once beautiful and red
it lay wilted and dead.
Watered it enough;
I did not
but my Love for it
was not a drought
I bid my goodbye
to This Rose
who decided to Die.
:Love: :Without mercy:Hold my hand
Listen to the pitter patter of the rain outside
The hush of our whispers
Quiet, they might hear us
Don't leave me.
I need you.
Best friends argue
have silent moments
The silence cuts your skin
When we both know
Those chains can never break
Love can never escape from your heart
And if it does
TSFP prologue"Hey boss, I have it!" A voice rang through the dark forest as a blue Pikachu dashed into the cave. The cave was large, tall and wide enough for a snorlax to walk through. "You do?" A loud growl rose from the shadows. Red sockets opened in the shadow, the eyes glowing a deep red. "Yeah!" The blue Pikachu replied, smiling widely as she pulled up a clear pale blue orb. "This was what you wanted, right?"
The glowing eyes scanned it and suddenly they withdrew from the darkness. What belonged to the eyes was a large Persian. His long, curved tail swished side to side as he studied it carefully. The Persian's eyes grew from intent to rage. "You fool!" His paw, swift as wind, drew up and slashed across the blue Pikachu's paw, smacking the orb across the room of the cave. It finally reached the ground, making a loud clanging noise against the hard ground and it tumbled and rolled quickly until it banged against the wall. "This isn't what I'm looking for. I'm looking for the Shadow Orb, not the
I believe...i believe in things unseen
i believe that smiling and laughing is the best cure for everything.
i believe that im not some stupid tree hugger hippie thing just because i care about global warming and our environment
i believe that writing is one of my passions
i believe that music is my life
i believe that art is a whole new way to look at life
i believe that out there somewhere, somebody could use my presence
i believe that i will be taken out of my world of punishment and reunited with my angel
i believe that you can do it, you just need time and patience and hope
i believe in hope
i believe in God
i believe that Jesus died for our sins
i believe i will go to heaven despite my bisexuality
i believe i am guilty for being a sinner and i ask God for forgiveness every day
i believe that i miss you very much
i believe that you don't know what you have until its gone
i believe that if you love something very much, let it go
i believe that every sweet smelling, beatuiful rose has its skin r
Light VS Dark chp 3Shadow trudged through the rain in the quiet forest, her head pounding from confusion. Why didn't Dark and Breeze see what she saw? They must think shes going mad! She twitched her umbreon-like tail. She could practically remember what they looked like: A blue Pikachu and a white Weavile. They both wore strange black capes and they stood together a few distances away, grinning evily, staring right in their direction. Who were they?! Shadow sighed, shrugging it off. She concentrated on more important problems: How she'd turn back into a human. She couldn't even remember anything from her old human past. Not even her human name. After a while of being a Pokemon, other Pokemon just started calling her Shadow for her quiet, somewhat, dark personality. Counting her dark fur color. Anger suddenly pulsed through her. She flinched. Why is she suddenly so angry? She haulted to a stop, turned toward a tree, and punched it as hard as she could. She let out a yelp, shaking her paw violently. She c
Light VS Dark chp. 2The next morning gray clouds covered the sky, threatening a thunder storm. Dark crawled out of the cave, careful to not wake his friends. He saw a wide field, mostly hardened dirt and short grass, a few trees skirted the area and a big rock stood on the left of his sight. He breathed in the morning air, heaving a sigh afterward. He looked ahead, spotting an Oran berry tree. Thats a great place to just relax, Dark thought drowzily as he dashed to it. He climbed up it, smelling in it's sweet berry scents, which reminded him how hungry he was. He plucked a plump Oran berry, taking a big bite out of it. I wonder how my family is doing... He thought, but soon retracted the thought. He decided now that he had a new place to crash, he shouldn't worry about his family. His mother would be just fine, and his sister and father... God, who knows what they're up to. His sister was in the Elemental group, just like his father. Then he wondered about Light..... Was he still evil? Where is he now? Wa
Light VS Dark chp. 1Rain poured on the cave roof, soothing their ears. A black Buneary with strangley no waist fluff, gray ear fluff, purple tipped bangs, a green tongue, paw pads, and inside her ears, a checkered wristband on her left paw, an umbreon tail, and yellow eyes, lay on her side, sleeping peacefully. An Eevee with a pale blue and white fedora on her head, a pale blue collar with a silver bell on it, and gray rings on her ancles lay on her stomach with her head resting on her paws, her puffy tail swaying in the soft wind that escaped the rain that poors down outside. The last of the bunch - a black Sneasel, with red and white shoes and yellow pants - sprawled on his back, staring blindly at the pitch black cave ceiling. He stifled a yawn and switched positions to his side, face toward the Buneary and cave entrence. He watched the rabbit-like creature's chest rise up and down and listened to the rain drumming on the cave roof. The sound was very peaceful, he loved it when it rained. It
Game Over chp1It was night time. All I could hear was the thud against the wet pavement I made with my shoes and my heavy panting. I was running down the empty streets in my small town of Rockford. Rain spattered against the ground and blinded me from getting my glasses soaked. I don't know why I was running, though. The rain was too hard and thick for me to see where I was going. The moon was hidden by the thunder clouds, so that made it even more impossible to see. My legs were starting to ache from the running, but I couldn't let myself stop. I didn't know why, though. Confusing and fear was stearing me. Suddenly, WHAM!
Everything went black. I finally opened my eyes for what seemed like hours in my world, but only seconds in the real one. I could feel a liquid coming from my nose, but I didn't dare move a mussle to feel it. I didn't have to, anyway. I could taste the blood as the scarlet liquid ran down my face and forced its way into my shut lips. The cold pavement I lay before chilled me to th
The Battle of Two
Hayley walked along the cement road in Japan, her cat-like tail twitching. She raised her hand up to her face and brushed the brown locks of hair out of her left eye, but they only fell back over her eye again. Hayley sighed, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. Today was such a boring day. Hayley passed the coffee shop, only to pause and turn her head to stare at it. It had been a long day at school, and Hayley wasn't able to eat at all the day. Her stomach growled. She adjusted the backpack on her shoulder and looked left to right. A car zoomed past, and after that it became quiet again. Then Hayley bounded across the black surface to the other side of the street. She slowed her pace and walked inside.
It smelled of coffee and different pastries, and you could hear small mutters from boothes, but Hayley couldn't hear what they were saying. She walked past a booth, and they stared at her as she walked past. Hayley couldn't help but feel the burn of embarrisment. She was forced t
South Park Fanfic chp 2Hayley gawked as she scrambled to her feet. "I am sooo sorry!" She said as she looked frantically for some napkins or a towel. "Its fine," Kenny said as he wiped the food from his face with a nearby napkin. Hayley was still embarrased. "A-are you sure?" Hayley asked. "Yeah, I'm sure." Kenny gave a small smile then Tammy proceeded to pull him away. Blushing a little, Hayley turned and embarrased, walked back to her table. "Dude you okay? Was Kenny mad?" Stan asked. "No, he wasn't. Yes I'm fine." Hayley grumbled, sitting down. Cookie patted her back to comfort her. Hayley sighed, blowing a strand of hair from her face. Finally the bell for lunch rang. Hayley shot up and as quickly as she could, walked to her classroom.
"So, we goin' to the park now?" Hayley asked as she rushed over to Kyle's side. "Yeah," Kyle replied as they both walked outside the school doors. Hayley was still tense about what happened earlyer at lunch. "Look, you don't have to be so pissed off at yourself." Kyle
i was born to destroy youi am no hydra.
there is no poison-tipped spear,
no angry torch to hold to my neck
i may not raze your fields nor eat your livestock
but i was born to destroy you.
when i smile i want you to think
not of wolves, but of girls
pretty girls, with flirtatious red lips
and teeth white as pearls
not of monsters who lurk
under grandmother's bed
swallowing children for supper.
i am no chimaera, no sphinx:
no hero can vanquish me on winged pegasus
i cannot breathe fire or deceive with words
(it's all appearances, everyone knows that.)
do not forget
it was helen who launched a thousand ships,
clytemnestra who slew agamemnon
judith who beheaded holofernes
because no one thinks that your lipstick
might be congealed blood,
nobody thinks that the points of your nails
might serve more than a decorative purpose
nobody stops to consider the nightshade in your perfume,
the foxglove flowers on the mantle
and the cyanide in your purse.
perhaps i don't look like a monster, but remember:
no one's an angel
Blue PillI've only ever followed
the path already sketched
out for me, but the blueprints
print blues to my forehead;
to my forearms. Cracking smiles
is as taboo to me as crack rocks.
I've tried crossing the River Styx
on my own, but I always
find myself getting drowned
by the Ferryman, as he tells me
that it's not the right time
that it's over for me yet.
So I take the blue pill
and a handful of advil
to ease into reality.
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
PhoenixI won't be your phoenix,
your death wish
of maudlin words
stretched across this failing light.
I will not wear
new wings for you
that crimson you
were born with -
a mother's final wish
to keep out the winter
But I will wait,
the flaw and beauty
of your youth
painted across your palms
as you hold up
the moon to meet me.
Authorshipyou’re the author
of this story - and yet
insist on playing
the role of a foil
when you could
rewrite the pages
as you wish.
the equation formerly known as 'us'integrating integrity into nano-christened circuits,
this is the difference between what you see
and what goes on, the anonymities between our arteries and
mitochondria: all the makeup of an atomic bomb,
bits of fire and reasons why we didn't stop
a level above consciousness,conclusion: is it sanctuary,
like the sound of self-destruction and cannon-made creation,
softer, slicker, a sunset in between your motherboard and the fifth dimension,
sounds like love or anarchy, (the computation makes it wonder:
is the difference?)
this is one definition tracked by linguists in the future: one,
two, not addition but simulation, emulsion, (fusing)
different atoms, different substance
ingratiated quarks and bearing down,
so tangled up the universe
doesn't know us now
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,
that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead.
It isn’t true.
It’s said the stench of hell infects the earth
and healths of heated blood are downed.
But Hamlet lied.
The dead know nothing, the living less.
There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;
souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
RidaYou said your name
was Rita with a "d"
and let me blunder
my way through you.
You said I had charm
(and finesse was for amateurs)
I liked how you were a ladder,
how you could speak
in any accent you wanted;
you liked when I
did not change the sheets
or tie my hair back,
You had dropped
out of art school
where your father
still thought you were a virgin,
and I was bussing tables
on St. Charles.
We lived all that summer
in one room
and a kitchen.
You would fry plantains
and we would wash them down
with purple haze,
watching the musicians
silhouette their souls
against the sky.
you would tell fortunes
in Jackson Square
and men would pay
just to watch your copper hair
spill out their future
across the cards.
The city had never
seemed so clean
so fragrant with rain
and the daze of hibiscus
rioting in the courtyard
followed us in our sleep.
But autumn came too soon,
hooded in chill -
its mood ugly and resentful.
I watched you deadhead someone's roses
in the yard -
after the explosion
are these suns,
a faint projection
from an unreachable darkness,
And then everything is simultaneous;
the entangled mess,
And maybe it's all about editing and being edited-
The pilot painted across a desert,
A desert painted across the pilot.
Or the holographic drift, a surface reflection-
The expanse outside echoed inward,
Jagged orange treelines over the firefly black like someone holding onto a woman
(or the memory of a woman).
Or maybe just the T.V. relay
as I struggle to sleep,
from both dimensions
glowing and whispering:
The horses of your apocalypse/the apocalypse of your horses.