Today I wrote a poem (from Kyo's point of view), which came about simply because I was having troubles writing WCS (which probably won't be finished by the 20th).
White
I'll paint my face, white.
I'll paint my lips, black.
And kiss you, giving back
everything I never took
And kiss you, that look
Stealing me, just a fool
A lifetime of regret
And no goodbye
Your face, and Your happiness
Your tears, and Your negligence
All these things of Yours, binding me
Your death and Your promises
I'll paint my face with the colors of Yours,
With Your white death and Your black life
And I'll kiss You awake, mother
And I'll take my life and I'd take another,
To the winds and the emptiness
To the cities full of sorrow and loneliness
And my heart, withered, will bloom
And give blood to the sea and the faceless
And ten thousand cries from now
You'll return.
And ten thousand cuts from now
You'll be satisfied
And ten thousand screams from now
I'll be dead
I promise
I'll paint my face, white
I'll paint my lips, black
Just, crying, to take back
All the love you never gave
The child you would not save
Whose cries went ignored
And now finally, you take
One more part of me,
the last...white