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
Confessions of a BorderlineHer gaze is the most peculiar thing,
she can't hold still for anyone.
One minute, it's rosewater delicate
and the next - the fire of a Gatling gun.
She's exactly what occurs when sugar and salt
are mixed in a chemical reaction.
Have you seen the way she walks the die?
Oh, but it's such an attraction!
You may feast your eyes, but you'd better not touch,
in fact, you should never go near her.
But hide away and lock your doors
and teach the kids to fear her!
When she gets upset over the littlest thing,
she gets all suicidal
(though you really should see her when she gets mad
she's full-blown homicidal).
When it comes to sanity (or lack thereof),
she's Harley's fiercest rival.
Can't calm her nerves to live her dream
then she stuffs up every recital.
She very hardly discerns her feelings,
she may hate you but she'll need you to live.
But she's barely a person, so it's perfectly fine
to use her till you've all she can give!
And you can't fall in love with a girl like her
(unless, of course,
DevourOh I'm well aware of my own limitations,
Unlike you, I do not quite have the talent.
I cannot warp the minds of the young and malleable,
I cannot make them believe I am greater than I am.
I am simply, not like you...
But if I were to eat you, I wonder.
Would I too experience such glory?
If I were to devour your flesh,
And drink your soul as if it were a fine wine.
Would I too become great?
Let us find out you and I;
And I'll thank you in advance, for the lovely meal!
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
Losing ItI'm kind of going crazy,
I'm caught inside my mad mind.
Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine!
The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur.
I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur!
And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin;
The hair is falling down and the voices make a din!
I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key,
So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.
Back BiteIf you think that you can beat me with your fakery,
I won't let you break or put me down; I'm a landmine!
And if you think that you can ever silence this deal,
Then sew your lips shut, while I show you what's real!
You live inside your fairytale world,
And you're ever right.
Think that you can cloud us with this fantasy?
I will show you venom and I will show you poison,
I will spit you verse that is as raw as its poignant
So why don't you sit back, arms flat, relax;
Let a new man take control of the apex!
And if you think that you can touch with flower-kissed verses,
I will take your dreams and I'll turn them into curses;
Don't think that you can fake a writer who's real,
Or I might have to show you how the real dark feels!
The DonorThe Doner 7/27/15
I've had a good life.
I have no regrets.
It''s time for me to die.
What will be my legacy?
These are things I wonder.
How will I be remembered?
Who will mourn me?
Have I done enough?
Did I appreciate the air I breathe?
So I made a decision.
A choice of the heart.
When I die I will donate
parts of me.
Parts I hold dear.
If in the future I can be helpful
to someone who is without - that will
be my purpose.
My corneas, which helped me view beauty
and ugliness in this world.
I will give to someone who can't see.
Maybe they have been blind all their
life or maybe it's new and it kills them.
If I can give them a glimpse of what
I saw then I will die with a grin on my face.
My lungs ( although I had asthma and suffered
occasionally when I was young ) could
breathe new life into a child or
a person with emphysema.
Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.
And finally my heart. Which now beats faster
knowing my fate. I don't wish to die.
But the cancer is coursing throu
NostalgiaThe first time my fingers
Sailed across your shorelines
was magical. It felt like I was running
through the past and pulling memories
from way back. But even nostalgia
eventually becomes useless and mundane.
A chore to hide the bitterness
With sour kisses and cheap perfume.
We lived our lives in New York minutes;
Being wasted was never time wasted,
We survived for a while
on fake laughs and ganja cookies.
But like everything; like with everyone else,
Within an instant,
I made you breakfast,
and was gone.
san gabrielSometimes you dream about a burning grocery store and it means nothing.
This is me standing in a hallway realizing that the people who left
aren't showing up for dinner, that's why it's only a theory.
Look at these streetlights, look at you wearing that wreckage on your face,
soaked in radio. To white windmills flickering across the coast, to
your dogs barking like shootouts behind these gates. An old forest flashes
against the bridge and starts breathing; headlights bleach our hills and you say
What kind of ending is this, I'm never here anymore.
And Hell yeah, I think, how insane that the species blooms in catastrophe,
how improbable to survive this lottery, to conquer the probability
of having never blinked toward the blinding white shipwreck,
to find an abandoned planet and fill it with chairs. Back in the day
I'd probably moan for the other side, but now I'd argue that our people's poetry
is best understood as a consequence; not a shotgun but the stained carpet
being dragged from
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t