Celebi's TearsCelebi's Tears4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before I begin, allow me to give you some background information.
For my entire life I have been a fan of the Pokemon series.
It all started when I was little, when I played Pokemon Red on my old pink Game boy colour.
Yes, I was hooked from the start.
The creatures, the world, the feeling of going on an adventure, I loved everything about it.
At the time I am writing this, Pokemon Black and White have already been released in Japan but not yet in America, so I have to wait a few months until I am able to play it, since I don't want to import it. (I would have imported it if I could understand Japanese, though)
As you probably have figured out by now, while some fans tend to leave the series at one point, usually because of their disappointment with the new Pokemon, I have always liked each generation and their Pokemon equally and I will probably continue to play these games until they simply stop getting made.
Now, this brings us to the story I'd like to tell.
Like a lo
PC Box "Nothing" Version 2....Never again.....PC Box "Nothing" Version 2.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was Christmas not too long ago. I had asked for alot, And I got the majority of the things I wanted. I got a black Nintendo Wii, An inflatiable Mario Kart for my Wii, I got my Three Days Grace CD, Clothes.
And 2 DS Games.
One of the games was Pokemon SoulSilver Version,
And the other one was a used Pokemon Platinum Version.
That made me really happy, Because they were both on the top of my Christmas list~ So I immediately got my DS after opening the games. I put in Platinum first because it was a used one, and I was eager to find out what was saved on this mini DS cartridge.
The saved file had the name of a male trainer named "PLATINUM", As I expected. I started out at Solaceon Town. I guessed the gamer was breeding ..or something of the sort. I opened up the pokemon party, And there was all high level Pokemon. There was a level 100 male Torterra, a level 94 Spritomb, a level 97 female Staraptor, a level 99 Manaphy, a level 100 Giratina, and a level 10
Who I AmI am a vegetarian who has loved nature all my life.Who I Am3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a never-ending list of relatives and nationalities.
I am a big sister, a daughter, a niece, a granddaughter, and most importantly a cousin.
I am sun through the vibrant trees in autumn and moonlight on a frozen forest.
I am confident of who I am and plagued by self-doubt.
I am a child running and playing with the boy across the street, and an adolescent losing him forever.
I am words on a page and in my head, stories to escape this life for better or worse.
I am candlelight on a stormy night, and moonlight when the sky is clear.
I am the ocean, free to do as I please and trapped forever in myself.
I am a wolf pack and a solitary cat, an owl flying high and a fox stealing the night.
I am a paintbrush, spreading the brightest colors and subtlest shades on the possibility of a white canvas.
I am a rose to love and mourn.
I am an unbiased start and a final farewell.
I am a student all my life, soaking in knowledge like a sponge.
A Sizeable CrackTake care of an egg for a week. Okay. I can do that. How hard could that possibly be? It doesnt eat anything; it doesnt need sleep or entertainment. Oh, we have to take it everywhere we go, even if you go to a hockey game, eh? I wonder what the security people at the RBC center would think if you tried to bring an egg through the metal detectors. I can imagine them spreading the word. Hey, did I tell you about that weirdo with the egg? Its situations like these when I wish I could hear peoples thoughts.A Sizeable Crack7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Stupid egg is too big for the bag. I wonder if this tissue paper is really good enough as far as padding goes. I guess Ill have to be careful not to drop it. I dont want to be one of those mothers that drop their kids on their heads. Thats not a very good excuse for why kids get messed up anyway. They should be blaming the parenting skills behind the mental problems. My brother was dropped on his head, and he turned out just fine. I
The Angel and the CrowI wish that you would knowThe Angel and the Crow5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The way I feel for you
The right path never makes
The sky as pretty as you do
And if we threw away
The fear of yesterday
The masks might fall eventually,
And maybe I can say
How you make me feel this way
I know Im not alone,
As lonesome as I sound.
The day you crashed into my life
I felt like I was found.
And you won't notice me,
And you won't even care,
And hopeless are these thoughts
Beneath the faces that I wear-
Too loud for me to bear
And I don't think that you
Deserve me like you do
When all of me is yours to take,
And you don't even notice it
And I don't think that I
Should tell myself a lie
When every day I fake it,
Cause there's no one here to take it,
But without you I might die.
But without you I might-
Driving are these forces,
Pulling me out of my mind,
Pushing sinful thoughts and hopes
Where I cant bury them behind
You don't even know my name,
It's lost; it has no place in time
But these foolish notions force
Me way too far across th
She.She.9 years ago in General More Like This
She once told me that love was a scary thing. I didn't believe her.
She was right.
She was bright and radiant, I couldn't get enough of her.
She never washed her make-up off, and nobody ever looked so sexy with eyeliner smudges.
She could down a pint quicker than me, but would get pissed on five WKD's.
She would feel me up in front of her parents, but never let me touch her outer thighs.
She tried to pretend that nothing fazed her, but when I held her close and didnt look, her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
She had a way of saying 'I love you' that made each time sound unique.
She had a kiss that left me dizzy as a schoolgirl.
She drank tea without milk, but liked to put ice-cream in it as a special treat.
She wrote me a love song, and I loved it.
She thought her laugh was retarded, but I know it was the cutest thing in the world.
She was angelic, like a dream.
She was the most real person I have ever seen in my life.
She made every thing around her alive and vivid, even me.
Live Another DayLive Another Day11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hold a knife
to my throat
they all think that it's a joke
but it's not
this is real
all the feelings they can't feel
are all kept
I just wish that I could hide
from the fear
and the pain
all is lost, nothing to gain.
Hold a gun
to my head
I just wish that I was dead
but I'm not
I don't know why I'm alive
but now I
have the gun
looks like I have finally won
so I'll stop
pull the trigger, no delay.
Wrap a rope
round my neck
wanna die so what the heck?
No one knows
no one cares
either that or no one dares
to say what's
on their mind
I just wish that I could find
to stay there
but I'm drowning in despair.
to my arm
can't live on so what's the harm
in this one
soon I'll make all of them pay
never see another day
but I can't
so I'll die
and I'll never wonder why.
Smoke a joint
pop a pill
one of them has got to kill
good and quick
make it fast
I don't want this life to last
all the pain
now I've figured
Personal HellBlood spilled and splatteredPersonal Hell10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
while dreams are shattered
and hopes fly away in the night.
The white rug, stained,
with no one to blame
but the person that's holding the knife.
The blood drips down
'till it spills on the ground
where it simply begins to pool.
The drops fall like tears
cried over the years
'till my soul was hardened and numb.
I drop to the floor
soon I'll be no more
for my death is nearly complete.
So goodbye, it's the end,
maybe we'll meet again
if you visit my personal hell.
Her WorldHer World11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The puzzle's peices
just don't fit,
My mirror shows things
that scare me,
A girl in black,
Eyes red from tears,
My mirror lies,
These things can't be.
She stares back from
her mirror world,
Touching the glass
that draws the line,
Her mirror world
looks just the same,
But those tears she cries
just can't be mine.
Her room is dark,
no light or sound,
The mirror's lies
invade my mind,
My moonlit sky
is veiled by darkness,
My world and hers
can't be combined.
I'm screaming but
I hear no sound,
My eyes can see
right through her,
her pain and fear,
flow through her veins
to kill her.
Her mirror world
begins to fall,
Her eyes expose
Her world gives
Broken SpiritBroken Spirit11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Broken spirit wandering
through out the halls of gray.
And knowing that she'll see them now
through each and every day.
She tried to fight the puppet strings
she tried to get away,
but tears of grief and pain and fear
would always block her way.
Tears of pain and grief were cried
for loved ones never known.
And tears of fear from all the years of
torture never shown.
The walls began to close her in
to block any escape.
She screamed and shouted endlessly
with words that had no shape.
She shouted for a helping hand
someone to lift her out.
But no one heard her piercing screams
no one could see her doubt.
A voice unheard that faded softly
died a lonely death.
A broken spirit wandering
until there was none left.
That broken spirit wanders still
throughout its lonely days.
Wishing she could find a way
out of the twisted maze.
She cries at night so very soft
that not a soul can hear.
A broken spirit, running from all
that once she held so dear.
MadnessI'm drowning in sadnessMadness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And spiraling into madness
My mind is a mess
So make a guess
I'm falling into craziness
So I can become careless
And find hapiness
SleeplessSleepless12 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Kitty wanted out. So she tried to kill herself. Swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. Now she can't wake up. She can't get out.
"Here's your latte."
Kitty looked down at the tall drink, then up at the man who had brought it. He was tall, blond, and pale. He had large white wings sticking out of his black blouse.
"Am I dead?"
"No!" the man answered.. "Of course not... Well, not really." He smiled at her. "Just drink your latte, I have one mocha to do and I'll be right back to explain everything. This happens quite a bit, you know."
He left and Kitty slowly picked up her drink, taking in her surroundings. She was sitting in a large armchair, covered with an old chenille blanket, warm and comfortable. In front of her a couple were making out, their coffees slowly cooling on the end table. Everywhere in the café people were drinking coffee, talking and reading or just staring into space. No one was smiling.
Suddenly, the door opened and a man staggered in. His righ
That moment....That momentThat moment....1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About the thing
You have forgotten
About the tears
That you already shed
You are hurt
By the wound
That you inflicted
You give up everything
While in fact
You have nothing left
Double RealityDouble RealityDouble Reality8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Schizophrenia. They barely knew the meaning of it for they'd only seen one of its sides portrayed in movies. The side that was deranged; the other personality that was usually either full of malicious intent or bizarre to the extreme. But what they didn't know was that movies and television was that they mal-portrayed the illness on several occasions, or gave the wrong impression of what the illness was. Schizophrenia had nothing to do with a split personality, especially not in this case.
"Are you saying that our daughter suffers from a split personality disorder?" These were the words of fear escaping the mouth of Mrs. Samuels. She was sitting in the office of some psychiatrist that she and her husband had decided to call when their daughter started acting strangely, and this odd behaviour didn't go away. It didn't seem to her like her daughter had a split persona at all, but that's what the doctor was telling her, or so she thought.
Blood Red MoonBlood Red Moon9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A poisoned arrow
Shot into a blackened sky
Paints the moon blood red.
God is DeadWake up, againGod is Dead1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And pick the smile
You'd like to wear today
Get up, pretend
It might be a while
Before things start
To go your way
Act like everybody's friend
No signs of guile
In any words you say
Soon it'll all end
They'll act hostile
And they'll start
Pushing you away
Are you alright with being alone
Or Are you afraid
Keep acting like you're brave
Take these fears down to your grave
There is no one who can help you
I know you're begging to be saved
There will be no Angels
That'll come here to your aid
You can't be saved
What you pick out of this life is what you'll take
If you're playing with emotions
Eventually hearts break
And nothing is going to save you of the ache
You can't be saved
No, you can't be saved
It's time you realized
You're all alone
That God is dead
Please open your eyes
You're on your own
With these demons
In your head
Stop ignoring every
Word that's being said
Start treating the wound
Don't just clean up
What you have bled
Don't hide your dread
No you can't be
HimYou're confusing me.Him6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One moment gentle and kind;
the next rash and hurtful
That mask of sarcasm waivers when
you meet my eyes
Are you afraid to love?
Or has love been too elusive for your grasp
Absentmindedly your hands work
perfecting-gently-smoothing and shaping
Your hands know love, so do your eyes
Is that why they seem to sparkle at my touch?
Let your words flow,
no longer held captive in the expectations of others
I love you.
For There Is A Girl...There is a girl who does not fit in.For There Is A Girl...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She couldn't be more different
In the society she was raised in;
She thinks the exact opposite.
She finds it odd that two girls
Cannot dance the way a man and
She finds it odd that those being
Accused of horrible acts are being
Accused by people who have done worse.
She finds it odd that there are
Signs and campaigns for allowing
She finds it odd that being a
Woman means you are weak
And it is an insult to be called
In the society she is in,
She is different.
For there is a girl who does not
Why two people of the same
Cannot marry. Why one group of people
By another that is far worse.
There is a girl that cannot
Why words are offensive or
People use them. She cannot
Why, as a woman, she is not
To wear what she wants without being
If she is white, then she is racist.
If she is black, then she is a criminal.
If she is straight, then she is homophobic.
Missing in the Back of ClassThe kid who sat in front of me in class was really quiet today. It's weird, because we usually talk a lot when we're both actually here at the same time. It was a weird day, because it seemed like everyone was in class. Like, all the seats were taken and that hardly ever happens. And when everyone's here, it's never really quiet at all. See, I go to a D.C. public high school, which, if you live anywhere around here, you'd know that we have an incredibly high absence rate. And even when there's like half the kids than normal in class, it's never quiet. I mean, sometimes I think you learn more not going to my school than when you actually go. So, most of the time it's kind of thin in school. But, there were plenty of kids in class today.Missing in the Back of Class9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I like to sit in the back of the class when I have a choice. That's probably like most of you. I guess I just don't like to be noticed. Plus, it's easier to get away with shit back here. I write a ton of stuff (unrelated to the class, of co
+Porcelain Doll+You can try to crush me,+Porcelain Doll+6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you won't.
You can draw your knife across my skin,
I will bleed.
But not for you.
For the many others you have torn down.
You will not tear me down.
Your sharp tongue cuts like a blade,
But your words will never reach me.
I am broken,
But I can be fixed.
My pale skin isn't perfect,
You won't see these cracks spread,
I won't give you the satisfaction.
Someone else will fix me.
I am not your porcelain doll.
A Servant of Evil~"You are my lady ..I am your servant .."~A Servant of Evil4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Len smiled wistfully, gazing out the palace windows. The skies were aglow with fire, red streaks akin to blood marring the cloudy black and painting the night with a fiendish glee. Through the glass he could hear the rioting crowds, their cries ringing across the palace grounds and echoing in the city, calling all those forth who despised the dainty princess of fourteen. They decreed her evil, a viper in the hellish garden of despair. Despite their words, he only knew as his sister. His lady.
Fate had not been kind to him and his darling sibling. Torn apart at a young age, she was pampered and taught the ways of the throne, while he was trained to be here mere lapdog. A servant, there to adhere to the tiny princess's every wile. Never permitted to reveal his blood relation, which the princess had forgotten, Len had dutifully splayed himself before his laughing and lovely twin, a hand to his chest and knee on the floor. ~"What is your
VoodooVoodoo10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
im beginning to think
youre a witchdoctor
cause youve some spell on me
a feeling of
sweet sickness love
yeah, youve some magic on me
im feeling like a voodoo doll
and you stuck a pin thru my heart
cause i no longer desire
other than the sequential tart
and im beginning to feel
like youre a hunter now
are you chasing after me?
ive been chasing you so long
that its made it hard to see
yeah, im feeling like
a voodoo doll
and you stuck a pin thru my heart
what sweeter song
any prettier melody
....its been you from the start
and theres daisies growing now
where there once was just shit
shows youve been here recently
laid your magic
around my house
to show me what you can be
i already know
and i love you so
iim waiting for you to love me
oh please dont let me slip out of your grasp
ill never fall between the cracks
im feeling like a voodoo doll
and you stuck a pin thru my heart
cause i no longer desire
other than the sequential tart
Warriors 100 Themed ChallengeWarriors 100 Themed Challenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Clan camp
6. Medicine Cat
7. Senior Warrior
8. Junior Warrior
9. New Warrior
10. Medicine Cat Apprentice
13. Queen with Kits
15. New Litter
22. Four Trees
33. Full Moon
34. Moon Stone
37. Dog Pack
40. The Great Journey
41. Tribe of Rushing Water
43. Sun Drown Place
49. Lake Territories
50. Abandoned Twoleg Nest
53. Moon Pool
58. Tortoiseshell and White
68. Twoleg Place
69. Tree Cut Place
70. Solid Pelt Color
True strengthStrength.True strength6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The definition of strength varies among people.
Some people believe that strength comes from being superior.
Winning all the time, making others lose, pointing their weaknesses, and condescending them.
They believe that strength comes from how much they don't fall.
But a true strength is not determined by how much weakness they don't have.
It's determined by their strength to embrace and accept their weaknesses.
There is nothing wrong with being weak or wrong, or not knowing something.
Because what really matters is how they acknowledge and accept these weaknesses and strive for improvement.
A show of ignorance or an offensive response is merely a cover over their desperate need to hide and deny their weaknesses.
It's easy to deny, to be seen strong. But they can't fight their inner desperation of such greed.
It takes a lot to accept. It takes true strength to admit mistakes, admit defeat, to overcome their inner desire to be superior.
It's okay to have weaknesses