The Eyes of a VillanYou think I am so terrible
For doing the things I do
Yet the truth is just plain simple
But maybe not so much to you
I'll explain to you my story
But only if you will care
The wicked claws of people
Tore my heart, so I have evil to share
I bled a black, syrupy liquid
All on the floor and in my hand
From my heart, soul and mind
In my mouth, it tasted bland
I then realized that there is no one
Who thinks of putting me first
So I eventually came to think
Why not put them under a curse?
An evil plan I did forge
From flames of cruel unfeeling words
Burning red, black, and orange
By instruction from a shadow's words
After all the meticulous planning
I soon came to execute it
People say my own flames I'm fanning
But they really do deserve it
"Society Is A Prison"
"Submit To Your Self"
It took me awhile to realise How? and Why? I wrote this but then You know those times when you have a feeling but you don't know what kind of feeling it is or how to express it. haha!
Then a series of unfortunate events or adventures led me to believe why this poem came up
Ever wondered why some people live jolly good days throughout while others experience constant hindrance
There no one but your self to blame 10% of your life is what happens the other 90% is how you react to it
No matters how aggravated your desire reach or how lonesome your glories tend or the spec of joy in simplest of moments. It's all in YOU
You control your altered world don't let it be ruined because of someone who is just a handshake away from you
Its you who makes the good and the bad, the crocked and carefull, the tender and tired tendency happen so deed it well
You have all the weapons you need Now fight
And Watch the movie Sucker Punch! It helps
And please see my other poem with related message and theme - morganwolfram.deviantart.com/a…
Spread the word and love
Good luck, Thank you and toodles
"This is a false alarm," Guren laughed in disbelief, "Right?" His laughter faded away as the blue haired boy sighed.
"No," he repeated slowly, "I mean it." He looked down at his ordered food and silence washed over the two. Right now, Guren head pounded as he tried to think positive thoughts. Although, his soft, lavender eyes were on the verge of tears because he remembered the last time Ceylan nearly left him. Ceylan was his FIRST friend and now he's going to leave him. For real this time. When he first found out he raced to his house to cry to let all his emotions out, so he wouldn't be a total wreck in school. What really confused Guren was that he wanted Ceylan to stay with him so badly. He was his best friend, right? However, the smallest emotions inside sparked up towards Ceylan. But he had a young mind and could not understand it properly, until now. He and Ceylan were stronger than best friends or BFFs. Though, he still couldn't put his finger on it .
On other hand, Ceylan thought in a different manner. Anger boiled within him. Unlike himself, he wanted to beat the life out if anything. Except his true friend, Guren. His mother and father were divorced when he just started school. They fought over him and it had been his dad who had to raise him. Due to his father's background, Ceylan found himself with a luxury house with no one and often moving. Until finally, his father understood his son's feelings and finally let him settle down in one place. The boy with green googles was perfectly fine with this, but it took him longer than he expected to make friends at the new school. As you could see, he was the class clown, the troublemaker, a total goofball no one wanted to be around because most of the students there focused on school work and stayed on task. Then and there, Ceylan grew lonely for the first year. In the next year year, his mother had died, but he decided not to tell the whole school. That was, until a certain red head came as an exchange student next year. "He's just like me." Ceylan thought silently to himself. Being his goofball self, he had taken an interest in the newbie and threw an paper airplane at his crazy styled hair. Then the rest was complete. The blue haired boy had found the perfect friend. Known as Guren Nash.
Sooner or later an exact situation, like this came up. He had to move because of his father. Ceylan's father promised he wouldn't move again. But this world he lived in was based on reality and business. Therefore, he had no choice, but to accept his family's fate. When his mother died, Ceylan had received a letter from her, saying this;
I hope for you to not to be crying over my death. Instead I want to see you smile and keep yourself in the future. I also wish you good luck on making our family and yourself proud. But please make the right decisions in the future, so you will live a happy life full of joy.
This meant something to Ceylan that was important. He HAD to make his family proud. Therefore, he wasn't allowed to talk back about it. But there was one problem: How will he tell his friends? Can they take it? However, a more significant thought popped up: How can he tell Guren? The whole entire time, Ceylan kept this to himself. Until, the truth came out after he confessed the whole situation to his friends after gaining the Dragon Cube on one of their missions. Right then and there, he had to say in front of Guren's face. Ceylan couldn't tell what his true friend thought, except he could tell that "Braven Wolf" was really upset. That night, he came home with mixed emotions and ran to his empty room to settle them. Going into his jacket's pockets, he found the miniature robot that started this whole friendship. Without thinking, he ran straight towards the window and threw the rectangular prism out the night. The small object appeared in his pocket again, which made him repeat the process for a period of time. After a final glimpse at the small rectangle in the palm of his hand, his thoughts moved to Guren. The blue haired had said that he was moving. Right in front of the red head's face. From this memory, he felt a pain of guilt. No, not guilt, but the feeling gave him stress and pain. Ceylan wanted to say he was sorry and repeat again and again, until he would see Guren differently. Upon hearing steps from the stairs, Ceylan managed to pull himself together and seem normal. His dad entered, giving him the best news as Christmas itself. The business had shut down and they weren't moving. Hearing this, his pale blue eyes lit up as he ripped all the boxes open. Although, being a prankster as he was, he decided not to tell Guren, until the next day at school.
That had been the past. Now, this was real. Ceylan's father was final on the decision and the Jones family were going to move. This will be the two boys' last goodbye. Guren stared at his drink, while Ceylan's head still faced down the table. "Do Toxsa and Chooki already know about this?" The red head asked his friend.
"No, they don't." Ceylan looked away from his friend. "I decided to tell you first..." He mumbled.
"Oh." Guren replied back. Suddenly, he seemed surprised in shock and nearly choked on his drink. "Why did you tell me first?"
"Can we please take this somewhere else?" The boy with blue hair asked in a low, whispering voice. The boy with lavender eyes nodded. The restaurant had jumped into tense air and felt suddenly crowded. Walking out, the two gripped each other's hands and held them. Which let warm, crimson blood rush to their cheeks in the chilly, November afternoon. Every minute that passed, Ceylan would always grip onto his friend's hand harder and harder. This had been hurting Guren 's hand, but he managed to not say a word because his friend didn't want to let go. Neither did himself. Once they stopped , they saw that they were behind the school where they had attended in the fifth and sixth grade. That moment, Ceylan broke down. "I-I want to tell you- No! That's not what I mean! I meant that you're my best friend- Gah! That's not it!" He wailed "Y-you're my best friend, so-so that means I should be the one who tells you first- Wait! You're the one who needs to know first! Right?" His eyes had gone puffy and turned a bit pink over his bawling. Hands wrapped around Ceylan's waist as the two boys were pulled down into a quiet, sitting position.
"I guess I should be the one whose sorry," Guren apologized "I didn't want this to happen." His voice shook and the comforting hands trembled. "I thought-" he paused "Nevermind..." He sighed heavily.
"What?" Ceylan asked, but his friend didn't respond. He then grew worried. Guren was never like this, he had always been the positive and mature one in their friendship. He was just the fun, laid back friend. Glaring at the red head, Ceylan jerked his hands to his friend and shoved his face up. Unlike the Guren, he knew, the boy had purple, spacy eyes that were filled with the brim of tears and other feelings. Ceylan's feelings had an emotional break down. He never wanted to see his friend like this.
Guren had a rare shade of violet eyes that were now filled with innocence and pure tear shed. Never had he wanted to do this, but seeing Ceylan in a breakdown suddenly snapped his thoughts in half. In a split second, he had realized that he shouldn't have let his feeling out. The boy wanted his friend to happy , but he only made everything go into deep depression. Without giving the whole world a single thought, he shoved his lips onto his best friend's. The lips clashed, that led to deeper feelings and even more questions. Finally, the meltdowns have been resolved. However, that never helped the moving situation at all.
"You're more than my best friend," Guren breathed into Ceylan's hot mouth. "I think I love you." He turned away with flushed cheeks. The boy with googles was speechless, until he found the same feeling too.
"The same here." He whispered back. "But now, I guess this is goodbye..." Right then and there, he crashed his lips back into Guren's again.
4 Years Later...
Guren sat on his bed late in the evening doing nothing, since he finished his homework before dinner. He was doing nothing, except listening to the radio softly as it ended "Those Nights" by Skillet and started "Say Goodbye" from the same exact artist. His hands went into his deep, mahogany hair as he laid down on the pillows and the sheets that were messed up. The early summer had been hot and he now regretted that school was almost over, which meant the heat. the eyes of a violet shade closed, until something hit him.
"What the-" he stared at the thing that hit him in disbelief. "Huh?" He looked closely at the paper airplane that struck his thoughts. Ceylan Jones. Opening the paper airplane by carefully unfolding it , he read the message aloud. "I'm... going... to... sneak... through... your... window...?" He repeated those exact words.
"Hello?" Ceylan sat on the window in the summer sunset. Both the sky and night eyes widen at each other. "Did you miss me?" He grinned at his old friend. Without warning, Guren ran and hugged him so tightly, so he wouldn't escape from his grasp. Even though Guren had too many questions in his mind, he decided not to even bother asking anything at that time. Instead he threw his best friend with cerulean hair on his bed and they both laughed from the little roughhousing. After the laughter stopped, Ceylan laid back on the bed. With Guren above his face. That moment, they both kissed.
"Noooooo…" A groan was heard from up the stairs. "I don’t wanna go shopping with you."
"Ceylan," Chooki was dragging the bluenette out the door. "We’re just getting coffee. We are NOT going to the mall or anything. Plus it’s just a couple of blocks away."
"Where’s Toxsa then?" Ceylan huffed at the thought of his rivalry friend. "And why do you drink coffee? That stuff’s pretty nasty."
"First, Toxsa’s busy helping his sister." Chooki listed out his answers to Ceylan’s questions. "And two, I have the right to drink coffee. Now stop that attitude, you’re starting to act like R from that old Warm Bodies movie. And I compared him more to Gen!" Chooki was right, Ceylan tried to avoid them from getting to walk, by having a zombie-like stride and pace.
"Then why do I have to go?" Ceylan asked.
"Remember what happened last time I went alone without Toxsa?" The blonde responded back.
After walking at least 3-4 blocks, the two young adults reached the Plaza. They walked around, avoiding the crowds and forms of entertainment, while taking quick lefts and rights to get to their destination. Soon, they spotted the small coffee shop that Chooki went to. They entered the shop, with the small bell ringing and away from the the cold, cloudy day. Inside, was the scent of dried coffee beans or fresh baked scones, which Ceylan scrunched his nose at because the scent of coffee, no matter what kind, would always be something this world he just simply didn’t like. It was warm and peaceful inside, then you can hear the small, whispering conversations around you.
"Can we leave?" Ceylan whispered to Chooki, who elbowed him from that childish question.
"Just wait." The teen with grassy eyes mouthed the words. "You’re a grown teen and you can’t even wait?!" By now, they were having a light catfight.
"Not my fault I hate coffee!"
"Don’t use such a strong word!"
"At least I didn’t cuss!"
"Still! Hate is a very strong word!" The two were having an oral fight with whispering voices and they either elbowed each other or did that poking game as the line started to get shorter, without their notice.
"Well-" Ceylan tried to back up from Chooki, but instead his spine hit a solid rock. As in, the counter, in which he accidentally laid down on. Only to see a nervous face hovered above his. "Oh, my bad-"
"Ack! I’m so sorry!" The person there was a redhead with deep, brunt umber hair in the back and he was wearing a uniform that represented the coffee shop. His eyes were a fragile lavender and his skin was in a healthy tone that told you he had a good amount of sunlight. Ceylan got embarrassed because he didn’t know why that person had to apologize. Shouldn’t the person who was laying halfway on counter say sorry?
"Nah, it’s cool man." Ceylan was a bit affectionate to the person. Because he looked like it was his first day on the job, so it was just nice to avoid getting fired. "I’m the one who did should apologize."
"Oh." The lavender eyed teen sighed. "Okay then, what will you have?" He beamed a smile that really was attractive. "Also, my name’s Guren just to let you know." Ceylan was literally stunned by such a smile because it wasn’t a normal one. It was an sweet and honest smile he saw, which really had himself in a daze without any reasoning.
"Uhhhh…" Ceylan tried to say something, but the "uhhhh…" Kept continuing and were the only words that trailed off.
"Er… Are you okay?" Guren hesitantly asked.
"He’s not the one ordering coffee, I am." Chooki broke the ice between the two of them.
"Oh, then what’ll you have? I was wondering where you’ve been. I never saw his face around before." Guren was talking to Chooki as Ceylan tried to snap himself back into reality. "Hey, where’s Toxsa?"
"Toxsa’s busy. So that’s why Ceylan’s here with me today." Chooki was casually talking with Guren at this point.
"So your name’s Ceylan?" The redhead turned to the teen with the pair of green-tinted goggles.
"That reminds me of a tea." Ceylan then fell over anime style, while Guren started taking Chooki’s order. After getting coffee, Chooki and Ceylan walked out to the chilly, November air.
"You know Guren?" Ceylan questioned, which Chooki nodded back as a response.
"Yeah, he’s been working here for awhile. He’s not the type to be rude and sometimes he can be over-polite, but that’s just him. He has to work because he has some feeling to do something. At school, he was really great at leadership and took the classes. And I also remembered his birthday in the Aries Zodiac Sign. Which really fits him." Chooki took a sip from his coffee. And looked back at Ceylan, who had a pink face. "Hey are you okay?"
"Fine." Ceylan answered as they walked back to the highschool apartment complex. Ceylan simply covered his face and wondered why Guren was this way. The redhead was cute to be honest. Really cute. But it’s really awkward for a guy to be called cute or a guy calling the other dude cute.
"Hey Toxsa! Can you come to the coffee shop with me?" The blonde called up to the stairs.
"Yeah, yeah! Sure." Toxsa yelled back. "Just let me beat this level!"
"Okay then, but hurry up!" Chooki replied back. Ceylan was laying on the couch and playing on his phone, until he heard Chooki say a keyword, "coffee shop." His face perked up and he abruptly sat up on the couch, but stumbled and fell off. "TAKE ME WITH YOU."
"Smooth one there." Toxsa was coming down the steps. While Veylan glared at the person who’s eyes were a gold harvest and his jade colored hair was up. Literally.
"Just take me with you."
"Ummm… I thought you hated coffee-"
After the walk, all three of them reached the coffee shop and Ceylan saw Guren again. In his mind he cheered a bit, knowing he hadn’t come to get coffee for nothing. As soon as they all got to the counter, Ceylan was the first to greet Guren.
By slipping on the wet floor.
And there was even one of those bright, neon yellow Wet Floor signs there too.
"ARE YOU OKAY?!" Guren said in a frantic manner, getting out from his station and trying to help out the bluenette.
"I’m fine…" Ceylan smiled, but had a grunt in his voice too. Guren helped him up and Chooki put Ceylan’s elbow over his shoulder.
"I’m so sorry about that!" Guren apologized as he went back to the other side of the counter.
"Don’t worry, Guren." Toxsa shrugged. "This is Ceylan we’re talking about-" Ceylan had enough strength left to flick the younger teen’s forehead.
"I’m coming too!" Ceylan yelled out loud as he ran down the street with Chooki and Toxsa. He woke up late and barely gave himself enough time to put on his coat and buckle his belt, so he was trying to pull over his white hoodie instead.
"Hey why does Ceylan want to suddenly go to the coffee shop now? Chooki asked. "I took him there once and now he’s going there everyday, buying coffee, which he throws away when we get home."
"Maybe because of Guren." Toxsa folded his arms, while Ceylan was falling behind. "He always likes that redhead for some odd reason."
"Toxsa, don’t say that-" Chooki was trying to think of a logical comeback, but that didn’t happen. "You may be on to something though…" After a walk from their school’s housing complex, they reached the coffee shop. Ceylan was the first to see Guren as usual, while Chooki and Toxsa got quick orders, that left Guren and Ceylan alone.
"So how’re you doing?" Guren smiled at Ceylan. The smile that Ceylan still wasn’t used to.
"Umm… Fine!" The bluenette was playing with the strings on the hoodie. Something he’d always do whenever he was anxious or nervous.
"Oh… Okay then…" The awkward silence was breaking their conversation apart. From afar, Chooki and Toxsa were watching Guren and Ceylan react.
"See?" Toxsa kicked Chooki from under the table. "Ceylan acts weird around Guren."
"Toxsa, that’s still no reason to-" Chooki started to explain more, until Toxsa said the keyword.
"Yup." Toxsa stared at the redhead and bluenette. "Ceylan is gay for Guren." In results, Chooki stepped on Toxsa’s foot lightly.
"Why are you messing with others’ love lives?"
"Why are you so oblivious to these kinds of things?"
"Maybe it’s because I’m gay too-"
Back to Guren and Ceylan, the awkward silence haunted over them.
"Er… I would like to have-" Ceylan wanted to break the ice by telling Guren what he wanted to get, but Guren interrupted him with a piece of paper.
"Here’s my number, of you want to talk to me or text me." Guren looked away from Ceylan. In all of this, Ceylan’s heart pounded with joy, but he was forced to keep it in him. Resulting his face becoming red entirely.
"Can you take a break?" Ceylan bit his lip because he was embarrassed from how he like, liked Guren on a huge level. "Maybe have some hot chocolate together?"
Author’s Note: I’m sorry that this is so ridiculous. Also sorry if Wakamei seems a bit out of character (First time writing her.)
Asked for prompts over on a my writing blog on tumblr and this was one of them.
1/5 done, but still taking prompts kurl0z---makara.tumblr.com/ask