozens of scholars have studied the spiritual power, abilities, and history of the weapon, writing veritable encyclopedias on its every intricacy and nuance. The fact that its powers have allowed 'the Ghost' to live over two centuries past the average for a man in his condition is astounding, and many believe that it holds the secret to elongated life. Whether or not this is actually true has
Seisui Naito: Pt. 3Seisui Naito: Pt. 33 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Bankai Name: Yūrei, Zōki Niwa no Yasashii (Ghost, the Tender of the Organ Garden)
Bankai Appearance: Infamous as the Bankai responsible for the death of the previous Kenpachi, Yūrei, Zōki Niwa no Yasashii is limited by Central 46 in a series of laws and sanctions meant to protect the structural integrity of both the Human world and Soul Society. Without such restrictions--they do not apply so long as the Kenpachi is in Hueco Mundo--Naito is incredibly quick to unleash the full force of his Zanpakutō, regardless of the strength or number of his enemies. His unbelievable supply of Reiryoku makes this normally straining state-of-being into a sort of second nature. Only in extreme cases can this lock on his powers be lifted. By activating a signal in his ventilator, which sends data about the situation back to Central 46, an emergency vote can be held to determine whether such actions are necessary. Whichever way they decide, only they can send a sign
What did I do?Honestly I don't know what to think anymore,What did I do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what parts of what I believe is really true.
Everyone is walking out the door,
I don't have a clue.
It makes me wonder,
about all the bad talk that could be going on.
If they bad talk the so called better people,
it makes me wonder all the bad they say about me.
What do they call me?
A bad friend? When I'm always there.
Desperate? When I only like one guy.
A downer? When I hide sadness around everyone.
A big mouth? When I listen to problems and not talk about mine.
These people are what I call "friends",
say they are there when they are not.
Luckily I still have a few friends,
that will help me to the end.
Seisui Naito: Pt. 1Seisui Naito: Pt. 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Seisui Naito
Nickname(s): Kenpachi; the Ghost; the Silent Night; the White Tear
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 11th Division Captain
Appearance: Seisui Naito, the child of a Rukongai couple struggling for mouthfuls of water in the slums, was cursed from the moment of conception to lead an existence balanced on the tragic precipice of life and death. A premature birth by nearly seven weeks brought him into Soul Society both significantly underdeveloped and so pale that he appeared to be stillborn. The midwife who delivered him famously called him the "ghost-child". His quiet but enduring wails and chilling, milk-white tears--symbols of his painful future--fell upon the deaf ears and ashamed eyes of his parents; the sadness sunk into his unwashed cheeks as the struggle of poverty continued on. Still, he lived, much to the surprise of the fearful and shallow couple. The unwanted
A sweet goodbyeWell my dear its been a good show,A sweet goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i guess it's time i let you go.
I tried to get you to see,
but you were too oblivious to realize it was me.
I just wanted to hold you tight,
to be the one who makes you feel alright.
I was a fool to think i could be,
anything close to what you are to me.
Silly little me too blind to see,
that i could never mean to you what you mean to me.
You may be a fool but i love you all the same,
but i think its time to end this game.
So now its time for me to go,
but i thought i should let you know.
I still want you to see,
you will always be special to me.
LegacyI have breathed my last breath. My heart no longer beats in my chest. I am no longer alive... yet, I still live.Legacy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My words continue to heard, though I not longer speak. My thoughts still thought, though I no longer think. I gone, but I am still here. I am only one, yet I am many.
I am a legacy and I will live forever.
You, my FaithEvery day is trying,You, my Faith3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone always dying,
But I found faith to live,
Something to just give.
My chain broken,
My heart spoken,
The truth to see,
This is the real me.
You helped me through it all,
You, dark, handsome and tall,
You, my faith in me,
You, my baby.
And thank you,
For being true,
Unless I die,
I'll never say goodbye.
Blood On The TracksThrow myself in front of a tube trainBlood On The Tracks2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the London underground
There were women and children present
So I didn’t make a sound
And tears are for those who feel regret
But they’ll not forget the site
Of a man akin to their fathers
Bidding a fond farewell to life
Throw myself in front of a tube train
On the London underground
The King is dead so long live the Queen
She will suit my blood stained crown
May it drip through cracks in her conscience
May it clot within her veins
Causing atrophy to back muscles
So she’ll hang her head in shame
Throw myself in front of a tube train
One final symbolic act
A metaphor in mind on the platform
I stare down upon the track
My life’s as rigid as those steel beams
One direction with no thought
I wake to see the ‘mind the step’ sign
Doors open, but no ticket bought
Flying MindLet the mind be free,Flying Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And me be me,
Watch as I scorch the sky,
As my creativity flies by.
Understand that art is everything,
Whether music, drawing or something,
Let my mind just wonder,
Not just hide under cover.
Now my eyes are open to see,
What I can really be,
So open my wings to fly,
Into the afternoon sky.
Let my mind fly free,
As high as can be,
And watch what I can do,
Without any help from you.
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.I Love You, Daddy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.
The same way you always loved me.
And it makes me feel...
It makes me feel..
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'