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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
- - -
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.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
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...
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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