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
UnawareWhen you are two and five and ten
you are unaware ––
of the cactus in the windowsill,
how, fragile, each quill bends
and breaks and falls apart.––
Twelve years later, on a Tuesday,
you dream about a boy
who bumps his head
on an iron slate and you wake
in a cold sweat.
You are twelve when you are
always bumping shoulders.
Twenty-two years of Thursday.
There is nothing at all.
And you wonder (and
you wonder why)
each time you wake.
The cactus in the window bleeds
with you when you bump it.
No one ever mentioned
frightened things bite.
So you have always been unaware.
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
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the Knight
Whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the Knight,
Whose armor is dull and broken.
Whose horse is weary,
Whose heart is heavy.
Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,
For that dragon has done nothing,
And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.
Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,
By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,
But wants to free the dragon,
Who does not wish to marry her savior--
Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,
Who wants to live and to learn.
For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,
Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,
But to see the world and live in the light.
Do not give me the evil dragon,
Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.
No, give me the dragon who is weary,
Who longs for the freedom of the sky,
Whose leg is burdened with chains,
And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,
SaturdayWe slept on the floor when you drank.
– Like worried puppies
too small to reach the bed,
and sat with our backs to the wall
by the bathroom while you showered,
we hid car keys,
Peering over ledges,
I watched your listless eyes
wander to windows
thinking of your mother and marriage,
toes curled around the coffee table corner,
and we begged you to sleep.
Zach cleaned the sinks,
the rugs and the ashtrays,
capped the bottles and placed them
high on the shelves.
You woke to cartoons,
a headache, a fresh
pack of cigarettes. –
We never talked on Sunday mornings.
A Somber NightA Somber Night 1/1/07
The times we spent together weigh
heavily on my mind.
Red was your flowing dress
on our second date.
Yellow, the tulips I gave
you on our six month anniversary.
Our life before the incident is a blur.
Green was the grass we laid in
as we gazed at the brilliant stars all night.
What are you thinking now?
Are you thinking at all?
We were as one, our bodies intertwined.
Remember how we would interpret
the shining ones as our imaginations wandered?
I stayed up all night when you got sick.
When I view the stars now...
I die a little inside.
Black is the color I wear.
Blue is the feeling I am fighting.
You were the one I wanted to
drink coffee with every morning.
You left without explanation.
You left too soon.
Orange shined down on your tousled
hair at dawn - the waves remind of pain.
Yellow is the sunrise we can't share anymore.
I envision your last breath.
Anger engulfs my eyes with
The Silver stars never lie,
their light continues to shine,
SurrenderI remember the colors
that night on the porch
when the fireflies claimed
the air around us -
the bright blue
blazing between your fingers
as you said
breathing was a trick
of the night.
I raised your hand
to touch my face,
feeling the pink trail
of the morning
yet to come
humming on your palm
and the deep pulse
of orchid staining my mouth
in soft surrender.
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
you can't have it allBut you can have eating wild grapes and their skin like beetle wings
cocooned in bruises. You can have swings that go so high you kick
a hole in the clouds. You can have chickens following you through the front door
and the cat’s gift to say, Look, I am taking care of you.
You can have happiness, but tempered as
your first taste of wine when you hid your puckering face
because you were eight years old and dangerous.
You can have a touch you blush for, ferret hands dancing,
small and terrifying and knowledgable.
You can have an aspiration of “us” held on one stool leg, darting breaths but
never admitting to dreams, to a stew of practicality.
You can talk to her, sometimes,
and even mean something.
You can have the book you stole after she stumbled,
and “that” word sank into your hands. You can’t cure cancer,
but you can have two sets of spoons in the same sink
although she’s only touched the one you lent her,
the one you didn’t expe
love letters to introvertsi.
To the boy who prefers spending Friday nights at home:
the world does not understand how beautiful silence sounds
As you crack open that book you've been waiting to read,
or plug in your computer,
or listen to music,
or just maybe stare at the night sky from your bedroom window-
(please) remember what everyone else seems to forget;
that being alone does not always equal lonely--
and that sometimes no company is the best company there is.
To the girl who does not speak up in class:
I was once you.
You are not deficient, I promise, despite everyone telling you otherwise.
You might be the only one who will ever know the universes
tucked inside your head,
because they are beautiful secrets you cannot bring yourself to share,
for fear that they might be vandalized.
When you speak,