Recent Content by Sienna

This is what happens when my mind is given free reign... >.<

a smooth line of Myraid blood
A stretch unreachable by mortal--
closes the heavens shutting Righteous doors
coming close to Killing but not quite murder
instead it Erases mistakes... but not completely
covers it... covers... Remade but not redone

As

an empty Palette
A new look on life
hope? Insecurities? mask?
No streaks stain the cream surface
no Tainted words
no chaotic lines--But
are there Reasons to why a palette must be painted on?
are their Unseen...
Subtleties?
Hushed away from the world
too Erotic
too Sadistic to say?

Or is it...

that Pain covers us
expressions go blank... Eyes dead
a way out is Needed
no more Closed doors
stop this chaos Igniting deep within the heart
Light our paths
Show us the way out

Please!

Please
A simple request
begging for a Promise
a promise that will forEver be denied
a blanked Rakes over it to appear as a lie

It is...

In our hope or dreams
showing only Mayhem
Another loss...does that mean--
another Gain?
an Insight into the world of tomorrow
will we No longer need the palette?
will we no longer thrive on Anguish?
Tries, fails...
Intuition and premonition are perhaps the tools
Of the indolent bystander--seeking a way out
from the Never-ending challenge set before us by this blank white​

I am curious--for oppinions. :] Tell me what you think of what I have so far... It's (not this post but the entire thing) kind of long so if you don't really like to read then my suggestion would not to read this. It is ongoing at the moment. Should I keep going?

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I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!
-Alice
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I can hear the rain pouring down on my window, and I know my mind is in an incomprehensible mess of letters and figures. What is wrong with me? How come I can't remember--anything? Why do I feel like a tiny, insignificant pawn in this giant game of chess? Manipulated every move--useless--a sacrifice?

...Well, maybe that thought was a tad bit—completely—confusing, but I'm serious. What is my purpose? What am I doing here? I'm so confused.
I sighed and closed my eyes relinquishing in to my thoughts for a moment.
I guess the right way—well there really isn't a right way—to put it, is that my life is a riddle. Yes, a riddle. But not any riddle, no. As if it weren't hard enough already, my puppeteer decided to make it a riddle with no damnable answers! Right about--wait for it--now, you must be thinking I'm insane; but I'm not…! Not yet.

It might sound weird, but the earliest thing I can remember is waking up, in the middle of this godforsaken place. That was a couple of weeks ago. And yes, my insanity hasn’t reached the point where I think I was born (without a mother, mind you) as a 17-year-old girl in the middle of nowhere. I think, probably like you are at this moment, that I've lost most of my memory. However, nothing physically seems to be wrong with me. No bumps on the head, no cuts, no bruises. I'm in perfect condition (that I know of anyway… although… a brain tumor might be—scary thought there. Let’s throw that one away for now).

I know very little about myself, which is odd; the residents, that live here, seem to know a lot more about me than I do. For example: all I know is that my name is Alice, I'm around five foot five, I’m a brunette, I can read (thank God!), I can speak English and Latin fluently, I know what kind of foods I like and don’t like to eat, and— wait, something just occurred to me. I don’t even know when my birthday is! That’s just a bit depressing.

I groaned and stood up, before brushing off my navy skirt, lightly. My black stilettos clicked across the wood floor, and the window loomed nearer, with each step I took. Thick curtains were pulled over the glass to ward off any unwelcome rain splatters; I pulled the fabric open anyways, and threw up the window. Rain isn't so bad...

Leaning on the windowsill, my elbow resting on the rough, splintered willow bark, I gazed out to my home. And there’s two more things about myself I forgot to mention: I know that I live in a willow tree, in a place called Wonderland. See? Not much.
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Hey everyone :] I'm new here--obviously--but I'm not new to Kingdom Hearts or Roleplaying :] My name is Sienna... And I don't think there's anything else that I need to say about myself...
Treat me nicely?​