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Storybook WonderlandA strange Wonderland,
Comprised of the breaking reality.
What’s here is now,
A lonely child’s domain.
A sky a vibrant hue,
A bright world free of strife.
Something comprised with wonders alone,
By the enigmatic girl,
Stands here untouched.
A storybook land,
Her fascination birthing its existence.
The Cheshire girl,
Seeks the missing residents,
Of a storybook Wonderland.
“Madness and paradox,
Reality and dreamscape,
It collides in the borders,
Colliding with Fiction.
Here in Wonderland,
Will be a domain for two…
Maybe an endless amount!”
A lonely Cheshire’s madness,
Reigns ultimately here.
Anomaly or Paradox,
Fantasy and Reality,
It’s all the same now.
Like a fairytale,
Or a lucid dream…
“Would one even know,
If this is Reality,
Or a Dream?
One’d be aware.
Cheshire’s lost track,
Some Character TriviaOnia:
~The bizarre pronouncation of Onia's name does not match its spelling, often leading to other RPers calling her 'Onya' rather than the proper "O-Nye-Uh."
~In more personal works, I've developed of a habit of referring to her as the "Broken Alice" as a reference her mental state and the major influence of 'Alice' on her visual design.
~Onia's first outfit prior to the timeskip was slightly reminiscent to the Eastern 'Alice.'
~The second outfit is a more blatant reference and focused on the more widely-known concept.
~Onia is the first character that has actually developed so far that I am sometimes literally stumped in how to have her react to a situation.
~Though it doesn't look like it, Onia's mental state is still on the verge, but Onia is the type that doesn't like to burden others with her own despair.
~It's pretty much in collective agreement that if Zyntar or Otaryn were to die, Onia's mentality would entirely break, though the results following are unknown.
DreamerWhen I was very young,
I dreamed of distant lands.
My brother and I,
Made everything a game.
The boundaries of my mind,
Were limitless and holding open gates,
To vibrant new worlds.
I learned that reality was just as beautiful,
Though cruel as well,
And the crystal clear images piled further.
To endlessly convey those thoughts,
Through the power of my words,
Is the wish I’ve forever held,
Deep inside my heart.
I am a Dreamer,
The borders of Fantasy and Reality,
Gently meeting with bounded seams.
A vibrancy of sight,
A brightness of emotion,
And clarity born of strife and aspiration.
For Lucy: Apparition in the Gray RainThe world is bleak,
And colored only in
Stains of gray.
It wasn't this way before,
but without you,
All I can see is this bleak,
Our hearts had intertwined,
And our emotions were connected deeply.
I felt I could always be happy.
Though my world was always gray,
You had been the one to light it with vivid reflections of color.
The box in my pocket,
It's tiny, but it feels so heavy.
My tears won't cease their flow.
I had wanted to spend my life with you,
But you were gone before I could say anything.
Standing here in the rain,
The world looks as bleak as it ever has,
But at least it conceals my tears.
When I start to the house,
I swear I see something strangely familiar.
A figure of white,
But there is something warm in that familiar expression.
A soft reassurance,
From the one I thought I'd never see.
Our hands connect for the final time,
And we dance in this bleak, silver rain,
But to me, it's so bright,
Until you leave my side.
My tears are falling more than t
Requiem for a Fool's Dream and a Deluded Reality"Is this your indiscriminate justice? Your deluded judgement? Then it is a Fate I refuse to succumb to..."
The countless days that pass
Bare only images of blood and treachery.
I, who seeks only a sense of Peace,
Bends farther under the weight of each recurring tragedy,
Only baring a broken smile and standing once again.
For a world tainted by Hatred and Sadness,
I try to pave a path for Happiness and Peace.
Again and again, I break through the chains of the Pain and Treachery.
"Is it only I, whom is deluded?"
Stained by blood so thoroughly that my form is wracked with Pain,
I still refuse to fall and speak the countless words I want to reach...
Yet this world is too full of those who live only to be alive,
Too full of those who grip their ears and clench their eyes shut.
The few that open their eyes and listen,
Are the ones that are cleaved apart.
"Is this what one would call Reality?"
One by one,
The brave fall to ignorant masses that gather closer.
In the End,
It is only Fear and Ma
Colors of the SoulFloods of color spill around
Emanating with sadness and with joy
I find myself here today
Watching all the color fill the sky
Painting hearts with fleeting shades
Azure within our hearts for pain that we endure
Yellow in our hearts for the happiness that makes us shine
Just how far does it all extend?
That which creates beauty
Is the root of that which destroys it
That which brings our sadness
Is the same as that which gives us hope
And round-about are we
The people on this Earth
The colors that we etch within our hearts
That bleed within the sky
Are the reflection of our souls
That go unseen forevermore
Lost in Time
Lost Within the EveningThe tick-tock of the evening's natural clock
Seems to signal the end of something
As a foreboding sign
I, who held blindly to you
Knew nothing of the world around me
Before I even came to know it
I couldn't see anything at all except for the darkness
You, who was always by my side
Are no longer where I can see you
I can't grasp your hand at all
Or make out your silhouette
Tears and a faint singing voice
Mix together with tinges of fear
Now, I'll call out hopelessly for you
Whom I have lost somewhere behind
These few I have led with me
Their numbers dwindle as they're swallowed by death
Cries will not return them to my side
I must be brave now
I must be a Leader
Their tears and my own
Mingle and create an azure hue of sadness
But all that I can see
Are the distorted figures of red and black
That move now before my green eyes
Here alone, I must try to become an adult
Those who's lives are on my shoulders
Their numbers dwindle and heart only shatters more as they go
I, who lon
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- Pick 10 of your OCs in any order. If you don’t have 10 characters use canon or borrow your friends's charies, whatever!
- Don't look at the questions while picking the characters!
- Link back to the blank.
- Have fun!
PICK YOUR VIC... er, I mean WINNERS!
1. Karun Yunatsu
2. Lucy Winters
3. Ravare Udel
4. Rachelle Linet
1. First, , do you have any statements before depart?
Arzium: Where are we going?~
2. Rejoice! You guys will travel on this scary looking train! Cool isn't it? Does  have any problem with this choice of transportation?
Rose: Scary? It does not bother me at all....~Cants head~
3. We are about to start! But  and  delay the depart time by show up late together. What are their reasons?
Ako: I got lost~
Onia: I couldn't find her anyway..
TreasureThe sun seems bright today
And is dotting everything in gold
Here in the trees
I can feel a cool breeze sweeping by
As I close my eyes
I can see you all there...
My feelings of lonliness and sadness
Melt away and are carried away from me
Your arms holding me
Are warm and block out all the cold
I'm not scared anymore
Because you are here with me
Once again I understand
What love is
You all have taught me this
And so much more
I'll never be all alone again
Not with you here, my closest friends and family
I'm learning with all my might
So that one day
I will be strong like you all have taught me
Things once fleeting
That now burn within my heart
That is my treasure
That I'll always hold close
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
untitled.the dirt between
running, soles like
humming thunder whisper
hush, but these walls are made of
(i can't hear you).
chest burning, soaring-
past lives mumbling like
a burnt out radio,
you grace the ground with
and your bare feet
brush in the quiet
against the buzz of the earth
in a field of
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
The Ramblings of a Frozen SoulIt is cold
My fingertips are the most repulsive shade of blue
And my feet linger within the vile chambers of my stomach
Desperation led to this
Fueled by madness
I would be walking out of the cave...
...Had I had the limbs to carry me there
It is cold
Too cold to even scream
But you know...
I do still miss her
The girl who used to be the thing known as my love
Or at least I miss the part of her that was... "alive"
She's still with me
I talk to her frequently
I remember just recently I asked if she'd marry me
She's still thinking about it
Within the chamber that she is suspended in
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she can't see me
Sometimes I wonder if,
Even though her eyes are open,
She can't see through what's supposed to be a two-way window
Sometimes I think I'm talking through a one-way window
...I really hope I'm not.
Even though she's encased behind the ice
Even though I've lost all feeling
I still "feel" warm when I'm with her
Damn you northern winds
We Did NothingIt wasn't funny.
We looked at each other,
then to the front,
our doe eyes reflecting the neon bright question;
What do we do?
We could hear him,
feel his anguish,
but we did not know what to do.
we did nothing
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.
Taken to and fro by the breeze.
Locations seen that could no be believed.
Till the wind grabs and shreds.
pass up the opportunity
as violet rain
scorches and scourges
roust thyself up
dress in black and stand tall
your captain nears
they say he passes
like a ghost which haunts
our very walls
as we pray amidst this downpour
in the hope
that we live
to see another bleak sun
that our blades
pierce the flesh
of our most vile enemies
that we don’t fall
to their steel
or worse that our morals slip
onto the captain’s sword
SkyWhat can bring darkened thoughts,
When I'm staring at this sky?
What dark reverie can dissolve the light,
Brought by that blue sky?
The bright rays of gold and paled blue,
Are painted with a gentle turn of wrist.
The green grass below,
Is dappled with gold reflections of the sun.
From a windowsill,
I watch it slowly melt the black,
Of the midnight's glow,
With stretching wings.
Light paints the colors of dawn,
Like an artist slowly creating a perfect drawing.
I watch silently,
By the windowsill.
That sky brings hope,
And in these moments,
Dark rays can be swept away.
The bright colors of that sky,
Are like ribbons of gold.
Watching from my room,
I can see dawn repaint a once dark sky.
The silver-ribboned clouds are now cotton-shaped.
With a gentle tune ringing by as I hum,
I'll step from here to there in some time,
And watch the remaining few flowers lift tired faces toward the sun.
In the Winter,
Trees can only reach a crooked hand upward,
Not yet bearing blossoms and bloom.
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