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Persona X: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A New Beginning</i>
September 17, 2016
Subete no hito no damano shi...
He blinked. Those words being hummed softly sounded very familiar to him, probably because he understood what they meant. It sounded like it was being played delicately by a piano in the distance. When he ignored the senses of hearing and focused more on the senses of seeing, the music was the least important thing that came to mind in place of the current aeroplane cabin covered in nothing but blue velvet.
There was a strange, elderly man sitting across from him rather contently. He appeared to be wearing very formal clothing, consisting of a dark suit with a black tie wrapped around the collar of a white shirt, and his gloved hands were relaxing on a cane placed between his lounging legs. His nose was very long and rather pointy, as were his ears. His eyes bulged out and looked rather
Tis dawn peaked and peeking, and to dawn I say
Dismal comes to another day, another day, a dismal day
Shall it be a morn of mourning for excitement, or a sudden rouse
To step forth out of the dulled cage that is this house
Join faces I recognize which fill me with ease
One with those eyes that never want mine to cease
And this comforting joy to which I owe chance
A chance seized by a captive who just wanted a dance
But each had his own and her own altogether
And perhaps I shant have waited and have acted for better
But tis wasnt my nature to stand up and lead
Like a tree, how I loathed it, that remains still a seed
And alas as the sun shifted down into below
And I hoped the morrow bring more happening for sow
Tis night peaked and peeking, and to night I pray
Dismal dies with another day, another day, a dismal day.
Shattered Hearts - Part IX
By: Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Of a Valiant Sacrifice and Interesting Conclusions
Tierea's eyes widened in fury. She shook the side of her robe before she took flight and homed in after the White Eyrie.
Alex didn't turn around. He continued his deadly flight, twisting furiously and trying to dodge every blast of magic thrown at him from the Orange Shoyru magician. His eyes darted downwards to see Trisenne dragging Kakirusha on the stage. He made a sharp dive towards the two, but it was then that Thairelle decided to test out more of her control on gravity.
She aimed her wand at Alex, and he immediately cried out as he froze, falling to the ground with a sickening THUD! Kakirusha's eyes widened as tears stung them, a shriek of horror muffled by the kerchief gagging her. She thrashed around even more widely, kicking while trying to scream. Trisenne pursed her lips in annoyance. "This dancer is getting to be quite the nuisance, girls," she mu
Shattered Hearts - Part VII
By: Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Of a Beautiful Beginning and a Catastrophic Climax
Written By: Cruzerchic123
Alex waited patiently for the unknown person to go back outside. And not to hurt him. Most definitely the last one when he felt someone looming over him. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and squirmed, then made a large show of groggily opening one eye.
A familiar face stared at him, holding the replaced candle (ergo an odd-shaped mound of melted pink wax) in her hands. "Good to see you're up and about," Kakirusha said, and gave another one of her cute, petite smiles.
Alex was still paying attention to the svelte figure that was bestowed by the white dress with pink trimming and green sequins. He suddenly realized that he was staring at her (at her body, for that matter) and quickly shot back a smile as a reply, hoping he wasn't blushing. So this is why this room felt familiar; the caravan!
"Yeah, y-you could say that," the Eyrie said. He gr
Shattered Hearts - Part V
by: cruzerchic123 and purpledamekat
Of a Dimming Light and a Troubling Sight - Part V
Written by: cruzerchic123
It was not darkness, but grayness that she was walking around in. Everything around her was dull. All the people walking around her had no color; the trees, the village...they had no color. They had no expression.
They were empty.
And she was dangling from up above them...
She realized then that she had her hand clasped in somebody elses. She looked up, and her heart pounded. There, before her, like the sun about to kiss the sea, was him.
He smiled at her humbly; she nearly let go in spite of her shock, but he had his grasp on her. "This time, dear Kaki, I won't let go," he whispered softly, so gently. "And don't you let go."
Kaki gave a small smile up at the blue Lupe. "I will not," she vowed. "I will not."
* * * * * * * *
Her eyes opened.
Here she was, dreaming about her old love again, when everybody told her to le
The man waiting at the door adjusted his black baseball cap and raised an eyebrow. He'd been standing at the door for three minutes now, and Gene was most likely inside.
So why isn't he opening the door? Kid thought, frowning. He rapped his knuckles against the door again. "Gene, c'mon, I'm getting tired of standing here!" he called.
"For the love of Bowser, it's open!" a voice retorted frustratingly.
Kid rolled his eyes. "Well, you could've said that in the first place," he muttered, and placed his hand on the knob. As the knob turned, the door opened, and Kid walked in, glancing at the man with longer brown hair and a red hat read a Sportstar Golf magazine.
"Gee, so THAT'S what kept you," Kid groused, folding his arms. "Looking at yourself again?"
The man known as Gene Yuss looked up and flashed him a smug smile. "But of course," he replied. "I see nothing wrong with admiring The Gene and his glory."
How about an ego? Kid
Violets are Blue - Poem
Violets are Blue...
WARNING: This is a very short and bad poem...wait, how the heck is shortness a bad thing if it's a bad poem? XD
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
The former is cliché
So what shall I do?
Blue is of sadness
But of happiness too
I know pink you desire
But I know that deep down, you love blue
Besides, I couldn't afford roses
And as of now, blue fits you
So says the white ribbon
Who seems to like you
~ Alexandrion Terraflare (not Suzana, because she sure doesn't write bad like I do...hehe...)
Violets are Blue
Violets are Blue...
When she saw the violets lying on her red velvet mattress, she froze up.
The Aisha took a few breaths in, trying to calm herself down and settle her nerves. Placing a hand over the delicate, tiny flowers, wrapped around with a small white ribbon, she scooped them up in her hands and placed them near her heart. Her eyes gazed at them wistfully, as if recalling something.
Perhaps she could accomplish becoming a drama queen instead of a dancer, due to exaggeration, as her mother would've told her. She hated the color blue. No, she didn't hate her mother's good friend or others, and she wasn't racist, and she certainly did not hate her father or the hair she acquired from him in her genetic coding, but a certain Neopet made blue a painful color to her. Especially since the ocean blue of the violets she held in her paws reflected a painful memory from the past.
Sometimes blue was also the color of sorrow, as one of her
The Freaky Fangirl Frenzy - 11
The Freaky Fangirl Frenzy: Part 11
"Mommy," Jeran squeaked, and quickly pushed ALLEGRA to the ground. Her laser fired off and struck the statue, causing it to collapse. Jeran lost his balance and fell in the fountain with a scream, dropping his sword.
"Alright, that's it! Are we a bunch of cowards, or are we men?" Kass roared, waving his sword in the air.
"I'm gonna go with number one," Armin said, his eyes shifting around nervously.
"Kass is right!" Jeran said, standing and picking up his sword. "We gotta fight back! We're not just gonna run like little girls!"
"Didn't we already do that in, like, these past ten parts of the story?" Jacques asked.
"Well, yeah, technically...but who cares?" Jeran bellowed. "It's time to defy death and blaze in glory!"
"I think we're gonna fulfill death and blaze in flames, if you ask me," Armin muttered.
"ENOUGH PUTTING US DOWN!" Jeran ordered, waving his sword. "Alright, men, get into position!"
ALLEGRA was starting to get up.
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veins
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
The mosaic of life.The streams of color,
flowing and endless.
The mosaic of life never ends,
all it does is start a new panel.
One to be filled in by you.
Poem for Lou ReedTruly singular, an outsider’s outsider,
He learned well life’s hard truths, and was walking proof that
Your thoughts are only as deep as your faults.
Subjected to psychic savagery in his youth,
His mind took on an ever-changing persona
Always shifting between fame and failure.
A misfit, a hustler, a rake, a transformer,
A rogue, but not a charlatan, an objector,
But not a coward, never a coward.
An expert spinner of verse, he possessed a knack
For feel, impact, attitude, style; he always knew
Which words were those worth the listener’s while.
His means and his methods were fittingly erratic:
He would spend his days crafting curiosities
Only to then neglect and forget them.
What was important, though, wasn’t his works or quirks,
Nor his talent for causing a storm at a stroke,
But what he and his friends set in motion.
They would, unwittingly, forever change the way
We’d hear the sounds the mind thought it already kn
I Am: 2I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention. I wait and
I wonder when someone will come and question me, question the things I do and why I do them for
I hear this floating voice that belongs to no one and
I see a shape that resembles a person and
I want no more than to mold and sharpen that image into someone... but
I fear that will never happen for
I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention.
I pretend to actually talk with my friends, face to face instead over wavelengths of the internet; hear their voice and see their smiles and stupid hand gestures! I felt...
I feel like they're really there. That people I've never met are with me in my room, sitting next to me- and I really want that. I know
I touch them; emotionally, that is.
I worry about that, actually. I'm happy to know that I've had an impact on people I will never know. And more tha
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
I miss youIf there could be any way
That I could just reach your hand
And hold it tight in mine
Is it so far away
I just seem to be unable
To catch it
I love you
The moon's full now
And keeps me awake
All along the dark night
The stars get weaker every time
I look above at them
And you aren't there
I love you
It's been too long
Your eyes are fading from my mind
I can't remember them in detail
Your face's lines
Are blurry when I try to see it in my head
I love you
I miss you too much even
My tears are all used up
My eyes are dry as the cold wind
Blowing around me
I'm frozen to the bones
I miss you
Why I Hold On TighterThe gunshot echoes penetrating the air,
Increasing tensions in military warfare.
Knives that puncture and slice apart,
Fists of rage that damage skin and heart.
Explosions and smoke so sudden and fast,
No time to recover from the devastating blast.
A moment frozen in time after the disease diagnosed,
Tears falling on a body lifeless and comatose.
Car horns and screeching wheels on the pavement so loud,
Two victims of a crash of the rain from a cloud.
Though all of these things do not fill me with fright,
It is to you, my dear, they make me hold tight.
NietykalneWięzione w drewnianej szkatule,
Na swoją kolej czekają.
Chłód otula je czule,
Samotnie w ciemnościach mieszkają.
Ubywa ich z każdą nocą,
I z każdym wschodem słońca.
Choć zadziwiają swą mocą,
To złudny jest w grze tej brak końca.
Aż dnia pewnego odpłyną,
Nie będzie do czego wracać,
Gdyż sny są ulotną chwilą;
Nie można ich w palcać obracać.
Poetic DarknessPoetic Darkness
We are made of waiting—
Bending over, stabbing the chest,
Nothing but bullets and pain.
Then why did I cry today,
When I dreamt your suicide note?
All day long I had been carrying these tears hidden.
You feel as if the music is happily heading
like mountain chains, hurdling ridges, peaks and mesas.
The thought will flicker, and then go out.
A dove wing folded
Is merely bent, beaten.
And then the devil glances into the room.
He’s like a crow in a crowd of magpies.
The saints and the sinners say the same thing:
“Today, like every other day, we wake up empty,”
“Night also sleeps,”
“Desire is a cold drink,”
“Nothing in nature is a metaphor.”
Beautiful, really, the way the buildings fall in.
It was my sister who fell in love
with a boy who walked on land
I thought she was featherbrained and stupid
And that she'd never have his hand
But when I saw that Usul boy's friend
I felt my mind go ablur
His fiery hair, his twinkling golden eyes
His tawny amber fur
He was to swim and search for Maraqua
So that the pirates wouldn't win
He got lost, so I helped him out
To my shock, he gave me a grin
All my life, people seemed to hate me
But he wanted to be my friend
That Kyrii seemed so kind and helpful
All my negative emotions seemed to end
My life was one of depression
For prophetic nightmares, I got the boot
But this guy, he makes me happy
He's also kind of cute
And when he fights, by Borovan!
He seems so fierce and strong
He gave that comment to me as well
And we've felt some kind of bond
Now him and I are a couple
With so much in common to say
But my sister and his best friend
Well, with them it's not such a sunny day...
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