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
there's something fatal about coughing up verse.i got written up for writing poetry on the desks
i don't think they liked the language i used
when i wrote how my heart was beating
like headboards against the walls of people fucking
at 3 am to the sounds of joy division
whenever you read me paintings at dawn.
they were going to send me to the counselor,
but i said my therapist probably wouldn't like that,
so they just let me go.
but this saturday, when i'm cleaning lives off of every desk in school,
i'll just be thinking how much i'd rather be sitting on your roof
and laughing when we argue about rimbaud
and sighing as we start to die.
ElenaElena followed me home
from work one night
and stayed for tea and eggs,
and all that minimum wage
and wars between the sheets
She said she was a goddess,
daughter of a carpenter
with her long red, red hair
and eyes as warm as hazel nuts
on Christmas morning.
Her hands spoke braille
across my back
and made the silence
of Sunday into a prophecy.
She left one October
just like she said she would
when the fireflies
had turned their wings to ash.
And I found revelation
in red, red wine
and cheap red, red fabric
that came off in my hands
The Owl's RiddleYou come and ask me,
but you don't always understand my answers.
You meet me in the night,
but I'm not a bird of darkness.
Venom QuillVenom Quill 9/26/14
I'll tattoo you with a poison quill
all the venom I will spill
So all the misery you imbued
will permanently stick to you.
I cannot find any time
when you did not feed me lines.
So I will etch on you all the
pain inside my skin
until the message sinks right in.
WineHead on a patisserie table
with a wine-scented napkin
that I scrawled your name all over
in the hopes it might necromance
or just romance you
to this place, at this time,
so we could be together again
and although the guitarist knows
that I'm broken beyond blue
I keep reaching for the bottle
in the hopes it might recreate
or just replicate
short history of the universe(what it's like is anne sexton quoting van gogh about sometimes having a terrible need for religion)
A lake slams into a bus and a city is unborn.
Enter an ocean of fog and then desert after desert stacked above the hills.
Then you get drunk as fuck near the tumbling skyline,
and this god damned room burns like prayer in your chest.
Then many missing scientists reappear in your brittle beach,
and your satellites in relapse all bending,
and what it's like is some kind of disaster, honestly;
the arms and the aerosol and the linen and the light.
And the rumble forwarding the sovereign wreck saying
survive yourself like you've survived me;
saying the game-changing theory was that everything is always moving,
and same for the carousal shadow bleeding through the mountain in your dream,
same for your silence and the sudden red rain of witnesses.
And then what unconquerable continents,
what strange forecast occupied via gate via wind and wave-
multitudes of sick yellow branch
to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,
or to have myself cradled
in the curve of a throat,
but to be broken,
to be diminished
by your lack of affection
& over indulgence of sexualization.
uneducated in your intent,
found myself left entirely whole
& incapable of the fury
i had sought to sow between the
ridges of my aching ribs.
the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echo
of a cloudburst,
the earth curls invisible fingers
about my achilles' tendon
she cries that i am not
intended for the clouds,
that my mind must not wander
between their susurrous concaves
furious with her insistence,
untether myself from the soft,
diaphonous comfort of the heavens
down into the weight of gravity.
listless green blades welcome my soles,
stimulating a tickle,
a sneeze; i never have done well
she is calling for me,
soft-tongued and crisp in her
& i am sorely tempted
i am not for the soil.
she becomes my inhale;
my alveoli shudder
beneath her force--
i am not for the air, either.
i stand beneath her onslaught
until she tires,
her molten heart beating beneath my toes;
unable to woo me with her facets,
cloaking me in one last attempt,
a final shadow.
my pores bloom
& i r