I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, of could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his hart-, hart torn into pieces, of turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with love too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the strand after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this jaar in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these vragen and meer will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and seconde book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the seconde series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)

The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream



A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,

But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,

And into the warm embrace of your esteem.

The stage that I left disappears from my mind,

Like suddenly being engulfed door sunshine,

I am truly alive, for the very first time,

All at once, let me sing, let me cry!

‘Til it bursts,

From my lungs, like a child,

Let me smile ‘til it hurts!

Let the blue of the morning

Strike my tearful eyes,

I still don’t know how,

I still don’t know why,

(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)

But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.


Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.

The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
u think u are so bright,
saying u buzz because u care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way u can toon u care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't u understand?
Have u tried to understand?
Do I really expect u to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse u uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
u think I don't know anything,
u think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
u think because u are older,
u know meer than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, u are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make u knelt

I look out
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you

I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face

In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see

I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word

But then
I should have known
u never stayed
Unless u profited

u never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will

I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That u will be there

But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone u never loved
Someone u don't even know

Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments

So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you

"You'll never get the secret from me!" The monsters' eyes gleamed. They wanted me to yell. It was a sign of my weakening resolve. I lowered my voice. "The secret is worthless to u unless u know where they are. Without them, you'll be trapped." None of us in the small chamber knew who was bluffing and who wasn't.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us meer than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? u act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and u to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."


And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.