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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.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
Our Captain (Robin Williams Remembrance Poem)Oh, Captain
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You came to us as an Alien,
from the Planet Ork.
But through the Years,
You made Home in Our Hearts
We Saluted You over the Airwaves
We Watched You get Sucked in a Game,
And Haul Your Family in the Big Rolling Turd.
You were a British Nanny,
Who was actually their Dad.
A Business Man,
Who was actually Peter Pan.
A Crazy Scientist,
Making a Being called Flubber.
Who Just Wanted to be Free.
You were a Robot,
Made of Rusty Old Parts.
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You became the Man of the Year,
And the Wax Figurine Exhibit
Of the Twenty-Sixth President
Of the United States of America.
You Were the World’s Greatest Dad,
And the World’s Greatest Therapist.
You Had a License to Wed
And be a Kid,
Who Grew Up Four Times Too Fast.
You only Won One Oscar.
But that’s okay.
We Love all Your Other Works Anyways…
We Will Miss You
to a crucifix
on the left side
of his neck
tells me he can end all
of your suffering -
and i look at him
and i cross my arms, thinking
he can't even do this
DoormatI let you walk
All over me
Like the floor
Beneath your feet
And I never complain
The floor doesn't
If the floor complained
When you walked on it
You would be very annoyed
And you would probably
So I don't complain
Because I don't want
To be replaced
And I let you
Push me around
Like a cart
Through a shop
And I never push back
The cart doesn't
If the cart pushed back
When you pushed it
You would get hurt
And you would probably
So I don't push back
Because I don't want
To be left alone
Now, and forever more
Who lets you
Wipe your feet on my face
I love you
But I question
If you love me back
Because who would love
A dirty old Doormat?
It Trapped Her, It Released HerWhen I was younger, and little girl, I wanted a little brother.
So when she got home, I excitedly ran down stairs to tell my mother
She looked at me nervously, and brushed my question away.
“Honey, I don't have time now, we'll talk about it another day.”
I was slightly disappointed because my friends all had younger siblings,
I only had an older sister who tried her best to ignore me.
But that day she heard what I asked my mother and after dinner, pulled me in her room.
And with a sneer she whispered silently, “Mother sent our little brother to heaven too soon.”
At the age of nine, with a child's mind, I had no idea with that meant.
“Is that why Daddy went away, because he misses him?”
“Daddy got depressed and died,” she replied with a scowl,
“But don't be sad, he's in the clouds, he's with our brother now.”
Days went by and I remained silent,
yet I could see the light in my mother's eyes no longer lit.
After my question she w
I died todayI died today
Took my own life
I was tired
I was desperate
And now I'm dead
People never cared
So I left them behind
Now a new life awaits
Beyond the gates of Hell
SkinnyI wish you'd believe me,
When I tell you you're pretty,
That you don't need to skip a meal or run 7 miles,
Just so you can be skinny,
You talk about how you hate yourself,
You wish you could be stunning, beautiful, gorgeous.
You think that if you looked like a model,
That you'd never be lonely,
Everyone would love you.
You think you d get that guy you ve been dreaming of,
Maybe mommy and daddy wouldn't be so harsh if they had a pretty little girl.
You re skin and bone,
But that is not good enough,
You need less and less,
And every pound that disappears,
You begin to lose yourself in a vicious cycle.
Until you re consumed and it eats away at you.
I beg you to listen to me,
I want you to know that you mean everything,
But you don't care,
And then when the ambulances came,
And carried you away...
There was nothing more I could say...
I guess you were unaware,
That you were already beautiful.
Breathing RoomI leave chrysanthemums
scattered at your feet on tile floor
like the pencil shavings piled
on your desk.
"The flower of death,"
with Rorschach roses on your knuckles
and the hint of a warrior
in the line of your lips,
you sketch bears with open jaws
and black-shadow eyes
in the margins of your math book
with permanent ink.
The hooded abyss of your gaze
you can't bring yourself to say:
Love is short
and prone to fading.
It's a good thing I don't mind breathing life
into negative spaces.
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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