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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
Daddy Don'tDaddy don't
Come home from school. It's already starting- the noise of yelling, glass crashing across the wall. Daddy please don't. Please don't do that- don't hurt mommy. Bruises have fade but the memories still remain.
Battle towards children eventually. Hidden in the closet when daddy starts stumbling. Daddy don't . Back up please out of my face Daddy don't. Don't spit at me. Daddy don't. Don't hit me. Daddy don't. Please that hurts. Daddy please. I cant take it anymore. Daddy please. Please stop I'm bleeding. Daddy don't. I cant see. Daddy Don't. I'm fading. Daddy don't. I cant hear. Daddy don't. Bye Daddy. Hi Father. I will protect my mother now.
MeId rather be me and have few friends then have many friends but don't know who the person that is looking back at me in the mirror
Briny HymnBriny Hymn
as I bathe
all that is
in silvery light,
I lure the tide
to lap the shore.
and the moon
calls out to me
to caress the sand
in a watery blanket.
so I filter through,
washing every golden bead clean;
sand resting soundly
in my crevices.
I shimmer upon slumbering forms
far below, on the firmament.
I conduct my nighttime symphony
in perfect harmony,
the wolves wail,
the cicadas chirrup,
the owls cry out
and ravens rove.
and I add my own notes
to the sound of Mother nature's tunes.
crashing down wave after wave;
the bass of the impact
echoes through the shoreline
as I leave records of the wind.
sailors and marine creatures alike,
understand the jagged beauty
of my blustering anthem.
only the foggy blanket
can dampen my spirit,
and immerse my song
in the suffocating depths.
I've never struggled so much
to be heard above the dissonance.
my frost smoke layers
are becoming too much for her.
I do what I have done to so m
AddictionDrink this it will help they say
Pop this it will make your pain go away
It feels good I can breath I don't feel the pain in my heart until I come down
Head hurts Feel sick Need more Do it all over again
Liquid and pills are my friends Need help Here it comes Sick Feel like something is crawling in my skin
No I got this Don't need it anymore
Don't need the people Don't need the liquor Don't need the pills
Don't answer the phones Don't answer the doors
I got this Now I can see life again Ain't going to be another statistic Don't need them
danse macabreIn the end they were all the same
they sat on whitewashed church steps,
toeing the ground in resignation,
hoping their furtive glances
to the left and to the right
would go unnoticed by
the stronger and more stable man
a few steps closer to the doors.
The flood of people became a trickle,
just a dribbling until
the last man -
somehow they knew he was the last
settled onto the lawn
and in unison the crowd rose.
There was no leader to the band, though
the closest was the beggar
who had expected this day
more than any other.
He was flanked by a lawyer,
a doctor and a thief.
They exchanged silent glances;
a new clarity reflected in ancient faces
as they lifted their heads together and
trudged on as one.
Here they gather,
scuff and shuffle;
lock eyes and make peace with equality.
Where did you go?Where did you go? I miss you so!
Where did you go? Do you remember your family?
Where did you go? Why did you have to pop that one pill which started everything?
Where did you go? I don't recognize you anymore!
Where did you go? All the black outs, fights, stealing from your loved ones, stealing your daughter's Christmas presents just cuz you needed to chase that stardust.
Where did you go? You couldn't get enough.
Where did you go? To heaven.
Where did you go? What am I going to tell our daughter?
Is that all?
A burst of
and all I get
and all I get
Give me more
I need to know
what to improve
what to change
what to try
Don't give me
How To Be A WriterMy parents said I shouldn't be a writer,
and throughout the last few weeks
of scarcely sprawling stray thoughts
on the napkins that line my trash bin,
I'm inclined to believe them.
Without a medical degree folded in my back pocket,
my wallet's looking a lot thinner;
I'm left with an abused and worn vocabulary
sagging on the edge of its seat,
stinking of whatever poison-laced shock value
I inject into my phrases,
and festering in the melodrama
of a teenage conspiracy theorist's soul.
(It smells kinda like rebellion, miniskirts, black nails, and rolling eyes.)
I hate to be the cliche of a struggling artist,
But a cliche is better than a nobody, or so I've read;
So at least it's something to hold on to.
My notebook is growing blanker by the sunrise,
and with every passing week,
my head falls on a layer of bills
instead of silk-lined sheets.
My pen's ink has started to boil and rot
on the other side of my writer's block,
and though my thin career is a hard pillow to accept,
even harder wou
Golden rays brighten.
Up in the sky,
Velvet clouds drift so lazily.
Chirping to signal the breaking of the dawn.
Here we are.
Walking down a gold-lit street.
A bright new morning,
Beckons us awake.
We shake the tiredness from our forms,
Barely thinking, just now walking.
A bag slung over shoulder,
I give a heavy yawn.
Beautiful place full of languishing blooms,
In the Fall's cold clutch.
My form does shiver,
But I love this cold.
A building up ahead,
A rush of voices,
A flood of bustling forms.
Just now working,
Still shaking the tiredness from my form.
Thoughts just now moving.
Golden rays lighten even moreso.
Up in the sky,
Cotton clouds swifty float.
Alight on the trees.
Just now waking,
We're just now thinking.
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