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"The blue sky should be high and clear, no matter how far away it is"

You can call me Liz or Kokaze, I really don't care which. Koame is obsessive about the Fox Kit Project, so I present myself as Kokaze.

I'd really like it if you read my stories and commented. Preferrably with a critique, not just an, "Oh, it's wonderful, I love it, blahblahblah." Not helpful.

If I come across as rude or harsh, I don't mean to. I'm just... honest? I suppose that is the word. As for harshness, that's a manner of speaking. I believe that anyone who takes the time to write a story deserves a tough critic to point out all the weak spots, so the author can fix it and become better.

Everyone deserves that respect. Unfortunately, some people dislike it.

~

This is the prettiest song in the world, Gravity by Yoko Kano:

Been a long road to follow
Been there and gone tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday...

Are the memories I hold
Still valid?
Or have the tears deluded them?

And maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mists will fade into one more today.

Something somewhere out there keeps calling:
Am I going home? Will I hear someone
Singing solace to the silent moon?

Zero gravity
What's it like?

Am I alone?
Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet?
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on.

Something is yuling me.
I feel the gravity
Of it all.

~

This is the prettiest POEM in the world, by Sara Teasdale. It's got a good point, too. See if you can catch exactly what she's talking about.

There will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains, and the smell of the ground
And swallows circling, with their shimmering sound

And frogs in the pool, singing at night
And wild plum trees in tremulous white

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence wire

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly

And spring herself, when she came at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

~

Soo.... Kudos if you actually read this. Enjoy my stories! Oh, come on, don't tell me you'll read a profile, but not a story!

Stories I'm focused on

My Stories

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  • Uriel
    Words burn within me, fire in my hands, fluid as water within my mind, but in my soul they are as light and cumbersome, as pure and defiled
    500 words, 3 comments, October 28, 2008. In
  • Untitled Till Completion
    I smiled quietly. "Michael," I whispered to myself, stretching lazily on my dormroom bed. It wasn't the best mattress - rather, it tended to be lumpy, and I could feel the outline of springs - but I'd had fun on it. Idly, I w
    300 words, September 3, 2008
  • We Don't Forget, ch1
    1 / I was dreaming - for once, I knew this as clearly as my own name. Except, I wasn't who I had always been, was I? The name Kithrim surfa
    900 words, October 24, 2007

My Poetry

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  • Faded Blossoms at allpoetry
    All around me, I can feel the flowers But I cannot see, cannot smell
  • Gloaming at allpoetry
    In the nightstricken boughs of the elder tree The moonwell shone on a face of white
  • Palisade at allpoetry
    Black sand sliding through cold

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