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I could never get their attention no matter how hard I tried. They were too busy selfishly minding their own small world. Everything else was unimportant; only themselves matter. They were wrapped in themselves. I’d bet if a flaming missile went...Life: 08/24/08 | Posted By: jeweloflife | 4 comments |
Karma is a Strange Thing
Author's note :This was written when I was 14...so a year ago. >->;;
The skies speak of dreams
The mountains speak of the past
Buildings speak of nothing
Haiku is a way to express one's view of the world. Each verse carries some hidden meaning in a strict style. The first and last line must only have five syllables. The middle must have seven syllables. Haiku is like humans, it has a outer face and a inner soul.
The hidden meaning of each Haiku is what makes it unique and special, that is why I love it so much. The poem I just wrote is about how we are. The skies that speak of dreams are children because children dream so much about things. The mountains that speak of the past is the wise who give their wisdom to others. The buildings that don't speak is me…..I do not speak at all.
I was born with an illness that made my voice go away. I grew up ignored because of this…my parents did not know what to do with me. They named me Nebel which is German for mist because I was like the mist; I was barely there to them. But I am Japanese, so why do I have a German name? My father is German and my mother is Japanese. My father, Nachbar, had shipwrecked here in Japan long ago when no outsider was allowed to leave if they came to Japan.
He had met my mother, Kisara, at a place for prostitutes. My mother had just been brought here by men to whom her father owed money too. She would have to suffer the mistakes of her own father. My father felt sorry for my mother and wanted to save her from this hell. Later on the night, he rescued her from that place of sin and got married.
They had their fist child, my older brother Isumi, was born first. He took after my mother a lot; he had the same black, slender eyes; soft, olive skin; straight, black hair; and same slender bodies. Then I was born; I looked both like my father and mother, but more of my father. My hair was curly and a dark brown; my skin was pale and soft; my eyes were a very dark green; and my body was frail. Everyone could tell I was a complete mix.
Growing up like this made me shunned by everyone in town. My brother had a lot of admirers and was pretty popular with the young, women. I was picked on by the boys and the girls excluded me out of everything since I was different. My brother didn't care about me either nor did my mother too yet my father showed some care. I was the black sheep of the family and the entire town because I was different. Yet, I didn't hate my life but enjoyed it.
Most kids my age couldn't go play in the forest like I could nor could they wander off like I could. I was lucky for that because being alone with natural has an soothing effect on me. It could always ease my fears, sadness, and other negative emotions. It made me feel happy because nature cannot hate you if you love it because it has no reason to hate you. Life was wonderful away from humans who are hateful for what you look like and what you are.
I would always come back to my home to find everyone already eating without me. They didn't notice when I start eating myself because I did not make a sound. This was the way my life went until that day that started to turn everything upside down. The day that really showed they didn't care for me.
A young girl, at least the age of ten slide opened the door to her family waiting for her. They never waited for her since she was always late for dinner. Her tired but beautiful mother walked up to her and let her tough hands go through the girl's brown-black, curly hair that had grown to her waist.
The tired mother looked with her black eyes into her daughter's dark green ones. The mother stared for a moment and looked down at the floor. The mother took her daughter's nimble hands into her tough hands worn from work. The daughter looked over to her mother's side to see her father nervous and her brother already gone into his room….he had left his tea that was still hot. The father quickly glanced at them; stared back into his own tea; and left the two alone.
The mother hesitated a moment after the father left, looking around trying to find a way to explain something. Then it came……
"Nebel-chan, darling, karma is a strange thing……"
Darling? The girl's mother had never told her that before, but what did she mean by karma?
Fiction: 05/18/08 | Posted By: jeweloflife | 0 comments | Original Anime and Manga |
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