Little Witch Academia

Time for a change of pace besides poems. Here's a little 26 minute animation that I watched a little while ago, and I really like it. Well, I usually like childish things. Things like this always want me want to fly around on a broomstick and battle monsters. I wish magic was real. Life would be so much more interesting! Probably.

 

Points for Chariot riding the broom like a surf board! I swear that teacher is really Chariot, too. Sucy is my favorite character of all time.

Used Up

Used up
by me(whatever)

I don't have anything to say.
all my words were used up.
At the end of yesterday.

Fighting against sleepiness,
rushing to and fro.
every single day,
trying as hard as I can.

So why, why?

Oh tell me.
I feel like I'm dying.

forgetting,
every day a little more.

forgetting
magic

Cinderella

Cinderella
by me(whatever)
to this song: Endless Waltz

The ropes are drawn
you, who have been hiding in the shadows
suddenly shines.

"Do you believe in magic?"
a ridiculous question.
But if it's now,
even if I'm late...

An entourage of spangle
I remember that dream I had so long ago
Someone like me,
covered in ashes from my past
rescued with a miracle?
But even if I meet you now
will you recognize me?

Beauty twirling in this illusion,
You spot my eyes as they linger
grasp my hand
tightly, gently
lead me into dance.

Surely everything will disappear,
 as soon as I open my eyes.
After all,
how could I be so happy?

The darkness hidden in light,
the light hidden in darkness.
Soon they will wed
in these stars above us,
I'm slowly enveloped in a desperate hope.

The second stage suddenly begins,
I'm finding myself being buried
in these envious eyes.

This spell twisting the runs of my fate,
are they twisting the way you look at me?

If I could just run away,
If I could just stay here.

And at the strike of midnight,
the strike of a cruel hand
to unravel this magic.
I had almost believed...

The dream upholding my existence,
smashed to smithereens.
Running down these steps
I remember every farewell
in these glass shards cutting into me.

How about one more waltz?
And the girl runs crying into the dark forest
Once again,
after a brief rendezvous,
Shadows return to the dark...

Or does a light hide within the trees?
Deep within.

My one wish to meet you
used up my life amount of miracles.
The pumpkin shrinks in rotted glory
and the rats scamper through the mud
tracking their prints all over me.

At the morning bell,
my mistress slaps me to an awakening.

Carrying buckets of water
rushing to and fro through the daylight
avoiding to get stung with these feelings.
As the sun goes down
the girl of shadows watches her prince ride across the sky,
in a large boat made of the moon.

As the restlessness settles,
the girl remembers an illusion.

Twisting over,
she outlines in the ashes of her cinder
a fairy godmother.
weeping like a child
as she says farewell.

Sir Wind and the Seagulls

It's funny how I remember the most normal things I've ever done. Most of how I remember my very far back past, when I was a kid, was with conversations. I had a friend in kindergarten whose name was Tira(I think it was spelled this way?), and she was only my friend through kindergarten, but she was my only friend. I've always been rather anti-social. I don't like having too many friends, just a few whom I really like. One of my only memories of her, was a conversation we had when we were swinging on the swings. The school we were at is torn down now. So is my preschool, isn't that funny.

I remember when I was a kid, that my closest sensation to flying was to swing on a swing. All swings were pretty much magical, and held some kind of power in them like that. Even my grandmas porch swing. We were talking about it, and this funny seagull that was going in circles around in front of us on top of a building. We felt it was watching us, like it was are guardian spirit or something. Ever since then, I've always felt that they are watching me, protecting me and the like. Whenever I would see a whole lot of them in a bunch, flying around and going about their birdy business, I would think, "Oh, today will be fine."
So I've always liked seagulls.

And another time that I remember with the seagull memory, is one that came later. I think it was at my second elementary school, but I can't remember who it was that I talked about it to. Well, it was about Mr. Wind. It was some girl who I was talking to, but she agreed with me that the wind was like a person. That he was a bit of a mysterious invisible person. Sir Wind, I've always had a visualization of him too; long coat and hat that hides his face like a stalker. I dunno, I remember things like that. Always have.

Along with those memories, I have a million others that are just as interesting. I should put some more on here, I think. Like when I smashed beads with a hammer for magic dust, and put markers in water-filled juice cans to have colored water. I've always wanted to fly, though.