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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.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
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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