If I sailed the vast ocean,
Smelling the salt floating through air
The cerulean beauty burning in my eyes
The waves guiding me somewhere remote,
Far off,
Where no one can ever find me,
Will people remember me?
If I flew the mysterious skies
Whether it be day or night,
Able to feel myself falling upwards
Past the clouds and into the arms of the sun
Or moon, to touch them, to caress them,
To be burned away by their majestic beauties,
Will people remember me?
If I stood upon a prominent cliff
The great height immeasurable, but my loneliness
Is, I can measure it to infinity,
If I flew off this cliff and into the gates of capricio
Let the flowers that bloom in spring
Die and fall onto the ground,
Let their corpses rot on the ground,
And be one with the ground once again,
Let their old ideas and burdens sink,
Let it be, let it be,
Let the old ideas be buried and forgotten,
Let new wisdom and expectations bloom in place,
Let the young buds learn from their mistakes,
Let them grow into exquisite flowers,
Let their new ideas flourish under rain or sun,
Let their roots be adamantly attached to the ground,
Let the gates to new opportunities open
The path to them filled with flowers on the sides,
Let the old things in the past sink away,
Let it be, let it be
Living in complacency,
A silent sleep,
The heart's eye sleeps,
The mind sleeps,
Immune to everything
And anything,
A sweet dream to
Never wake from
The wind drifts through hair
Brushes the cheek
The color exists,
But it is easily forgotten
Lie and Truth, Happiness and Madness by Furawaa, literature
Literature
Lie and Truth, Happiness and Madness
When the border between truth and lie
Cease to exist,
Will you be happy, or will you go mad?
Isn't it painful trying to differentiate
Remarks, compliments, and promises,
Using that stupid border?
Isn't it more frustrating when you know the truth,
But continue to tell yourself lies? When,
You let yourself be dominated by a stupid shadow?
If you don't have to know, maybe it won't hurt?
That will lessen your burden,
But there are people who go mad,
Especially when they do not know.
To carry the burden or to not carry it,
That's the question at hand.
It's a sad noble cause to get through life,
A curse every child inherits from the
Little cat, little cat,
Won't you come here please?
Meow, meow,
Do you want to be released?
Little cat, little cat,
Behind those bars your blue eyes,
I cannot stop looking at them,
I don't want you to meet your demise,
Why do you stare at me, curiously?
I'm not important, I can assure you,
We're both lost, and you know that,
Say, don't you feel blue too?
Little cat, little cat,
Follow my soft voice,
Let's turn fate over
When we have the choice.
Set in Stone, Sunk in Water by Furawaa, literature
Literature
Set in Stone, Sunk in Water
How much power does a person have,
In the game full of luck and made of fate?
If they will always end up drowning in the water,
Suffocating from their own grief,
And tearing their eyes out in distress,
What can they do the at least
Delay that gory end for just a day or two?
I'm a rather lonely creature,
So if you come near, welcome,
If you can handle pain and loneliness,
I'll take you somewhere new,
Somewhere where pain turns to happiness
And loneliness becomes bearable,
Where solitude reigns freely,
And you feel at peace with everything and nothing,
If you can handle pain and loneliness,
Come take my hand and I'll lead you there,
To that place where solitude reigns,
And where all pain engulfs you until it doesn't hurt
Three in the Morning, Millenniums into Eternity by Furawaa, literature
Literature
Three in the Morning, Millenniums into Eternity
Bright white sphere,
Lone, alone, one,
Beauty dulls my sleep
Brightness lights my flame,
Cold winds put it out
An empty shell, all that's left,
Three in the morning, only three,
But hours, years, or millenniums into
Eternity
It's a game where each person chooses
Whether to follow the rules or not,
They all try to scavenge for the cards they want,
Using the cards they have,
And discarding those that they do not need,
They play with people they pick
And they play against those whom they don't,
Either they will play under the rules with them,
Or they do not play by the rules at all,
They can accept the fate they are given
Or change parts of it when they choose to,
Each person tries to find the card
Of self-worth and happiness,
But only a few of them will realize
That the former might require some rule-breaking
And the latter doesn't even exist
---
A
A terrible game
That we must play
In order to win,
Go and discard your shame,
The best strategy
Is to deny feelings
To become an empty shell
To lose unique energy
It does not matter really
If it is right or wrong,
It is the best strategy
Any others are silly,
Yet, it is impossible
Strength is hard to build
Especially from weakness,
So the success is not probable,
So how do you win a game
Like a terrible one, such as this?
Maybe you're not supposed to,
Isn't that a terrible fate, full of shame?
If I sailed the vast ocean,
Smelling the salt floating through air
The cerulean beauty burning in my eyes
The waves guiding me somewhere remote,
Far off,
Where no one can ever find me,
Will people remember me?
If I flew the mysterious skies
Whether it be day or night,
Able to feel myself falling upwards
Past the clouds and into the arms of the sun
Or moon, to touch them, to caress them,
To be burned away by their majestic beauties,
Will people remember me?
If I stood upon a prominent cliff
The great height immeasurable, but my loneliness
Is, I can measure it to infinity,
If I flew off this cliff and into the gates of capricio
Let the flowers that bloom in spring
Die and fall onto the ground,
Let their corpses rot on the ground,
And be one with the ground once again,
Let their old ideas and burdens sink,
Let it be, let it be,
Let the old ideas be buried and forgotten,
Let new wisdom and expectations bloom in place,
Let the young buds learn from their mistakes,
Let them grow into exquisite flowers,
Let their new ideas flourish under rain or sun,
Let their roots be adamantly attached to the ground,
Let the gates to new opportunities open
The path to them filled with flowers on the sides,
Let the old things in the past sink away,
Let it be, let it be
Living in complacency,
A silent sleep,
The heart's eye sleeps,
The mind sleeps,
Immune to everything
And anything,
A sweet dream to
Never wake from
The wind drifts through hair
Brushes the cheek
The color exists,
But it is easily forgotten
Lie and Truth, Happiness and Madness by Furawaa, literature
Literature
Lie and Truth, Happiness and Madness
When the border between truth and lie
Cease to exist,
Will you be happy, or will you go mad?
Isn't it painful trying to differentiate
Remarks, compliments, and promises,
Using that stupid border?
Isn't it more frustrating when you know the truth,
But continue to tell yourself lies? When,
You let yourself be dominated by a stupid shadow?
If you don't have to know, maybe it won't hurt?
That will lessen your burden,
But there are people who go mad,
Especially when they do not know.
To carry the burden or to not carry it,
That's the question at hand.
It's a sad noble cause to get through life,
A curse every child inherits from the
Little cat, little cat,
Won't you come here please?
Meow, meow,
Do you want to be released?
Little cat, little cat,
Behind those bars your blue eyes,
I cannot stop looking at them,
I don't want you to meet your demise,
Why do you stare at me, curiously?
I'm not important, I can assure you,
We're both lost, and you know that,
Say, don't you feel blue too?
Little cat, little cat,
Follow my soft voice,
Let's turn fate over
When we have the choice.
Set in Stone, Sunk in Water by Furawaa, literature
Literature
Set in Stone, Sunk in Water
How much power does a person have,
In the game full of luck and made of fate?
If they will always end up drowning in the water,
Suffocating from their own grief,
And tearing their eyes out in distress,
What can they do the at least
Delay that gory end for just a day or two?
I'm a rather lonely creature,
So if you come near, welcome,
If you can handle pain and loneliness,
I'll take you somewhere new,
Somewhere where pain turns to happiness
And loneliness becomes bearable,
Where solitude reigns freely,
And you feel at peace with everything and nothing,
If you can handle pain and loneliness,
Come take my hand and I'll lead you there,
To that place where solitude reigns,
And where all pain engulfs you until it doesn't hurt
Three in the Morning, Millenniums into Eternity by Furawaa, literature
Literature
Three in the Morning, Millenniums into Eternity
Bright white sphere,
Lone, alone, one,
Beauty dulls my sleep
Brightness lights my flame,
Cold winds put it out
An empty shell, all that's left,
Three in the morning, only three,
But hours, years, or millenniums into
Eternity
It's a game where each person chooses
Whether to follow the rules or not,
They all try to scavenge for the cards they want,
Using the cards they have,
And discarding those that they do not need,
They play with people they pick
And they play against those whom they don't,
Either they will play under the rules with them,
Or they do not play by the rules at all,
They can accept the fate they are given
Or change parts of it when they choose to,
Each person tries to find the card
Of self-worth and happiness,
But only a few of them will realize
That the former might require some rule-breaking
And the latter doesn't even exist
---
A
A terrible game
That we must play
In order to win,
Go and discard your shame,
The best strategy
Is to deny feelings
To become an empty shell
To lose unique energy
It does not matter really
If it is right or wrong,
It is the best strategy
Any others are silly,
Yet, it is impossible
Strength is hard to build
Especially from weakness,
So the success is not probable,
So how do you win a game
Like a terrible one, such as this?
Maybe you're not supposed to,
Isn't that a terrible fate, full of shame?
It wasn't a very special cathedral, but it was not altogether useless either. Not many people visit it, but I call it my home and the Priest that runs this place my caretaker. The sacred building doesn't look welcoming, I confess, but a few people manage to get past the appearance and enter whenever they need shelter or to say a few prayers. Other than that, the inside is pretty much desolated while I sweep away the dust gathering on the pews and altar; it's not a delightful job, but to be housed in exchange for easy chores is something you cannot pass, especially if you're new in such a big world.
Now, where should I start?
The first thing Mr. Priest and I did when we fully recovered and left Lady Ophelia Bagrans, Felix, and Mechanza, was to address a meeting with Marionetta. I remembered my familiars' message concerning Miss Flitz and Miss Weals. I told Mr. Priest quickly about the business, and he agreed to accompany me to Miss Flitz's residence. At this point, we had no idea where she resided, but Mr. Priest suggested that we will see her in Hendon Myre eventually and be able to address the situation.
My intuition about this meeting gave me a knot in my stomach, and speaking of Miss Weals was no comfort either. Ever since that delighted meeti
I'm planning to make a halt for MoaTT at the moment so I can do the following (if any of you care):
*Proof-read all the chapters so far for consistency, to make things comprehensible, and clear
*Put more... STUFF. DEPTH I guess?
*Slight changes to how things go, k?
So, yeah. Meanwhile, enjoy... your life! Yeah.
1.
Analysis of "Satellite"
The origins of this poem was from an unpleasant dream. I don't remember most of my dreams, and the dreams I often remember were the unpleasant ones.
In the dream that inspired this poem, I was angry at my boyfriend for some reason. He responded by giving a poem, with a tone of a lover's poem, but also with a tone of sadness and frustration.
He read it out loud to me as I read it to myself silently. I don't certainly remember all of the poem, but only a few words that I wrote into "Satellite", such as the name of the moon Charon, and other astronomical terminology.
And so, "Satellite" was written, imitating the
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