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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.
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...)
My best friend once told me about
A pretty lassie at sea
I laughed at him and said in reply
"You've got to be kidding me!"
Then that lassie rescued me, and me friend ain't kiddin'
She was somethin', that mermaid, no doubt
But when I clapped me eyes on her bonny sister
By Borovan, I'm checking her out!
Ugly? No! But uniquely pretty
With lavender purple hair
The Aisha's violet eyes were angry and sad
But it's her that had my care
She was asked to search for Maraqua
But I got the task instead
I got lost, but she came in the nick o' time
And saved my big pea-brained head
I took an instant liking
To this depressed and sad lady fair
I seemed to make her happy
and got a smile from the girl with purple hair
When I saw her attack, Mother of Queen Fyora!
That lassie's magic's so powerfully great
I'll bet we're so strong because of each other
And to kill these bloody pirates we hate
Now we seem to have a future
A nice one, as it goes
Sadly I can't say the same
with my best friend and her sister,
Wail of the Eyeless Siren
Wail of the Eyeless Siren
by: Vanessa C.
There is an old tale, one so old it is almost forgotten, about a siren that dwells in the dark waters of the Pacific Coast. Before I tell you that tale, you will have to hear this one, so that you may understand.
Once, long ago, mythical creatures existed. Centaurs, pegasi, unicorns, even winged unicorns, ran across the land. Phoenixes, griffins, and dragons conquered the air. Mermaids and sirens controlled the waters. Any mythical creature you could think of, even those evil ones from legends, like the Manticore and Gorgons. Then something happened, and all these creatures vanished out of nowhere.
But not the mermaids and the sirens. Some of them managed to survive. For years and even centuries they would sing their alluring songs, pulling fishermen and other unfortunate men into their trap, to have them killed. Those who survived would always be pale, with eyes strained from poor sleep, and one day their wives would find them dead in th
Thinking of you
It was when I swam up to surface
I saw you up on the hill
You looked so handsome and cute
And you almost made me trill
But I just stared up at you
Watching you grip tight
You turned down to look at me
While the sun shone down some light
Our eyes locked, they couldn't part
Then your friend came with help
You took one look before you went up
And then I swam back to my world of kelp
And whilst I swim in these waters
I see you in my head
I really need some rest right now
I think I'll go to bed
But as I sleep, I see a horrible vision
Oh, what will I ever do?
Years have passed and I saw your doom
I just can't stop thinking of you...
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
No AirI never expected to love you.
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
But I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
PerfectionWhat is perfection and what is not?
Does anybody know that besides god?
Is someone out there who can tell me?
Or do I have to do die and ask god, maybe?
Question over question flying through my brain.
If I don’t find perfection, will my life be in vain?
Everyone had flaws and makes mistakes.
Maybe I have to lower the stakes.
I’m looking for one, just one perfect thing only.
But as time goes by even I get lonely.
Cold and empty, but beating is my heart.
I want perfection, even if it’s just a shard!
Moving on as the time passes me by.
No perfection, no matter how far I fly.
Each and every place, no perfection there.
Can humans be perfect and worlds rightful heir?
Now I am standing close to the edge, full of fear.
Suddenly it comes to me, I smile and see it clear.
No matter how and where you grow up, you are perfection.
Because you are only you and not someones copy or reflection.
I'm AddictedBasked in your blue glow
Far into the small morning hours
I discover more than I could know
My goal is consumption
Of Knowledge, so I combat fatigue
And it takes control - my obsession
Read this, watch that
How can I ignore anything
There are facts upon facts upon facts
That I could memorize
And so I sit and stare
At the screen, mesmerized
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...
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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