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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
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Predators of the nightA gust of wind
Blowing through our hair
The dead leaves
Cracking under our feet
The night sky
A blanket over our heads
And the full moon
Blessing us with its silver light
A perfect night for us hunters
To look for our prey
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
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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