Look to the Sky *spoiler*

Look To the Sky

You are the boy with cloud envy
Hoping and wishing to fly freely
like a cloud
Look to the sky;
See the clouds float by.

You are the one they call Shikamaru
But in spite of your genius, you like to
Play Go in Shogi and watch the stars
Wanting to live far
Like a star
Near Mars
Hoping to float
Like a boat
Or a cloud in the sky;
Just floating by.
Shikamaru, look to the sky.

The only reason you wanted to be a ninja was
So you could do anything you wanted because
You didn't want people to tell you
What to do, Shikamaru.

You are the lazy one;
You call yourself a "coward".
The first to run, the first to be gone.

One day, Shikamaru you hope to have a son
and a daughter and get married; toward
Your late years, your face will wrinkle and sag
But you'll only reply with, "What a drag...."

But right now, Shikamaru,
You have the Shadow Possession Jutsu.
And only you possess this talent;
And only your family has the patent
For this move, so be content.

In this jutsu, you strike with the shadow;
Grab their heels, pull them in like a reel;
Make them swallow and wallow
In their fears.
They cry heavy tears
Of woe, until you let them go;
For you, Shikamaru, are a merciful soul.

Later on, dear Asuma Sarutobi will die,
But before you utter a single cry,
You will take his last cigarrette and smoke it
In honor of his death, life, valor, and wit.

Shikamaru, when you get older
You will be faster, wiser, and bolder.
In two and a half years, you'll be fifteen
And you will no longer be in-between.
You will rise above the rest
And be the very best
And be able to wear the Konoha vest.

In the battle for the fall of Konohagakure,
You, with your heart being courageous and pure,
Will create a team with Naruto, Choji, and others;
People who you have considered your brothers.
You will fight for your village,
You will fight for your right,
You will fight for the restoration of Konoha's might.

After the battle is won,
You'll sit there, looking at the sun.
Wanting to float like a cloud;
Getting away from what is loud,
Floating as free as a cloud should be
Living each day quietly.

So, Shikamaru, don't be shy;
Fly high and look to the sky.

~the smexykazekage

Fiction: 03/06/08 | Posted By: smexykazekage | 0 comments | Naruto | Tags: naruto, shikamaru, spoilers

To You, My Son - A Poem

To You, My Son

My son, my Gaara

You were born a monster
In the village of Sunagakure
Because, in my womb, your father
Turned you into an experiment
At his own expense, without my consent.

The pain I felt was hell,
I soon became unwell.
The horror they put me through was unbearable
And I became very unstable.

Later on, I died.
Naturally, you cried.
And I cursed this village
So that you, my son, my liege,
Could avenge my death.
Don't hold your breath;
Avenge my death.

No one deserved the pain I felt;
The nightmares welt
Up inside my mind.
Myself hoping that you would turn out kind
And fine.
No regrets left behind.
No negative thoughts to pass on
To you, my son.

So don't hold your breath;
Avenge my death.

Through your childhood,
No one was there for you;
Not even my brother Yashamaru.
He told you things
Things you did not understand
Things like love, compassion, friendship....
But the sand;
The horrible sand.
Apparently, you could not stand
Your loneliness anymore.

Your uncle Yashamaru
was sent by your father to kill you.
It was a free choice; a willing decision
That he must assassinate you with precision.
The Sand village would not lose hope
And would finally be able to cope
Without your existence.

Both fortunate and unfortunate,
Yashamaru failed to seal your fate.
When you learned of his murderous intention,
You murdered him without a moment's hesitation
Without touching him, just by looking at him,
By being you.
He committed suicide and took his life;
Both him and you were full of strife.

But you, Gaara, discovered an uncomfortable truth.

All of the simple, joyous times spent with Yashamaru;
You finally learned he cared nothing about you.
He attempted to take your life away
After hearing that I had passed away.
And my brother's anger for you grew and stayed
With him until the end of his days.

So, Gaara, don't hold your breath;
Avenge my death.

You became more psychotic
And a bigger nervous wreck;
It seems that you have a hard time
Keeping your mind in check.
That demon; that Shukaku;
It has made you and turned you
Into a monster, filled with swirling emotions
Waiting to explode like fire in a swift, fast motion.

Oh, Gaara, can't you see,
Your siblings Kankuro and Temari
Have tried to help you, but with no luck.
So the demon inside you will run amuck
In your very soul;
Your heart being as black as coal.

But somewhere there inside your heart
Is a sliver;
A glimmer
Of light so bright
That sets other demons apart from you.
A fighting spirit through and through;
To help your friends through thick and thin
Until the very end.

But now, in the present,
You begin to believe that I am with you
In the sand with which you fight. But do not resent
Me if I do not answer
To you, my son.
Let me know that you are not selfish
And that you do not love just yourself. I wish
That I was more grateful for you
And had been able to say, "I love you."
Therefore, you would have had someone to love;
A feeling like being as free as a dove.

So, Gaara, don't hold your breath,
Please avenge my death.

Your whole life has been miserable;
You wallow in your own demise.
But you, my son, are incomparable,
I can see it in your eyes.

Fiction: 03/05/08 | Posted By: smexykazekage | 14 comments | Naruto | Tags: gaara, naruto, poem, smexykazekage