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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
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.
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.
Eternal Land of HopeConcrete pathways hide a pure future beyond the dark clouds.
Eternal seas of hope and despair wash ashore the glimmering lands.
Rays of sunshine descend upon those deemed innocent and pure.
Overcasting gloom departs the greenery of smiles and love.
Compatibility arises as the light shines upon the bright future.
Stars and creatures trail behind as the once mythological sidewalk becomes reality.
She Will Fight AloneThe world around her slowly crumbles beneath her trembling feet.
Former friends pass her by as she cries on the lonesome street.
Her hands embrace her face as tears slowly soak through.
All those who once loved her now say adieu.
Her mind tells her to stay, her heart points away.
She knows what to do; She will hope and pray.
The things she once fought for vanished right before her eyes.
She suddenly stands up and wipes her tears dry.
Everyone may have left her alone in this violent place.
But alone she will stand, alone she will race.
If nobody wishes to have her love and assistance.
Then alone she will fight, alone in the distance.
GoodbyeAbandon me in the shadows if it leads you to a happier life.
With every move I make I feel as though I am turning you further and further away.
Those glimpses of hope physically mask themselves behind these undeserving tears.
Any chance I once had is probably swept under the rug now.
After seeing my endless silly obsessions, I'm sure you would never want to be with someone like me.
It pains my heart to see you slowly slipping from my grasp; I wish I could be yours.
Our fingers slowly slip away from each other as you turn your head in shame.
I guess this is goodbye.
Let Love Be FreeLet's run away from this musky old town and show our true love to the world.
We can aimlessly wander, free of judgment and hatred. We can finally be ourselves.
Shame can bury itself in a far away land; we can laugh, smile, and kiss whenever we want.
Instead of hiding in the dark, mysterious forest, our love can shine bright like the sun's shining rays.
Our hands can finally form a close bond of tenderness and affection.
Smiles can be genuine, and kisses can be sincere.
Freedom is now our horizon; Our relationship is hidden no longer.
My dear, let us love freely.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
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.
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