@Darkking.... uh. I'm a dude. A boy. Sorry for the confusion.

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I do not think she appreciates

The gentle

(EMPHASIS ON GENTLE)

Nudge.

Oh well!

What is done is done!

And now it's time for the fun

To begin. 

I most certainly am dead

cracked open my head.

I open my eyes

and get a surprise

because it seems to me

that I cannot be

dead if I feel

so entirely real. 

What I do know is this

I let out a hiss

of barely controled annoyance

as I see with clairvoyance

that the one with red tail

was the cause of my flail-

ing and falling down into this

dark uncertain abyss.

He smiles at me

so full of glee

that I know it's not worth it

to throw a loud fit.

It doesn't mean we'll be friends

but I'll accept his ammends. 

Now to begin

who will lose and who will win? 

I watch everyone

From the shadows naturally

Hidden from the sun

Lying hidden unnoticeably.

My heart of stone beats slow

As I judge from the shade

Does no one know

Of the one into silence laid?

That would be me

Of course

The person who no one can see

Unless forced.

By forced I mean

When I step into view

Then I'll be seen

That'd be something new...

So maybe I'll try it

I'll come into the light

Not just for a bit

I'll leave this perpetual night.

Maybe they'll like me

We might even be friends

But for the first time they'll see

One whose lone years have their ends.

~~

Hi guys. 

i land,

suddenly, but with striking clarity;

the thud reverberates throughout my whole body

(it just as easily could have been

my hands or my head that hit bottom).

my eyes (or perhaps my ears)

seem to have finally adjusted.

i study the space around me, the

people

around me.

i notice the way

the words swirl and spiral,

weaving apart and together again

delicate works of artistry as

some are still falling (a few have landed),

some are standing, ready to tell their tale,

something reveals itself from the shadows (i feel like i should know more about this one), 

and one stands, master orcestrator of them all (veiled, of course),

all of them leaving trails of glowing words in their path

a symphony of story 

i land,

suddenly, but with striking clarity;

the thud reverberates throughout my whole body

(it just as easily could have been

my hands or my head that hit bottom).

my eyes (or perhaps my ears)

seem to have finally adjusted.

i study the space around me, the

people

around me.

i notice the way

the words swirl and spiral,

weaving apart and together again

delicate works of artistry as

some are still falling (a few have landed),

some are standing, ready to tell their tale,

something reveals itself from the shadows (i feel like i should know more about this one), 

and one stands, master orchestrator of them all (veiled, of course),

all of them leaving trails of glowing words in their path

a symphony of story 

I am not a myth

Nor a fairytale

That's just a monolith

Of a lie whose heart has failed.

My own cold hard heart

Full of loneliness and yearning

Is warming at the start 

Of friendship but learning

That the one who also hides

But behind a hanging veil

In them I can confide

Because we both wear chainmail

Around our souls never daring

To let others hurt us.

The danger is rather glaring

So protect ourselves we must...

~~

Hi Hanging Crown Veil. Is there an explanation behind your name or is it just poetic? I chose this name because I have concealed my name in the shadows of this thread. Is Hanging Crown Veil your CB name or are you someone else, possibly Freefalling or Possibly a Poet? Or maybe both/and? 

I watch every move

Made by the surrounding teens.

My spirits steadily improve

Merely from what I see.

Hanging Crown Veil

I watch it

Weaving a wond'rous tale

In this creativity pit.

I am ready to join

In weaving a story

Ready to coin

Something worth glory. 

~~

HCV are you a boy or girl? 

i have my theories about your identities,

but i will keep them just that:

theories, not guesses.

instead i'll stand here, sizing everything up,

working up the courage to ask:

may we begin? 

The first girl opened her eyes, dark, watery blue orbs that were framed by long lashes. She was a beautiful girl, no doubt, but that beauty was covered in raw pain. Slowly, she tried to compose herself, hands shaking as she stuttered and wiped tears from her eyes. Long, messy blonde hair cascaded everywhere but didn’t hide the two ruby earrings dangling among it. They were shaped like hearts, and just as fragile as hearts to.

“My name is Megumi Puella. This is my story.” Her voice became solid, broken and wishful.

“It was only a month ago when I fell in love, but it could have been forever. Because then I thought that my fairy-tale life was in view, that I could perhaps be happy. There was a storm raging inside my heart and it made me foolishly jump into the sky, thinking both of us could float on clouds and never come down.

I thought we could run away.

It was a silly plan, but we could have made it possible. Us together, living in the city. It would be a rough life, but a real one. I could’ve be making my mark in the world!” Her eyes glimmered.

“And yet, my dreams never come true.

The night sky is never black. It is simply a glorious deep blue, marked with dozens of pure bright stars. And stars are never white, in just the same way. My bag was packed and I thought that maybe there was a chance.

It is a strange feeling one gets when they are doing something wrong in the night. Almost like no one is there, and all you can hear is your breath whispering. Your heartbeat is calm, almost serene for it must be a dream! You would never do something like what you are doing.

In this manner I snuck out, trying to not make a single sound on the mossy night floor. Branches tugged at me, but I didn’t care. We were together for a few moments.

And then reality hit. The first branch cracked from behind and I didn’t know what was happening where. My legs ran. They needed to run away from here. I was tripping, falling, stumbling...and then crashing down. Something was hurting and I didn’t know what. My body felt raw and tired. I was a mess.

But then I heard a single scream. And that brought me back to reality.
Where was…?
There. My love lay next to me.”
Megumi looked up with a quavering voice.

“I committed no crime. If I was able to run away, I would have followed my heart, done something great. Besides, it was all my idea. Don’t hurt my love.
Don’t hurt her.”

"One story is told. One view of what happend. Five more to go before you make your final decision.