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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.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Echoes we are like
in the middle
but not quite
what we truly
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
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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