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Anata wa Cinderella desu-ka?

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Anata wa Cinderella desu-ka?

Tokyo Toritsu Hibiya Kotogakko, also known as 'Hibiya High School' was often hailed as the best high school in Japan. At its peak 194 of its students gained admission to the prestigious University of Tokyo. On April fifth every year without fail Hibiya opened its doors for the new school year, treating its students to the splendid sight of the enormous sakura trees that littered the school grounds. For the first few days of the term it was traditional for newer students to get lost, appearing several minutes late with a red face and sakura petals in their hair. On the twentieth of April, 2007, Azusa Minami overlaid.  Swearing several times u

Ballad of a piece of Silver

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Ballad of a piece of Silver

Oh Pot I'm glad You called me black For now I know I'm perfect And every imperfection That I thought Was mine Alone Was merely Your reflection Oh Pot I'm glad You called me black.

Quite Contrary

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Quite Contrary

If I am you then what is ‘me‘? Could you find me In the solid verbs of A hissing bee? The poisoned dreams Of forget me not lilies. The frozen hue Of a whistling sea - Immobilised for all to see. When I am you I lose Those foolish dreams. I used to be A solid ray of moonshine Dancing on a violent sea. You couldn’t see Me weeping In your own reality. Handcuffed to the question That is you Is it me?

Miss Mary

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Miss Mary

Little Miss Mary Your flowers are dead Their petals are rotten There are thorns in their beds. Dancing the waltz In a dull petticoat Your feet, they are bleeding But stop - no, you wont. Little Miss Mary I’ve long wondered how It was you stopped laughing And fell to the ground. Only to jump to your feet And to dance The song of the graveyard The death of your plants. You shattered the faces Of those you loved first Tear stains and bruises But yours is the worst. The face of a woman Who sings in the dark Over and over Of the death of her heart.

Vision

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Vision

Is there anybody Out there Who would not Stop And smell the Flowers? Stare Into the Sunlight And Remember How it felt To watch The world sit swimming - With a paintbrush In their hand. Digging Their toes into the sand Head high and Dreaming Of mermaids. Is there anyone there Who would not Stay?

On Christmas Eve

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On Christmas Eve

It all started the week before Christmas Eve, a bracing, slippery December morning. The interval between heavy snow and pouring rain, in which breathing itself was an intake of chill. Tying her scarf the way she always did, she was not unaffected by this change in atmosphere - after all, a cold or a flu virus is a most unattractive thing. But, as she stepped onto the luridly painted bus and reaching out to pay her fare, those kind of thoughts were immediately swept aside and replaced with ones of her destination. There was a book store in town that up until the fifties had been a tea shop. In her youth, she had visited with her grandmother
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Ballad of a piece of Silver

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Ballad of a piece of Silver

Oh Pot I'm glad You called me black For now I know I'm perfect And every imperfection That I thought Was mine Alone Was merely Your reflection Oh Pot I'm glad You called me black.

Quite Contrary

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Quite Contrary

If I am you then what is ‘me‘? Could you find me In the solid verbs of A hissing bee? The poisoned dreams Of forget me not lilies. The frozen hue Of a whistling sea - Immobilised for all to see. When I am you I lose Those foolish dreams. I used to be A solid ray of moonshine Dancing on a violent sea. You couldn’t see Me weeping In your own reality. Handcuffed to the question That is you Is it me?

Miss Mary

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Miss Mary

Little Miss Mary Your flowers are dead Their petals are rotten There are thorns in their beds. Dancing the waltz In a dull petticoat Your feet, they are bleeding But stop - no, you wont. Little Miss Mary I’ve long wondered how It was you stopped laughing And fell to the ground. Only to jump to your feet And to dance The song of the graveyard The death of your plants. You shattered the faces Of those you loved first Tear stains and bruises But yours is the worst. The face of a woman Who sings in the dark Over and over Of the death of her heart.

Vision

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Vision

Is there anybody Out there Who would not Stop And smell the Flowers? Stare Into the Sunlight And Remember How it felt To watch The world sit swimming - With a paintbrush In their hand. Digging Their toes into the sand Head high and Dreaming Of mermaids. Is there anyone there Who would not Stay?

On Christmas Eve

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On Christmas Eve

It all started the week before Christmas Eve, a bracing, slippery December morning. The interval between heavy snow and pouring rain, in which breathing itself was an intake of chill. Tying her scarf the way she always did, she was not unaffected by this change in atmosphere - after all, a cold or a flu virus is a most unattractive thing. But, as she stepped onto the luridly painted bus and reaching out to pay her fare, those kind of thoughts were immediately swept aside and replaced with ones of her destination. There was a book store in town that up until the fifties had been a tea shop. In her youth, she had visited with her grandmother

Internet

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Internet

Transparent, with no finger tips, Man made you Just to be Dependent. And so I wonder When was I Intoxicated By this mechanical Eden? Though scentless, Shapeless, Without a soul And no door to walk inside, I am sheltered Within this paradise Of artifice.

Wuthering Heights

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Wuthering Heights

I'm not asleep And yet I'm here Watching you Watching me. We're standing by the radiator The paint is flecked The heat is off The floor is a shade of magnolia. In your hand is 'Wuthering Heights' You're complaining about Lockwood, The class, The teacher Did you complain About me when you were alone?

Buttercups

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Buttercups

There are one thousand oceans And each one is dry Lurking at the bottom of this Merciless divide There are one million buttercups Which I planted and cried I knew You would pick one And tell me goodbye.

Strange Kind of Suicide

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Strange Kind of Suicide

I remember him standing there; blue eyes, dark hair - brooding statue of a man in front of me. Any clue of feeling, any gesture could give me away. I hated how he watched me, expecting me to shatter. Waiting for some kind of switch to activate my emotions. A switch he believed existed in the deepest, darkest room of my soul. I remember just the day before we laid on the grass outside the cemetery, in the shade of an enormous chestnut tree. Dreaming of the future with his head next to mine, there was a part of me that knew these were our final moments. Taking this knowledge, I gave myself to him completely, believing that this way we could

Unsigned

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Unsigned

To everyone that knew her, Alice was the bookish type, retiring to the library after classes to catch up on her reading. Nobody at school knew much about Alice, only that her personality lay reserved to the pages of her favourite hardback and the few words she spoke outside of class were to the librarian. For as long as she could remember, Alice had loved James - the mathematician in her class. She loved his brooding nature and passion for the subject matter, matched only by her love for fantasy. He didn’t know she existed and that was the way she liked it - from a distance she had the chance to wonder how it could be between them. In

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Vision

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Vision

Is there anybody Out there Who would not Stop And smell the Flowers? Stare Into the Sunlight And Remember How it felt To watch The world sit swimming - With a paintbrush In their hand. Digging Their toes into the sand Head high and Dreaming Of mermaids. Is there anyone there Who would not Stay?
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Current Residence: Behind Closed Eyes
Favourite genre of music: Anything, everything and...er...nothing
Operating System: A computer (and my brain)
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Emily Bronte, William Blake, Percy Byssche Shelley and Mary Shelley
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Tomb raider
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A pen and paper
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In case you haven't realised yet, I really love Egypt to the point where my friends disowned me

Delayed post ftw

Delayed post ftw

Hey guys, I am about to start my third year of university in the wonderful city of Leicester. It doesn't feel like three years since college at all - almost seems like yesterday when I still took my floppy disks into the library with me XDDD. Anyway, next week it looks likely that I am going to be doing a reading to the freshers entering our uni just like the third years did for us in our freshers week. It's all very exciting, cos I will be reading my own work to an audience of young and impressionable strangers XD. Also, this year I have a dissertation to do and I have picked a creative writing one. Funnily enough, the only issue I have is

1,000 Pageviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1,000 Pageviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know this is kind of late, but THANK YOU, YOU ROCK! KEEP WATCHING THIS SPACE YAY ^^ Ahem, on a different note... those who have seen the pictures in my gallery will probably have guessed that I recently threw a cosplay party.  Well, it was actually more fancy dress party really, since there was only about four of us dressed as anime characters.  I dressed as Chii of Chobits fame, complete with blonde wig and personocom ears.  My friend dressed as Misa and there was a hysterical moment when someone told us his flatmates were coming as Raito and L.  So yeah... I'm 19 this week - have two deadlines on the same day.  Joy, rapture.  It's g

Gah.....

Gah.....

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? I was watching my cousins play on a see saw and had the genius idea to put my hand under it. 2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM? photos, cards, newspaper cuttings... 3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP? Luckily no - but i move around a heck of a lot 4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO? Mostly metal 5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN? 6:35 pm 6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? Volume 1 of Saiyuki, volume 3 of Immortal rain 7. WHAT DO YOU MISS? Home :< 8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)? Financially, my signed copy of Deathly hallows, se

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DrinkTeaOrDieHobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the fav! I really appreciate it! :blowkiss:
wow, i think i just wandered into the past! i even remembered my login details.
hello olivia, been reading you poems- love vision
nsikhonsouHobbyist Writer
8D HEY THAR, I'm glad you liked my poems. So you've started writing again?
regards from Egypt.
sexy-katHobbyist General Artist
thanks for the watch.. yay!! :hug:
nsikhonsouHobbyist Writer
you're welcome ^^