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Steps in the SnowWhite flurries coated the city with it's sparkling presence and quiet nature. Snowflakes slowly fell to the ground, glistening on everything it came into contact with. By looking out into the world through a window, its beauty was massively apparent. Mahiru and Hiyoko gazed outwards with such wondrous facial features.
"Let's go sledding, Big Sis Koizumi!" The shorter blonde cried out, etching the most joyous of expressions on her face while clutching onto the photographer's arm. "This is the first snow of the season! It will be really fun!" Mahiru could tell Hiyoko was anxious to go outside, and frankly, it would be a lie if the red-head said she didn't want to enter the white-covered streets for herself.
"Alright, I don't mind. Just..Make sure you dress properly, okay?" In which her green hues looked downwards at the dancer, the smallest of pink tints glowing on her cheeks as Hiyoko's grip tightened.
"Of course!" In which the two then headed towards the closet, bundling themselves up
PMMM/SDR2: Mahiru Koizumi's WitchUpon entering, there’s a big room similar to that of a lounge. There’s a couple couches with red velvet, and hanging on the walls are photographs Koizumi had taken. There is a large curtain at the end; Swinging it open, a dark room is shown. Chemicals are spilled on the floor, and there are shards of old pictures scattered everywhere. Flashes of light would attempt to blind the magical girl fighting her; Here, familiars begin to show themselves. It is hard to see them considering it is dark, but their eyes are lit a bright yellow—They look similar to that of a firefly, but bigger in size.
Now, for where the actual witch is: The scenery here looks like where a photographer would take professional photographs. There are dark green curtains on the walls, and all around are photography materials. In the corner, there is even a chair with a green screen behind it. The camera in said room is enlarged with its lens focusing on the magical girl.
The witch looks like a human b
Musical Bonds♪ Raise one hand to the sky!
Raise them both!
Lift them high!
And you'll cut through the darkness,
Make it go! ♪
The girls bolted off the bus, pumped up upon hearing music blasting through the brightly lit stadium. Their eyes widened as they opened the thick doors; The stage was surrounded by hundreds of people, cheering and waving rainbow-colored glow sticks.
"Wow..this is amazing..!" Ritsu's enthusiastic voice could barely be heard over all the noise and music, but nevertheless, they all felt the same way.
"D-Do we really get to perform here too, Ritsu-senpai?" Azusa's eyes glistened as she stared in awe; The stage set up was near perfection, and the audience was all hyped up and ready to hear more music.
"Yup, of course! We're Houkago Tea Time, after all!" She placed her arm around Azusa as they both followed the signs that led them backstage; They didn't realize the rest of the band was still up front, watching the current band performing. The two stood in the en
Sayaka's SilenceAs the sun began to set, Sayaka quietly sat alongside the park, watching families pack up their belongings for the day as they headed home. The blue haired girl's eyes glistened at the passing children whom stopped to look at her; She let out a light smirk at them and said, "Hey..The park will be here again tomorrow, you know." The children giggled along with her as they strolled away with their mothers. Sayaka glanced at them from behind until they were no longer in sight.
The female placed her right hand on the cold, wooden bench; She played with a piece of wood sticking out of it as her eyes darted all around her. Why was she here anyways? She began to question her own mentality; Prior to coming to the park, she had gotten in a quarrel of sorts with her best friend, Madoka. If she couldn't even make her friend happy, what was she supposed to do?
She let out a long sigh now that she was all alone in the park. She gripped her cell phone and tugged it out, checking to see if she
Genius FoolTo be a fool, or to be a genius..What does either really mean?
Is shedding tears considered ones strengths or weaknesses?
Fragments of hope and despair circle throughout time and space continuum.
A fool's smile may be just as genuine as a divine genius.
The hands that reach out to the light up above struggle to hold on tightly.
Rays of sunlight beam down upon the Earth, and with those, ones path may become enlightened.
Winter DaysAfter fighting witches all day, the Puella Magi's decided to walk around town and look at the beautiful decorations Mitakihara had to offer. It was a chilly winter day: The snow was beginning to fall, the air was crisp, and people were smiling from afar.
"Whoa, look at that gingerbread house! It looks so good that it makes me want to eat it up!" Sayaka Miki stared at the holiday décor in awe. Kyoko ran over to Sayaka's side as they both began to joyfully look up and down at all the gingerbread houses. Madoka giggled as her best friend enjoyed herself, and Mami was taking pictures of anything she could find. Homura stayed by Madoka's side as she admired this beautiful scene. She thought to herself, "If only things could last like this forever.."
"Hey guys! Look! The tree lighting ceremony is going to begin soon!" Kyoko called out to everyone as she wandered towards the center of town. Mami perked up with excitement as she ran towards Kyoko to reserve a nice view for the lights.
Waiting For Her HeroThe sorrow cries of her heart cannot be kept unearthed any longer. It extends it's comforting, lonely arms out in hopes another's may feel a connection. As each day goes by with no success, it releases it's pain through hidden eyes as depressing teardrops stream out of her sad-looking eyes, roll down her rosy cheeks, and fall loudly onto the wooden floor.
Every day it waits, but it cannot do this much longer. The heart in which the body envelopes pleads for another to un-root it's deeper meaning; It hopes for one whom will comfort it, protect it, tell it she has worth.
The hearts pain eventually becomes even more rooted as it physically and mentally strains on the user's body. The girl in which she lives in has yet to please her saddened heart. She cries and hopes that one day, someone will truly wish for her to be theirs.
Days, months, and years go by with no success. The saddened girl is approaching adulthood, and she has yet to please her aching heart. She watches as others pass her
Darkened WingsAmidst the cloudy sky, there lay a dozen beautiful birds soaring with ease. All of these birds had beautiful, white feathers that glistened as the sun hit their mellow faces. Their chirps echoed like a wonderful melody, and their eyes shone with friendliness and smiles.
People would gather outside their cramped environments just to stare at the beautiful birds fly by. Children awed at the sight of these doves and glimpses of joy scattered beneath their little faces. One by one, the birds flew past the citizens; "1..2..3..11.."But nobody would stay to watch the 12th bird. As the beautiful show passed the humans' faces, their smiles would turn to disgust as the final doze flew past-It was known worldwide as the "Dark" dove. Nobody knew why it was this color and not a single human being saw it in a hopeful light.
As the birds flew past each city one by one, all of their reactions were the same. The darkened dove felt isolated and humiliated; All it could do was fly past their horri
Shy BeautySoft-spoken eyes and a kind, beautiful heart.
Words of beauty that can never break her apart.
Fearful stories are what scars her so.
Left-handed instruments and musical flows.
Lovely lyrics bewilder the crowd.
Embarrassment will not be allowed.
She hides in the back and stares with such fright.
Her beautiful fingers make a wonderful sight.
Graceful fingers and gorgeous black hair.
She shivers in fear as the awe-spoken stare.
Behind her bass are notes of glory.
Underneath that smile is a wonderful story.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
The Clock of LoveTime is slowly running out.
In my heart lodges doubt.
If I could freeze time to be with you eternally, I would.
If I could re-do my first meeting with you, I would.
The clock is quickly ticking by.
I have nothing by my side.
If I could forever make you smile, I'd try.
If I could embrace you until death, I'd try.
My soul awaits the pain.
Until I can love you again.
If only you saw my true self.
If only you saw nothing else.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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