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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.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
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...
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