I hate to write, but I like to make stories. I pretty much failed at drawing, so making a manga is out of the question. I don't appear to be too horrible at writing though, so writing a story is my only option. I am currently working on who knows how many Yaoi fanfics and several normal stories. Of course you can't read the fanfics here, so they are at www.fanfiction.net I want to write more interesting stuff so if you want to get to know me, or give me better ideas for fanfiction or normal fiction then please message me.

"Reality exists in a place unknown, and dreams exist in reality.

And truth lies in your heart.

The contents of a person's heart shapes their appearence.

And new images will change their hearts and their forms.

The power of imagination is the abilitity to create your own future, and the power to create your own flow of time.

But if people don't act of their own free will, then nothing will change at all.

So you must regain your own lost form by your own voliation.

Even if it means your words become lost...

Or confused with the words of others.

Anyone can return the human form as long as they are able to imagine themselves within their own heart."

-Neon Genesis Evangelion, Episode 26: The end of Evangelion

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Gravity

What keeps us bound to this earth

When our souls continually scream to leave?

We look up at the sky,

And wish that we could fly

Like those free birds.

We wish to be unbound, to leave our fears behind.

We want that freedom of choice

No one wants to be controlled

Yet our desires control our lives

Are they really free?

So many things are shown to us

Telling us what to love, and what to hate

Our choices are impacted by what we are fed

We can't get our own food

They are bound by their wings.

The very things that make us want to fly

Hold us down and keep us here

We make our own gravity

Because we fear to float away

They are doomed to the skies.

When we close our eyes we dream

Of things we cannot have

Until we ignore what is around us

It causes our depression

Doomed till they die

When we free ourselves through our own expression

We will live forevermore

We meddle with our art, hoping for the freedom

When all we seem to do is taint it more

Until all things die

There is no true freedom from our world

Our stress and minds dig our own graves

Because we made this gravity

And we cant break those physical laws

No things, not even birds, are truly free.

-The Black Dragon 11-25-06

http://tbd-blackdragon.livejournal.com