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Snowy Sky (v2.0)

I was sitting by the window,
Looking through the telescope.
I could see a world of magic
And my heart felt full of hope.
Never were the stars so close,
And they shined fearfully bright;
Through the snow that drifted sideways
All I saw was blurry light

Since together felt so good,
Since I thought that love came free,
I just didn't stop to think
I should wait till I could see.
As the snow fell sideways-downward,
Leaving streaks on the telescope,
My whole mind abandoned reason,
My life filled with much new hope

I admit I wasn't careful,
I'm amazed I didn't see,
But I was in awe and wonder
At the love you gave to me.
As my window of depression
Opened up to see the sky,
Every ounce of logic failed me
And I never heard the lie

Whispered nothings from my darling,
That alone was my request,
Never asked him to be truthful;
I assumed he'd do no less.
How naive and how foolhardy,
Yet it's an amazing thing,
How that moment of existence
I had sprouted feather wings.

Although truth soon interrupted,
I just cannot wish it gone;
That one moment of existence
Where my world was full of song.
I was staring at the snowflakes,
I was looking at the skies,
I was seeing all the wonder,
Didn't want to see the lies.

As the snow fell ever downward,
Feathers floating in the sky,
I was in the arms of someone
And discovered I could fly.
So that time I think important,
Even though it didn't last,
Since the lie I lived one moment
Brought me joy once, unsurpassed.

Winter Beauty

When on the lawn the sun pours gently down
Snow twinkles like the stars that shine at night
And like a mirror when the evening comes
It turns it into day with crystal light

The icy silver trees are dancing slow
Low whistles of the wind their favorite song
As wind blows through the trees the icicles
Chime in a tingling Christmas sing-along

A Chibi-Usa Morning

My hair is turning pink today,
There isn't that much else to say.
From when I first got out of bed
Been turning into Carrot Head.
It really isn't all that bad
(Except those feelings 'bout my dad)
It sure is strange to say the least
My cuteness factor has increased
100 times; annoyance level
Has been rising like the devil.

My face is pale, my eyes are red,
I really *am* Flamingo Head!
My want for pancakes is immence.
Although this makes such little sense,
It's all the truth, quite honestly
I don't know what is wrong with me.
Right now I have, without remorse,
The strangest urge to kiss a horse.
I think it's spreading like the flu;
I'm turning into Chibi-U.

A girl who holds Death
Is a girl like anyone.
More powerful than Earth,
She could obliterate the Sun.
This power in her psyche
She did not choose nor make.
It's deep inside Hotaru,
The girl who can't awake.

For if her true self wakens
It's just a breath and then,
When her true self's awakened,
You will not breath again.

In three words she could take you,
Along with all the earth,
Into the silent darkness,
Preparing for Rebirth.

It's not that she forsook you,
She doesn't want you killed,
But if evil can't be conquered,
It is better all be stilled.

The Senshi of Destruction
Knows if things go as she planned
The dead earth can be awakened
At the true Messiah's hand.

Though her human body's fragile,
As Saturn she is great,
As the swinging of her glaive
Puts the seal upon Earth's fate.

Saturn-sama knows her duty:
Purge the world of sin and vice.
If that means she must destroy it,
Sailor Saturn won't think twice.

An empty feeling inside of me, a bleak day ahead of me, I get my things together and adjust my striped uniform bow. "Goodbye Poppa," I say to the empty room, as I leave through the doorway, into the blinding sunshine. My shoes slide along the sidewalk on my way to school. They make a slight scraping noise against the concrete. A slight breeze ruffles my clothes, and my hair is waving over my eyes. I draw it back over my ear. All the stuff in my schoolbag is making it heavy to carry, but my school isn't far. It's just a short walk, with some trees and smooth sidewalks on the way. The day is warm, and the sun beats down on my black hair. At the gate, many friends are greeting friends, calling "good morning" and "how are you". I head straight for the door. No one stops me to say hi. I feel like a stranger in the school, even though I've been here as long as anybody. I'm just a member of "the go home club." I don't know anyone, really.

I head inside, leaving the sunlight again for the gloomy halls of Mugen Gakuen. I'm feeling tired already, though the day's barely begun. Poppa always tells me to be careful not to overexert myself. He's so busy anymore. I miss saying goodbye to him. Often, like today, he doesn't have time to see me in the morning before I leave for school. I wonder where he goes and disappears to?

Mugen Gakuen is for the "smart" students of Tokyo. I hardly think I'm that smart. I wonder if it's only because I'm Poppa's daughter that I got in? Poppa is very protective. He wants only the best for me. I sometimes think he's a little TOO protective. And that assistant of his. She is always watching me. Although she says it's for my own good, so I don't tire out, she drags me inside when all I want is a little sunshine... and I don't like the way she looks at me. Hidden in her remarks, and the way she looks out of the corner of her eye, it's like there's something evil inside her. It's clear to me that she is not being kind, like she pretends to be to me. There's something else behind it, some other dark, secret motive, though I'm not sure what. It frightens me sometimes.

And sometimes, I can sense something dark inside myself too. Something selfish and evil. A feeling that tugs at me, that wants me to give myself over to it. And that frightens me more than anything else I have ever experienced. It's then that I run to my bedroom and lock the door, leap on the bed and cover my head with a pillow, trying to shut out these black thoughts. But they're inside me and they never go away; only lie in rest, waiting until I weaken, so they can take me over inside out... I shake my head furiously and try to recall myself back to the present. I'm standing in the halls of Mugen Gakuen... and I'm sobbing. I try to push the memories from my mind. It's silly to speculate on myself like this. It's all just in my mind. Right??

I try to regain my dignity and walk down the hall like a proud and collected student. It's harder every day to try to fit into this school. I stand out enough without breaking down and crying in the halls. The students are all afraid of me. I have no friends and it hurts. Even though I should be used to it by now. I slip into my classroom and I don't look up. I don't want to see if people are whispering about me today.