Solar Thinking!

I had a go at a free verse poem this time - as I'm usually so structured. Though; I'm still obsessed with stanzas and not fat chunks of text - that much, at least, I'll stick by. Anyway; it's pretty long - but don't feel like you have to read all of it. Also; I was listening to music when I got the inspiration for this, it's also where I got the term 'perfect sense dreamer' from. ^^

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Am I a convinced criminal?
Or an intellectual criminal?
I'm always a stopgap type of person,
That has no creativity or uniqueness,
With which opinion and theory are laced.

So how is it?
Unexpected, isn't it?
You must be confused; hesitated.
And now you want to retreat?
Then you're going to evacuate?

This is my "perfect sense dreamer-like" delusion.
I don't care who's gonna bring me down.
Cause there're a lot more brick walls
And deep darkness in front of my eyes:
So I'll break them from now on!

Does this mean I'm a perfect sense dreamer?
There are already several ways to answer that question;
Just derive it according to principles and theories.
But that's such a mediocre answer.

It's like; we're here for only a second,
Causing confusion and hesitation every day.
And the different between existing or not existing,
In the end, doesn't really matter so much?
Is there really an option?

Imaginary imitation and reflection,
Always, is meaningless and empty -
But unlimited and endless,
Crashing towards the finish line with infinite spirit.

I cannot remember; it was so long ago
In heavy words and yet very peacefully,
When it was all explained to me.
I forgot the name of the person who proved it all.
But I'm not interested in doing something that is difficult,
Not interested any more.

For now I just need the others to do it.
No matter how stupid, idiotic or foolish you are,
See, you are breathing, so keep living and dying.
Dreams are huge, wide and shallow,
From the point of view of someone looking from above.

Anyway, I do not think so - and I do not want to think:

Nobody else is going to live like you do -
And nobody wants to live one more time,
If you are born: you can change!
No one knows our destiny; but we do not understand it,
Being born in this moment, we cannot understand it at all.

The Precursors

A/N: Part of a fanfiction I will be writing, it'll consist of Mirror's Edge and hopefully Assassin's Creed if I can somehow get Desmond's team into the storyline. Hopefully I can get the prologue done soon, so the crossover will make at least some sense.

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Two hands hit against the floor, one naked but the other clad in a striking red fingerless glove, the owner of the parts leaned forward, her body already curled tightly together in a loose squat, twisting slightly, she managed an awkward roll across the smoothed sterile-white surface of the City’s many rooftops, and in a fleeting second, she was up and running once more. The place she navigated, far above the real estate, was a network of aerial byways known only to the insurgents who manoeuvred atop them. It was a state of existence for these forerunners – the Mirror’s Edge – their personal playground which they utilized to cheat the rules of their time. It wasn’t a safe job, and it certainly wasn’t easy; but it shined a new light to the individuals who ran this dirty and dangerous underground. Their ideology (if nine out of ten things in this godforsaken city was a crime); why live a life without freedom?  Even if it took them to their graves; at least they would be remembered as the ones who plagued the system. It was a small process, but significant in its own way, for with each package delivered whispered a more sinister reputation to the ears of the law and those who supported it.

They were the Runners, a small but deadly poison to the government, noted as insignificant at first, but it grew into an expansion supposedly so large that it can no longer be contained. They are the motion of the city; an illegal courier group working for the insubordinates that society had pushed aside and papered as the transformations passed over them. Little people the City had forgotten, but not gone, still breathing rebellion and ever tarnishing the name of the rulers above them; Abstergo Industries. Their couriers are the unobserved and the mythical – but that’s just the way they like it. Their reputation precedes them; when, in reality, they’re little more than iconic groups of rogues struggling to survive against the pace of convention; trying to find a humanistic flow and momentum in a highly mechanised world. But the flow, that is what keeps them functioning, what keeps them constant and awake. All they see is the sky. All they feel is the air and all they hear is their own heartbeat.

How Soon Is Now

How can you say 
I go about things the wrong way?
- LSP

A/N: I promised Becca a poem and I've literally just finished watching a Charmed marathon (it's my new favourite tv show, and that's saying a lot because I don't usually watch tv), so enjoy a Charmed-themed poem. Fanverse, if you like. Also; the title of the poem is also the title of the show's theme song, which is a cover of a Smith's song.

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Piper, Phoebe and Paige,
Holders of the Power of Three.
With demons do they engage,
Yet vanquish before their pleas.
For the monsters they fight are evil,
And their intentions more so,
The Underworld is their retrieval -
As for it; glory will bestow.

"You don't really seem like yourself."
Or are you an illusion?
"I don't? Then, who am I?"
Paige; forgive my intrusion.

"So how exactly do I bless this thing?"
I'm sure it'll be something intimate.
"With your blood. Come on. "
Of course, that answer was imminent.

"Vanquish demon first,"
Wonderful plan Piper, any time now.
"Kill husband later."
Not something I expect; but I cannot disallow.

"Why didn't you save her?"
He gave it his best.
"I tried."
Something he ought to have stressed.

"Death cannot be feared."
Wise words from a Whitelighter.
"For death, in time, comes to all witches."
But does it to you, now you're an Elder?
Leo; don't extend knowledge,
With which you can't understand.
You'll only suffer your own conscience,
Or was the whole thing just planned?

The Night That Screamed

You've changed the course of history
And didn't even try

- Ghost

N/A: I had a go at writing (somewhat of) an intro to a Gothic short story... I tried. ;___;

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“It had been several months since I’d been contacted by Mr Falden, and I was beginning to feel anxious. I knew his work as foreman kept his busy, but he was always able to find the time to write, and a letter would be arriving at my door within weeks. I eventually succumbed to the decision of paying him a visit. Was it that he simply forgot of my existence? Or is the matter much more estranged than that? I’ve gathered necessary provisions for my journey to Aldwater Keep, and should be there in 5 days.”

I looked up from re-reading the letter I had written some days earlier; I’d been able to make it to Fogswick, the village surrounding the inclination which the castle stands upon, in just 3 days – though it was becoming dark and I knew I must make my way to the keep soon, unless I wished to freeze to death. It seemed that luck resided within me for the time being, but not upon the vacant village; the cold, eerie silence was enough to tell me that. The centre of the establishment looked to be an old marketplace, but it was obvious that it hadn’t been used for a number of generations, as the wooden stalls and boxes were crumbling at the touch, and materialised on the earth was a layer of white; at first glance it appeared to be snow, but was fine and supple – my carriage-driver assured me that it was the ash from a fire burned a great many years ago, though I’m not sure I completely believe him. The houses, apart from the burst of white staining their exteriors, were mostly greys made of smoothed, weathered stone, with strokes of black grazing the walls in unfamiliar patches where the paint refused to be dislodged. I made my way from the village centre and into a cluster of houses and, I noticed, as I peered through the grubby windows, a small candlelight shining in each of the houses, consisting of various sizes and luminosity. Curiosity overcoming me, I turn to my driver:

“How are the candles still aglow if the village is deserted?”

Piseag

Although I sailed to foreign countries
Sadness did not linger in my mind
- Ged A Sheol

A/N: My cat died before Christmas, and I had a dream about him last night so something compelled me to write a poem for/about him. Idk. By the way; he wasn't a kitten when he died, it's a metaphor - I showed my friend and he looked like he was going to cry because I didn't tell him that.

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I can't help but see
The empty section of the bed
Where you would sleep
Leaving no space for my head

The black furs aligned
All muddled and misled
Really, you were kind
Despite the scratches you did imbed

So although I'm sad you're gone
I'm glad of the joy you spread
In the pictures I've kept you live on
An old friendship retread

Zak, the kitten
Zak; the king
Knight of Britain
Keeper of the Ring

Yet nothing like Gandalf
Galadriel, or Elrond either
So, I'll say on their behalf
I never met a greater creature

Shapes...?

For the musicians of the Planet ;3

Capo: 3

Chord procession: Em, G, Am, C

EDIT: I've made a video, because I'm nice. If you watch it more than once - I'll set penguins on you. It's got a lot of mistakes (mainly me, or my voice) and it's only 360p because my webcam sucks. My hair also goes a bit mental half-way through, please ignore it or I will cry. ;____;
Also - if you share the link, I will personally destroy you. Good day.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXzdT6T0i1g 

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VERSE 1:

This is my square

It's not very round

It's got nice corners

I seem to have found

This is my square

Don't you think it's quite shapely?

I really do

I've been noticing lately

CHORUS:

Shapes! You make my world go round

Can't keep my feet on ground

Show my love through sound of music

x2

VERSE 2:

Square!

I've been tryna tell you

What'cha gonna do

If I leave you here...

Tonight!

I think it's gonna be alright

Circles gonna find me now

And take me away

CHORUS:

Shapes! You make my world go round

Can't keep my feet on ground

Show my love through sound of music

x2

A/N: This is all I have so far - and it's not finished. However, I seem to have hit an impasse, anyone with ideas for next verse please comment. ^_^

Echo System [part 1]

A/N: For my friend; because she bid me to write it.

Karolina - along with the plot we discussed, I also made your alter-ego character a badass. She doesn't smoke though... Also, I'm sorry that this is all I have so far, I'm looking to get the first chapter done over the weekend/next week. ^_^

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I'm sorry for the times
I killed your dreams
I'm sorry but I leave you here

- Here To Stay

Prologue

Next Stop, Atro City.

“Ms. Bak?”
Karolina's eyes shot open, and she instantly witnessed the silhouettes of two men stood above her. They had invaded the quite sanctity of her cell-like room, and already covered the window which was situated on the wall opposite the door.
“We need you to come with us.”
Trepidation ran through her entire body - what was the reason for all this secrecy. “Why?” Was all she answered.
“We’ll explain everything to you later, but we need your cooperation.” The tattooed man on the left was the one who answered her, he took a step towards her on the bed where she lay, but she recoiled away from him. She jumped from the furniture to back against the wall slowly, grabbing the torch from the bedside table instinctively. In all the movement, the sleeves on her shirt had ridden up her arm slightly, and the branded number on her wrist was easily visible, and the man who had been silent for the past few moments was the one who noticed it. He spoke a few words in a language she didn't understand, all the while pointing toward the scar.
“Enjoying the view?” Karolina retorted after a few moments of silence. She took a second to analyse the men who were keeping her temporarily captive. The man who usually spoke, on the left had both arms tattooed fiercely. Brilliantly drawn claw marks one one side, the snarling face of a wolf on the other. He also hailed a small, black haired mohawk and several piercings in his right eyebrow. The one on the right, however, only shared two similarities with his comrade - the smart grey waistcoats they wore, and the initials WOLF on the right side of their necks.
“Look, Ms. Bak. You can come ride in the car with us, or you can ride behind it. Your choice.” The tattooed monster answered in a disgruntled tone. Karolina weighed her odds; there was no way she could fight off even one of these men alone. A deep growling noise formed in the back of her throat, but only lasted a few seconds.
“There better be alcohol.” She murmured, glaring at the man who had spoken to her, then made her way forward and out of the room. Following the men while they walked, her dark eyes narrowing every time they glanced back at her.

Revenant.

Eyes that stare at me,

Increase the pressure of the words that beat my dignity down. 

-  Thunder Clap.

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To all those with quandary,

And all those with none,

There's certain steps of regimen,

However unconventional.

If you have a virus,

That you want to release;

Tell it to the bigger cats,

For they help it cease.

If a friend did nearly stab you,

And anger clouds your mind;

Don't throw out your reason,

Remember you're not dead, this time.

If you are a cat amid cats,

And you try to be a lion;

Do not meow in front of them,

But do not roar either.

Also, while trying to be a lion,

If you take out a bird or two,

Don't tell your kitty friends;

"He who killed the birds - was you."

But, always think it through,

What can this mask produce?

For if a lion plants a seed,

The cat inside must bear that weed.

So for the conclusion;

Just eradicate this obsession,

It's only your illusion,

Which established this aggression.

Alternate cats aren't so vainglorious,

To just assume such obsess.

Perhaps you should re-adress,

Rather than trying to impress.

Shaved Monkey

We are lights that shine

Into the sky

When the sun goes down

- The Sun

The colds will kill you

They, together, will burn you    

Never trust a man

in a red sweater       

Or enter a ship where

       the co-ordinates do not point

to Planet 125    



Let Them Eat Distortion

My eyes wake in these black skies

When I find answers, I'm torned by signs

- Tesla.

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The chromatic view of the sky above Atiak was one of pure wonder for his own lucid mind. The occasional insect reminded him of the colorless reality and pushed his dream sequence further from him. Partially, he wanted to be in such a world invariably, as the one where reality resided seemed monotonous compared with the harsh design of his imagination. Or rather, amenable with everyday life. There was no fight, no retaliation. To Atiak; there was just nothing worth moving for right now and the azure skies were enough to let drowsiness progess on its course and slip into his conciousness. However - daylight was too clear and lucent to have any influence on sleep. Instead, he took it upon himself to cleanse his mind while clouds over head dragged away thoughtlessly.

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In your darkest days, when you feel lost. Fear the darkness. It binds you, and imprisons you. It saves you, and revives you when you leave. The darkness is your friend, it can do no wrong. But even friends can be deceptive.

In your brightest days, when you find your way. Ardor the light. It frees you, and liberates you. It asphyxiates you, and poisons you. Feeding you lies until you bleed them from your own mouth. But even liars can be truthful.

Disciple of the Creed.

It's still a work in progress, but here's a GorillazxAssassin's Creed crossover fanfic I've been working on. It's too long to post here, so here's the link.
I'm working on Sequence 4 now, but it's going rather slowly.

If you can find the links in the Sequence/Chapter titles you get a prize.... I'll stop being annoying... For a time. xD

Anyway - here it is:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8224323/1/Disciple-of-the-Creed



- Lucy