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Sailor Plasma- Ch. 1 Pt. 2 Somewhere in isolated twilight, April stood shivering, clutching her bare body, trying in vain to banish the piercing darkness that threatened to consume her. Exhausted, she sunk to her knees. This is it, isn't it? I finally made the biggest mistake of my life...or at least one of the biggest. No opponent has ever pushed me this far to the brink. I should've seen that something was wrong, that they were too calm, too sure of their victory for me to take it lightly. Everyone depended on me, and now those monsters are lurking around with my energy as a weapon! If the team found them, they might already be... She put her head into her hands. I'm a miserable excuse for a Sailor and a human being! On top of it all, I didn't get to say goodbye. Steams of water cascaded from her eyes. I never get the chance to say goodbye...
Sailor Plasma- Ch. 1 Pt. 1Sailor Plasma Episode 1
A Destined Encounter! Decisions of Fate
"And that is how Sailor Moon brought Galaxia's reign of terror to an end, restoring peace to the entire universe." Kung Fu Shifu Wei Fong sat cross-legged with his star pupil, April Keawe, as he brought his riveting tale to a close.
The bronze-skinned girl's purple eyes glistened and threatened to drop tears as they always did after hearing a story about her greatest hero. "That was truly amazing," she sighed dreamily. "I guess anything is possible and any obstacle can be overcome by those with a pure heart. So, what happened after that?"
"Indeed," replied the wizened old man, "there are many more morals to be taken from it and endless amounts of stories to tell, but now let us get back to your physical training." April nodded and rose from the floor. "Assume your horse stance," he instr
SSA- Important Meetings Part 1
Sailor Soldiers of America-Important Meetings
Who doesn't know about the Sailor Senshii, pretty guardians of the world? They prevented life as we know it from being destroyed and brought peace to the Earth and the Moon. These, of course, were the Sailors that lived in Japan. Only those who were directly affected by them would know of the countless other Senshii that lived in each and every country. Their methods were different than those of Sailor Moon and her friends, and they didn't save Earth and its moon from annihilation. Still, they were the most valuable crime-fighting team to ever live, and they constantly put their lives on the line. This is the story of the Sailors of America and how they saved their country, as well as their own individual futures.
April, otherwise known as Sailor Plasma, was the leader of the S.S.A. Unlike the ot
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
Did I Mention To You MarkiplierDid I mention to you Markiplier,
A man with so much love to share?
He's one of the few in this world
To take the time to show his care.
Did I mention to you my hero
Who helped me to lay down my knife?
He brought to light my joy inside
And reminded me the temporariness of strife.
Did I mention to you my saviour,
Who made me come to love me?
He blesses this world with all his work
In his constant support and charity.
Did I mention to you this humble man,
Who cares for the world deeply so?
He makes you laugh and makes you cry
Through the genuineness he shows.
It's hard to believe that this one man
Could inspire so many to chase their dreams
And prove to all who hear his words
That it may not be as difficult as it seems.
You call us your heros, your shining stars.
Thank you Mark for all you do.
It's people like me who want to prove
That the real hero is you.
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
on moving outI take my bookends. I take my whiteboard
and that crooked letter opener I use to pop the caps off
beers, I take my poems,
I take my brand-new never-used coffeemaker
and my decades-old over-used typewriter which weighs
about 6 babies. I take my pictures, and those letters
you wrote me;
I do not take you. I take the
PS2. and the broken lamp. and your
shirt. I take no shit.
but my own shit.]
I take a blanket,
my good underwear
and a deck of cards.
I take my cat.
I burn the rest.
Paper, Scissors, RockYou split your bones
to spears, flay your skin
to stone. But your heart
still bleeds paper,
and paper beats rock
Twilight ThiefTwilight thief
Sneaks through shadows
Bearing no mask
Gloom hides her scarred face
Creeps to a sacred place
Upon the palace she swoops:
A barren desert of a thousand eyes;
A heart of stone knows no regret;
The glow of treasure fills her face
As wispy soldiers sink to darkness.
Sound the alarm!
There is the king!
Hear the jaybird rejoice and sing!
He blinds the thief
With a blink of his eye;
She falls past recognition
With nary a cry.
Light celebrates the victory.
She will never stop,
Always seek to reign.
The cycle always continues
But the kingdom is his again.
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