

Fall of Twilight's CurtainWielder of fate's travet, lending weight to unbound thought. Drawing forth unveiled lightened peripheries, illuminating unknown vantages to those trapped within the thickets of imperception. Usurping terra blemished by darkness, celestial essentia absolving the saturation of bereaved despair, bringing forth the purity of conception. Quintessential nascence, mutual love; maternally harmonized. Aura of compassion, inclination to courageous heart; a deck of cards, fate's hand; an odyssey of redemption, from being dealt queen of hearts.Fall of Twilight's Curtain


Pancake vs. Waffle RequiemIt was a hot, humid day in tokyo. Sammy the rockstar angel got out of bed, her hair frizzed and frayed. She sauntered around her apartment, in a daze. She sighed, hot summer days with nothing to do... Several hours later she was strolling along the busy streets, manga stands with old greasy sellers shouted to the kids walking home from school, some wanted to buy; some giggled and went on their way. She passed them all, and kept walking. Almost aimlessly she patrolled the streets, as if searching for something in particular... as if something called to her from somewhere within, a subtle droning in the back of her mind that would not cease untPancake vs. Waffle Requiem


Story introThe sun set long away in the horizon, stretching along the oceans endless surface. An almost serene sensation settled over a small island amidst the great breadths of the sea. Old parapets, disheveled roads, many ruined homes, both palatial and humble, dotting the island along a clockwise path leading up to a grand castle, seemingly untouched by the malady time and the moist breeze had inflicted upon the rest of the island. Empyreal heraldry still flapped admirably on the winds, their whispery fluster echoing a forlorn descant. Further within, torches burned with an eerie fire, its flames not of this world, bookshelves kept tidy, withouStory intro


Poetic nonsenseWhen I think, truly.. I do not have thoughts, I couldn't open myself and tell you what resonance they bespoke within myself... When you stare off, at something unseen; you do not stare at something that can be seen, it is something beyond the trappings of the material plane; an off distance emotional mirror... it resounds and reflects, showing you your soul; not to be thought, reasoned; but felt.. There is another type of thinking, it is not with your mind; it is with your heart and your soul.. and it does not explain that which troubles you; but it makes you feel, and in your heart.. you feel what is right within yourself.. and that is sometPoetic nonsense


I AmBlending the shadows under your eyes Making a masterpiece Disrupting your dreams, I am, I am. Make me believe I've risen once more I am, I am, Falling again.I Am
This is not poetry, This is your choice This is the mistake I make Again, and again. No words can bring me back to you I have the cure, I am, I am. I carry this curse, I am, I am.
Bound to be something more I am like a siren's call You try to flee, but in the end I am, I am, Your misery. Against your will, you push me away I am, I am, The
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