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Meta-Minded

Coded brains and metal body We have got a world to save With this tech we might have a shot, we Even pulled you from the grave

Holographic imagery and Bodies that are not our own Gotta do the best that we can Fighting your digital clone

Your mind, my mind, our mission, Meld with me, look through my eyes Without speaking, we can listen And we are always by our sides

Now then, we are locked, downloaded, Combat-ready, and tuned in We won't have our thoughts eroded We'll show them our own Union

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Yellow Caballero

Grew up in the woods of green Bravest girl I've ever seen Put on the hat, hid who you are And since then, you've come so far You went and saved the world Oh, you're the strawhat girl Took a liking to the champ The one who helped you way back when Now, at night, when in your bed In your dreams, you just see Red He gives your heart a whirl Oh, little strawhat girl

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Nostalgia

Nostalgia is defined As a longing, wistful feeling For a past, quite distant time That to you, sounds more appealing

Happy memories remembered Events that came and went Wishing that you never entered This new future discontent

Friendships made and sizzled out Not forgotten, but still gone Passing time hangs like a cloud Over laughter, smiles, and fun

Will you ever be that cheery? Feel this pleasant joy again? Or will forever you feel teary Thinking of time that came and went?

Even if the past was better And the present has its faults To what's gone please don't be tethered That would be wrong, destructive, false

Just be glad that you were present To witness those good times Now, make more memories that are pleasant To not do that would be a crime

In life, we'll always see Both the bad things, and the good So please don't let the bad ones be The ones to sour present mood

To give yourself some closure Doesn't mean forgetting, friend So don't cry because it's over And just smile because it happened

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If my poetry skills were more slick And I wanted my writing to stick If I could do wordplay In the poetry nerd way I might actually write decent limericks

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Ominous

You saw some things, you're one of us Those things, they made you ominous You got some powers, that's a plus Now that you are ominous The magic tricks, the weird tech buzz That's what we're calling ominous We fight the things that menace us And that themselves are ominous They are the perps, we are the fuzz And you should better not cross us

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The Binding

You gave me life, now want to take it You take your knife and want to stake it Through my heart, kill your own son Won't rest until the deed is done Your Lord, He gave you this commandment 'Thou shalt kill', I feel abandoned Then again, maybe it's best For me to die inside this chest Suffocating, hurting, dying No other sounds beside me crying I lose myself inside the basement After treasure, meaning, chasing Fighting monsters, demons, angels To distract from what's so painful I'm naked, innocence is lost I'm guilty, have to pay the cost It's me who killed the joyous past It's me who isn't made to last It's me, deserving to die fast It's me whose future's overcast I killed the angels, demons, illness But in my chest, now there's just stillness

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Hunter Of The Night

Burdened by a fate you have not chosen Wielder of the ancient family whip The people, they are panicked, frozen Standing in the guts and gore up to their hips

The hunter in the legend of the three With two companions, you'll take up the fight The scholar who wields wizardry The Sleeping Soldier, his father's wrongs, he has to right

Your foe is living myth, the origin of terror Raised an army straight from hell Success the only option, there's no room for error Save the people, your story left to tell

Burdened by a fate that you accepted Fighting with the ancient holy whip Cast out and mocked and disrespected Show the Dark Lord that us humans won't submit

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Seven Birds

The Twins, separated by body, soul and mind The Lover, who is reborn every time The Protector, whose shield will guard you all The Peacemaker, who first refused, then answered the god's call The Wordless One, for whom all but name is lost And The Lonely Journal-Keeper, who will protect them all at any cost

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The Sleepover (an ARMS fanfic)

Ribbon Girl invites Mechanica over to a sleepover. But can a shy girl with humble roots like Mechanica deal with spending a night in a huge mansion with her idol?

Chapter 1

Was this really happening?

Veronica – or Mechanica, as most people knew her by now – was walking through the street in this fancy part of town, far away from her father's scrapyard, a sleeping bag under her arm and a backpack with her pajamas, toothbrush and fresh clothes on her back.

Was she really going to a sleepover with Ribbon Girl? The Ribbon Girl? The pop star, the ARMS fighter, her personal idol?

This had to be a dream. It just had to. Yes, Ribbon Girl treated her nicely enough during their training sessions and such, but the invitation last week came totally unexpected for the 15 year old inventor-turned-ARMS-combatant.

There was no more time to contemplate as she arrived at a huge mansion with closed gates and a guard house in front of it.

"This...can't be."

She pulled out the little scrap of paper that Ribbon Girl gave her and indeed, the address written on it was the address of the house she was standing in front of right now. Nervously, she approached the guard house.

"H-hello?"

A man in a guard uniform, somewhat around 50 years old by Veronica's estimate, took his eyes off the magazine he was reading and looked at her.

"Good evening, young lady. How can I help you?"

The non-threatening, downright friendly tone helped Veronica ease up a little.

"Um, yeah, I'm here for Ribb-...I mean, Robin."

The guard chuckled a bit and smiled.

"I'm sorry. She loves her fans and all, but you can't expect her to let everyone see her whenever they want, now can you?"

Veronica was a bit surprised at first, but then quickly realized what was going on.

"Oh nonono! I'm not..."

"Oh! You're Mechanica!"

She flinched a bit at the sudden exclamation and then slightly blushed when the guard showed her the cover of the sports magazine he was reading, which depicted a picture of her in her mech suit with a caption calling her a "young sensation."

"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you without your robot!"

She couldn't help but smile at that for some reason.

"It's okay! So, about Robin..."

"Oh, sure, sure. Let me just..."

He turned to a telephone in his booth and pressed a button on it. After a few seconds, he started talking.

"Yes, umm, I have, well, Mechanica waiting for...yes...yes, of course, right away."

He hung up, pressed another button in his booth and the gates slowly opened. Smiling, he told the young girl:

"Go on in. She's expecting you."

Veronica smiled and nodded.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Oh, but...before you go..."

Looking back at him, she saw that he presented his magazine and a pen to her.

"Could you...give me an autograph? For Walter?"

She blushed again. It wasn't the first time someone asked for her autograph, but she was still getting used to it.

"Oh, uh, sure!"

She took the magazine and the pen and quickly wrote "For Walter, from Mechanica" on it. As she did, she realized she really needed to work on her signature. She handed it back to Walter.

"Here you go!"

"Thank you so much! Have a nice evening!"

"You too!"

She walked through the ornate garden in front of the house, still in awe at its opulence. She would have never thought that someone like her would ever set in foot in such a place. It had everything you'd expect: Perfectly trimmed tree sculptures, beautiful flowerbeds ornately planted at the edges of the garden and the cobblestone path she was following right now ended at a comparatively plain, but to someone like Veronica still impressive looking fountain. As she looked ahead and past the fountain, she saw Robin standing in the doorway, smiling at her.

"Veronica! So glad you could make it!"

The younger girl froze up for a split second as her host spontaneously hugged her. Ribbon Girl was hugging her! And even though it only lasted a few seconds, it felt like an eternity and Veronica couldn't decide whether what was happening felt good or awkward to her. Thankfully, Robin didn't seem to notice.

"I hope Walter didn't give you any trouble."

"Hm? Oh no, he was very friendly. He...he even asked for my...autograph."

"What? Ohoho! Look at the superstar!"

Robin giggled and Veronica couldn't help but do the same. In a joking tone, she replied:

"Yeah, I can't save myself from my legions of adoring fans! But I doubt you of all people could understand that."

"Me? Adoring fans? You're right, there's no way I could know what that's like."

After about two seconds of looking at each other, both girls erupted in laughter.

"Well then, come on in. My parents aren't home and I told the staff they could take the night off, so we have the whole house to ourselves."

Despite being an obvious conclusion to draw, the thought of Robin having a whole house staff like butlers and maids and cooks and such impressed Veronica deeply. And that feeling of awe only increased as she entered a foyer that, as it seemed to her, was bigger than her entire house. She could help but...

"Woah!"

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"I...I'm just impressed, is all."

Robin looked around as she started walking up the stairs.

"Yeah, I guess it's impressive."

Veronica followed her onto the stairs.

"You guess?"

"Well, I mean, I lived here my entire life, so..."

Robin shrugged and continued walking, Veronica decided not to continue that particular conversation. Besides, she was busy marveling at the marble steps, mahogany railings and the giant chandelier in the middle of the foyer. The floor on top of the stairs was covered in a beautiful red carpet and overall, the whole environment made her feel both excited...and also kind of small.

"Well, here we are. This is my room."

The girls stood in front of a door with a golden doorknob (Veronica was unsure whether it was actual gold or not). Robin opened the door and led Veronica into a room that – again – left the younger girl speechless.

"You have a double bed?"

Getting maybe a little too excited, Veronica just jumped onto the big bed standing opposite the door. Robin had to chuckle at the younger girl's excitement.

"Yeah. It's nice to have a lot of room to stretch. Especially since...well, sometimes the ARMS come loose in my sleep, you know."

Veronica snorted.

"Sorry, but...that's such a funny image in my head. I guess not having ARMS has its advantages after all."

Robin chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, why don't you drop your things over there and we'll go to the kitchen? We have ice cream..."

Veronica looked at her intrigued.

"What flavor?"

Robin smirked and responded with deadly confidence.

"All of them."

"Deal."

[writing-walter]

Sometimes, he wondered why he was doing this.

No, really, why? It's not like he had to risk his life with two different jobs. Especially, if the second – and arguably more dangerous – one wasn't really paying that well.

“Have I lost it? I can't have lost it! It was way too big for that!“

He rubbed the stone on the right side of his chest as he was running through the moonlit alleyways of the city. Rubbing the bronze-shimmering carved stone did nothing of course. Its power worked continuously as long as it was close to its host, and he knew that. But rubbing it gave him the illusion of being able to something besides  meandering between buildings, hoping to miraculously run into...

“Wait, what was that?“

A noise made him turn around. He had to focus a bit, as the almost octopus-like looking stone could only do so much to reveal that which humanity should not see. Also, the fact that it was night and just now a big cloud had decided to move in front of the full moon didn't help matters.

But then he saw it.

The creature was humanoid, about six and a half feet tall. That alone wasn't too out of the ordinary, but the strange wings on its back (somewhere between a bat and a moth) and the head with the four compound eyes and the big sharp teeth made him wonder what kind of witchcraft made it so that these kinds of creatures were almost undetected in society.

And also, again, why he had to be the one deal with them.

But then, he saw the object between its teeth as it growled at him.

“Aww, you damaged it, you...weird...moth...bat...man...mothman-batman!“

He shot the creature in the chest and was relieved to see it bleeding. He was less relieved to realize that that only seemed to make it angrier. He dodged out of the way as it charged towards him and quickly shot three more bullets into its back.

“Man, this newfangled revolving pistol really makes the job more comfortable than my old flintlock.“

Those three shots seemed to weaken the creature, as it was now coming at him slower, but still at a considerable speed. Before he could react, the creature grabbed his throat with its claws and lifted him into the air.

“I...should've...stayed on...the ship tonight...“

He was struggling, an needed to think quickly. The only chance he saw was in his sword. With the last of his power fading, he drew the cutlass and quickly jammed into the monster's chest, right where his bullet left a red mark.

His plan worked. The mothbatman's shriek wasn't too pleasant on his ears, and his fall as the beast reflexively let go of him hurt his rear end somewhat, but at least he was free. As quick as he could, he grabbed the object the being dropped when it shrieked and shot the last two bullets...into its head.

That did it.

After retrieving his blade and cutting the thing's head off, just to be sure, he looked at the doll in his hand and smiled.

“I hope she won't mind the bruises her little friend has now.“

After dropping the toy off at the doorstep of its rightful owner, he quickly retreated to his home, hoping that his crew hadn't noticed his nightly absence.

Sometimes, he wondered why he was doing this.

But sometimes, he was glad that at least someone was.

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Strange Verse

You can't grasp what happens here Your blood hurts You don't want to step in here Damned curse You think of what shouldn't be Bile spurts What eldritch notions sicken thee? Dead words I think you understand Dark herds I think this is the end Strange herbs We'll enter oblivion It gets worse In madness, we will live again In strange verse

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My name is Gorg And in my cave Arachnids never Feel so safe They run in fear With their eight feet But it's no use

Spiders I eat

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Lore

Our wisdom flows so sweet The soldiers of the secret war Take the fight out to the street With gun, with blade, with Anima

The three kept in eternal struggle One wants power through deceit and lies One crushes 'neath its righteous knuckle The third one's soldiers? Butterflies

Everything is fully true All the things you feared Now, I ask, what will you do When confronted with the weird?

Our wisdom flows so sweet The end is nearly here There's only fighting, no retreat Pack up your arms, swallow your fear

I’ve been playing quite a bit of The Secret World lately. I’m not a big MMO player, but I really like this one. So...if you have no idea what this is about, play The Secret World.

(Dragon for life!)

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I find reprieve In what many believe To be a thing That none can bring Themselves to find enjoyable

The dark, macabre and grotesque The weird, the strange, the spooky I often find I'm feeling best When confronted with some kooky, Sombre, dead, bizarre, Morbid, creepy tralala

The night The fright The weird The feared The terrifyingly obscure

They're not pleasant, yes, but then How can the comfort that I find in them Feel so real, so true, so genuine

The eldritch and the pittoresque The otherworldly and grotesque That which defies and not defines Not always fits within the lines

Though I'd not call myself fearless I think that home is where the weird is

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So, why did you condemn a nation to this fate? Was it bigotry or ignorance or just inaction? At least four years to come of fear and hate Four years for violence to gain traction Maybe you weren't directly affected Maybe your brain should have been inspected Maybe your personal values Were more important than those whose Lives will now be disrespected But they were equally bad, right? Maybe this time next year, you might Think "I could have prevented this!" "Before it started have ended this!" "What this guy's doing, it just isn't fair!" "If I had just voiced support for her!" The sun comes up and the world still spins The future is gonna be rough But even after the orange monkey wins Just stay alive - that would be enough