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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
Another Writing MemeCongratulation! Your characters have won a free trip to this super special awesome place! There is no way this trip could go wrong... or is it?
- 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
Silent FilmSilent Film
i watch movies
with the sound turned off.
coffee stains on my couch
as my eyes stare at the screen.
requiem for a dream careen,
carom off broad pupils
as the air conditioning
converses with shadows.
light bouncing off glass--
it’s the only lively thing here.
sitting on the edge of irony.
loveseat divots as sitting love pivots
and we were just a hiccup
in romanticised gossip rising
from hungry tongues
and parched throats.
as memories kiss me,
i drop the clicker to the carpet.
i haven’t vacuumed in ages.
intravenous inception is a depressant
watching electro-shock therapy
wishing i was thrown into that box.
heavy eyelids scintillate
to a crawl,
my life is a silent film
and i’m bursting like ellen,
suffering from a psychosis cocktail.
coffee and shit mixed in with demons
of a diluted denizen,
disintegrated before riven.
before folding like sara,
bending into origami
and discarded into the shredder.
twenty-threescars are like tattoos
no matter how
they got there, you still
like the look of them.
Her name was HeroHer name was Hero,
such a high thing to live up to.
It promised great things for her,
but she was none.
well, none except one.
She was a small girl,
Who always bowed down to others,
was looked down upon by others,
spit upon by others until she was just another smudge in the greasy linoleum tile hallways of this prison.
Her name was Hero.
She was taught to embrace the cool pull of the rope,
the indifferent slice of the knife,
the vibrant red of the galls and cuts became the only color in her life.
She was grey.
And every day she looked into the great abyss of social media,
and she was popular.
She couldn't escape her fate even when in the perpetual twilight of her neglected room
where grey walls met grey floors through a hidden door.
But she endured.
Her name was Hero,
and when she graduated from the class of "we made it" and "Embrace the hate",
Until one da
twenty-twoyou aren't supposed to bury your children.
but if you're the one that killed them,
i guess it doesn't matter
Contest - Create a World unseenI was filled with joy
That soon came to an end
When I saw your hand
Reaching for the doorknob
While I stared at the door
Waiting for you to burst in
About to destroy this place
of peace and serenity
I swallowed hard
One last time
The door swung open
Your eyes filled with
Ignorance and confusion
You looked at me
Being bare naked and
Your confusion made place
And before you could even
say a word-
I shut down the light,
left my thoughts
And turned to dark.
To my once muse. It seems that centuries have passed sense I savored your name on my lips.
Sugary and moist, like the bottom end of a strawberry.
Now, whenever I whisper it;
it tastes like bitter old cigarettes.
I have been told to loathe endings.
But I can't help but love the way the spine of the book creases to a close.
Dust mites residing in the crooks of metaphors.
Of gleaming memories that had long began to rust.
As if the puffs of the cigarette were flavored with strawberries.
You, who with her single existence fueled me with the soupy red of hatred.
Melancholic blues of regret.
And vibrant buds of acceptance.
Who shall I write poems about now?
You have stringed my similes across your languid neck.
Cracked my irony between bony knuckles.
Chewed by conjugated verbs.
No matter what, remember you are special.
So much more than you shall ever know.
You were my m
HappyWake up be positive
Going to have an amazing day
Watching my babies is going to be a joy
Even if I have to force myself I am going to be happy today
Not going to worry about anything but being with my little family
Catch the WindOut in this world, you'll never reach the sky.
Perched up in a tree, no use of your wings.
Words will bounce and sounds will dim
"Why don't you do it? Just fly."
You'll say no
You'll say the view is much nicer up here.
Well that's it, isn't it?
It's just a view.
"Don't you want to perch on that sight?"
Fools stay still
Fools let the world stomp on those wings.
But you'll say you don't need them.
"Well what if you do soon?"
Over countless lectures
And endless wisdom
You'll stay in your tree.
And say it's better for you
Then it is for me.
Who can say when or if you'll branch away
Over the cliffs and through the plains.
But then you will.
For once, you'll see.
The only thing holding me back
Not everybody will ever get to fly.
But please, oh please try
Before you die.
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.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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