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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
- - -
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,
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...
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
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
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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