Keikou Tenshin• Show poetry

You want to take a trip for free?
Come on close your eyes, let's fall asleep
We can dream up anything, just come along with me
We'll go to Jamaica, or the Himalayas
You can be Tarzan and I'll be Jane
We'll swing along from tree to tree my friend
Or we can pretend to be shipwrecked at sea
Just come along with me
We'll drink Bloody Marys
(And do it in a cemetery)

I'm feeling strange, I'm feeling crazy
Something's come over me dear
I'm feeling dazed, I'm feeling hazy
Something's come over me dear
What is this place? Where are we going?
Where are these voices I hear?

I'm falling in love with you
Can't you see that?
I'm falling in love with you
Can't you see that...

What a journey, what a ride
I'll take a trip with you anytime
Oh, wherever you want to be
Just come along with me
Come along with me
Come along with me














My name is Keikou Tenshin--
I have a very unhealthy obsession,
Though I love it all the same.



The following quotes are things that I think either describe myself or my beliefs. >>

"Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams
And our desires." -Wallace Stevens


"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;" -Edgar Allen Poe (as I'm sure every member of AP knows xD)


"...And surreality's evil twin rears its ugly head." -Me, 9/17/07


"Love is a strong emotion, I know what it is, and for that reason I'm not going to give it out to whatever fucktard decides they want to hear it." - Me, who-knows-when


"I should change my name to Miss Anthropy." -Me, 7/2/07


"So lovely in my straightjacket, though the bloodstains do clash with your lipstick." Unknown


"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.

Is he able but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.

Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?

Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?"

-Epicurus (341-271 BC)


"There are those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behavior and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity. These are frequently artists and performers, adventurers and wide-life devotees.
Then there are those who feel their own strangeness and are terrified by it. They struggle toward normalcy. They suffer to exactly that degree that they are unable to appear normal to others, or to convince themselves that their aberration does not exist. These are true freaks, who appear, almost always, conventional and dull."
-Arturo Binewski
(Geek Love, by Katherine Dunn)


"Where is Hell? Do you know? It's in my head...
Did you know?
My blood is black..."
-Chrona (Soul Eater)





*~:.|=Long live the car crash hearts=|.:~*
Soten-Jaganshi
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Freeze the stars and steal their light.

Kia Tenshi
A flash of black, a glimpse of feathers and he’s hidden again, if I try I’ll never be able to escape from the unbearable pain infecting him















I'm known by many names, but normally I use this one.
Keikou Tenshin is my number one alias. She is me and I am her, and we like to sing together.
I'll tell you about her, if you like.

She doesn't like to speak to people she considers beneath her. She can frequently be found staring motionless at the schoolwork on her desk. Her mind is obviously somewhere else. She has no fancy MP3 player or iPod, and her CD player roars at her sometimes. It also eats batteries like they're going out of style, but she won't hear a word against it. She only feels safe when enveloped in her glow-in-the-dark constellation comforter, despite being fifteen years old. She greatly adores innocence in such a sick world. She also adores sickness in such an innocent world. If a song catches her fancy, she creates in her mind a motion picture to go along with it. She is constantly frustrated by her inability to create. She likes to wear contacts simply because some other people cannot tolerate them. It makes her feel strong. Talking to herself has become an art. The last time she cried was four months ago. She would really just love to dropkick quite a few nonexistent people, then toss her hair over her shoulder and walk away with a smirk. Wordplay makes her ell oh ell. She holds the door for strangers but not family or friends. Apparently she is just terrible at math. She has no idea how to dance. She only recently learned how to rollerblade, and has probably forgotten. She only trusts four people in the world and is hoping for a fifth just to even it out. The best moments of her life have happened when she was sleeping. She absolutely hates mushrooms. She has no need for a map in her own house. She finds it tiresome to argue for a long period of time. Emo-screamo music makes her squeal like the fangirl she is. A ball python would be the ideal pet for her. As it stands, she has a black cat named Hiei, and that's good enough for now. She has a taste for the macabre. She works alone. She admires Mae West and her phantasmagoric dresses. Her favorite actress is Helena Bonham Carter or Jodie Foster, her favorite actor is either Johnny Depp or Samuel L. Jackson. You decide. Her internet is slow and she hates it to death. She's been trying to get her Aries of a mother to hurry up and get high speed internet for two years now, but don't even get her started on that. She's a total Virgo, through and through. Roleplaying is her outlet. Every once in a while, she gets really hooked on one particular RP and tends to get a little obsessive-compulsive about it. Despite the fact that she is a total Toshiro Hitsugaya fangirl, she hates the winter and being cold. She can be very persuasive. The pictures on her wall talk to her sometimes. They boost her self-esteem and tell her she's beautiful even though she's not, inside or out. She can tell that she'll like a song if the title has nothing at all to do with its actual content. She has pictures of Heimdall in the Davy Jones' locket replica around her neck, but she's not obsessed. On a scale of one to ten, she'd rate herself at about a six or seven. She took ballet lessons when she was younger and used to have great dreams about being a professional dancer. It didn't work out. Now she lives in a house whose existence she likes to omit. Her bedroom always smells like perfume and cookies. Don't ask her about empty.

You know how, when a jet is flying at dusk, it leaves this trail of smoke that catches the sunlight and glows brighter than anything else in the sky...
yet you still know, also, that it's polluting the atmosphere with deadly toxins in copious amounts?
Yeah, it's kinda like that.