Leon and Sora (Kaleido Star Fan-made Couple)

The voice that calls in the wind,

Is the voice that is in my head?

Every waking hour,

You seem to be calling out to me.

I stand here on the bluff,

The ocean breeze is making the trees sway,

The sunset makes the green flash appear across the ocean,

The moon and stars twinkle in the night sky.

We preform on stage,

The audience seems to have gone quiet,

No matter how many times that we seem to preform this maneuver,

You're always by my side.

Our minds sync,

My moves in the air as I glide like an angle in the sky,

The trapeze seem to move in my favor,

Then you catch me as I fall.

We wave to the audience,

We show our combined hands in the air,

We bow to the audience and leave the stage,

Everyone is happy again.

I walk out of the Kaleido Stage,

Stand at the railing looking over the ocean,

You walk up behind me and take your hand in mine,

Your mine and I am yours.

All The Same . . . .

Antonio, sweet Antonio,
Caught between the two tides,
One of the Luna the other of Marez.
Drifted on angry turbulent waters,
Unsure of the quest he seeks.

The squarelling conflicts of speech,
Heard over head upon beach and sea.
The moon of Luna talks to the man of Marez.
The long unsettling conversation of the perturbed man and woman.

To beseech it be to thee,
Antonio talks fervently to the vast expanse of worldly land.
Roaring winds seem to reply.
Never ceasing storms increased in size and monstrous winds escape the blockade of clouds that was built overhead.

A cry of anger,
Ultima; a witch, a lord, a saving grace.
Speaks upon to Antonio describing the raging sea and the calm moon waters,
She calms him by telling of the one and the same speech,
The moon controls the waters of calm but the sea and other waters all share the same body.

All the same . . . .

Short-Story: Always Remember Mom, Dad

In this time where I was born and raised,

My mother and my father were killed,

In a scene of flowers red and white,

In the caves that were scattered up north,

The ones that are there have crystals,

Lined the edges and sides,

MY parents my mom and dad.

Searched far and wide for a miracle cure,

To cure me from being sick and diseased,

And from dying.

You can say that I killed them.

Like everyone says.

It haunts my dreams,

Just thinking about them sets me off every day.

The magic that I have residing in me is the love that my parents held for me all those days ago.

And I keep it safe,

Always and forever in this small heart of mine.

I will always remember you two.

The picnics on the hills that never came to be,

The walks in the parks,

Being swung on a tree swing that never truly happened.

And the days where you talked to me which I never remembered.

Now I sing to thee.

Take all your hardships and put them with me.

I will shoulder there weight.

I will always love you!

Always. . . . 

Time to Remember You

Days are simple but they’re not.

Days are passing by one on one.

Days are everlasting hours of time,

Days always end forever.

Light that comes in the mornings,

Disappears over darkness night.

Light in the afternoon falls to be,

And rests along the moon.

Seas that are controlled,

Will be spotted early on,

And waves that are slowly departing,

Will be swept away.

Slowly now,

Pick up pace.

Slowly terrorizing,

Never stopping to know why I try to make you smile.

And the months of the year.

With the odd names that continue,

All the years numbered instead of letters.

All come to be 2015.

From the year 1998,

I have lived over 16 years.

I have done so many things of all.

And the number one on my list of things is to remember you.

Real Deal?

I just wanna know,

How you feel,

Is this real.

I just wanna know,

How you say,

What you know.

Is this the real me,

Who can say everything she wants.

Is me the real deal.

Where I can be.

Save me,

From the disaster,

Save me,

From my freedom.

Save me,

From the box I locked myself in.

Tell me,

To be free,

In this world,

That is new to me.

Tell me,

Your ups downs,

Carrying everything,

Inside and out.

Now tell me,

To save me,

To be my freedom in disguise.

Tell me.

To be free,

In the memories of my mind.

Tell me,

To be free,

In this world,

That is new to me.

Tell me,

Your ups downs,

Carrying everything,

Inside and out.

Sleep here in this flowerbed,

With me,

In there’s blue ones.

Purple ones.

Red ones,

White ones.

And black ones.

Smile as we reach the peak of the mountain that looks over me.

Stand here as I walk by passing over cobble-stone paths.

Stay and Walk,

Reach and Find.

Take me to my home.

Tell me,

To be free,

In this world,

That is new to me.

Tell me,

Your ups downs,

Carrying everything,

Inside and out.

Find the peace I ever so bring.

In this meadow of mine.

2 by 2,

3 by 3.

4 by 4,

So ever more.

We will reside in our hearts,

Forever more.

All the Elements (Song) [Can be Converted to Poetry]

Fire,

Is the element that’s purest to me.

Water,

Is on the edge of my balcony.

Air,

Is the deity that watches over me.

Earth,

Is the place where I live.

So I stay here,

In this clearing,

Waiting for the time to flee.

As I stay here,

Watching the sky,

And its clouds disappear.

Reach my hands into the sky.

Toward the sun and moon.

As if I wont see them again,

I call out to the stars.

So I stay here a while,

And I count the days as they go by,

And I watch the way the waves move,

And the fire that laps at my feet.

Stand still,

As the ground shakes,

Stand still,

As if the earth is breaking.

Stay Calm,

So that I know what’s going wrong,

Way up here in my arms.

Stay here with me,

Stay here a while,

Stay and watch the stars go by,

Stay with me a while.

Fire,

It lights sky tonight.

Air,

Lets the music sway the night away.

Earth,

Makes the beat of the drum.

Water,

Is the noise that keeps us calm!

"Fear" is Something to be Frightened of

There were ten eyes in the dark.

A row of shimmering white teeth,

The girls’ thoughts formed around a cruel thought.

An ear-piercing scream followed after her thoughts.

It filled the room, making the small space feel a bit smaller.

There was another sound, making its way toward her. 

A creak, then a holler.

Then the lights all flicked on at the same time.

The room they stood in was adorned to the rims with blood.

It covered everything from the couches to the TV on the edge of the room.

There in the center of the room was a little girl around the age of 6,

She had scrunched herself into a tiny ball hugging her knees to her chest.

There was a mother figure too,

She looked about 32 and was comforting the girl.

Near the couch that was closest to the window there was a body,

It was covered in a blanket of blood.

Next to him was a demon that went by the foreboding name of,

Diablo.

‘Diablo’ had haunted the poor girls house for a good 4 years,

There was not a major disturbance in the house,

Until the next door neighbor had died.

The little girl was devastated and had ‘scary’ thoughts not allowing her to sleep.

The demon increased in size due to the death of the neighbor and the thoughts the girl had soon after.

In order to deal with this mystery,

The woman called the group of ‘Shibuya Research’ and had them come over with their crew of 7-8 people.

The crew had watched what occurred from over cameras and had one of their crewmembers wander to the middle of the room,

Her name was Mai Taniyama.

She had the abilities of Astral Projection and ESP,

But she also had some abilities that were not named yet,

She extended her hands; brought them together and chanted.

‘Feeling inevitable, release of spirit’

‘Calming waters, soaring chambers’

‘Cage beneath’

‘Vanish’

The creature agonized as the pain shot through everyone in the room and in the next room,

The building then went back to normal,

The bloodstained curtains and carpet went back to normal as well.

The man that was in the middle of the room was slowly shakily standing,

The man that had ‘died’ was not dead and fully alive in the living room.

The case had been finished.

Finishing with a happy ending.

But the unanswered question that was still there was the one of ‘Why?’

Why had the man not died?

Why had the little girl thought strange things, and for them to come true?

All answered with the little suggestion.

Some strange abilities were in order to be checked out!

*SPR’s latest adventure!

*Shibuya Psychic Research Center