Celebi's TearsCelebi's Tears5 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 2.5 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
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
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
Only DeathOnly Death11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She stands in the dark, her gun in hand,
ready to leave this ruined land.
The land that betrayed her in every way
that forced her into darkness, decay.
She loads the gun, one bullet is all,
one bullet to rest, one bullet to fall.
The people that left her, family, friends
would never have thought this is how it ends.
Her finger slides slowly, inch by inch,
towards the trigger that ends it with one simple pinch.
Good memories gone, nothing left but pain.
No point to living on, to suffering in vain.
She raises the gun swiftly towards her head.
She's said all along she'd be better off dead.
Her head starts to spin as the drugs take effect.
The gun drops to a place she can't quite recollect.
Red and blue lights are the last thing she sees,
before she closes her eyes and drops to her knees.
She curses the world for the pain she can feel.
As colors mix, things become surreal.
While EMS rushes to save her sweet soul,
she willingly dies, falls through the black hole.
As her last dying words, sh
MadnessI'm drowning in sadnessMadness2 years 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
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 Class10 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
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.
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
The Angel and the CrowI wish that you would knowThe Angel and the Crow6 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
dare to dance the flame.i'm not the kind of girl you'll be able to forget about in a moment.dare to dance the flame.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm the kind that'll stick like a burr and breathe ice down your veins, but just wait because my lips will melt the frost in a moment. i'm the kind of girl that'll sneak into your system like nicotine so you'll keep asking for just a little bigger sip each time, just one more bottle, just one more drag [just one more, one more].
i'm a lie in the making and an addiction brewing in the spaces between your bones. i'm terribly atrocious and wonderfully divine and you'll hate me almost as much as you don't. i won't be part of your memory, because i'll flood it until i'm all that's there. i'll steal your lungs and give you sips of my own breath and promise you it's sweeter. i'll bite your bottom lip with laughing eyes and wipe away the blood precipitation with something that looks like sympathy but feels just like lust.
[you'll never know which, but you'll keep fighting because you're dying to know.]
i'm a storm that
For There Is A Girl...There is a girl who does not fit in.For There Is A Girl...1 year 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.
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.
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
Where were you, God?Okay God,Where were you, God?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the truth
The truth the prove that your out there
Where were you when I was teased and mocked?
Where were you when I was beaten and almost died?
Where were you when I felt alone?
Where were you when I cried myself to sleep?
Where were you when I got my heart broken?
Where were you when I felt unloved?
Where were you when my "friends" turned there backs on me?
Where were you when I was about to jump of that bridge?
Where were you, God, when I needed you most?
My Dear Child,
I was there through it all
When you were teased and mocked,
I stood by your side
When you were beaten,
I protected you which is why your still alive
When you felt alone,
I opened my arms to you
When you cried yourself to sleep,
I wiped the tears away from your eyes
When you got your heart broken,
I came so I could heal the wound
When you felt unloved,
I poured out my love on you
When you were betrayed,
I promised that I would never leave you
Or forsake you and I meant it
When you were about to jump,
Personal HellBlood spilled and splatteredPersonal Hell11 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.
Alive in Wonderland"Alice sweet Alice you're heart is my keep. Together forever eternity sleeps"Alive in Wonderland9 years ago in Horror More Like This
Alive in wonderland:
Alice leaned back in the seat watching out the car window as the trees passed by.
"Alice don't you want something"? Her mother had asked while they stopped at a local gas station.
Alice said nothing merely continued to stare out the window.
Her mother sighed softly "it's hopeless trying anymore isn't it"? She whispered as she softly closed the door. Alice lifted her pale blue eyes to where her mother had once stood.
It had been nearly seven years since she had visited wonderland.
And until this very moment she had tried hard not to think about it. It was a strange place created by her mind. She wondered how it might look now.
A splatter of rain hit the window catching her attention. She loved
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little
HimYou're confusing me.Him7 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.
Wings of an AngelI can end all your pain, she breathed in his ear, her voice making the words sultry and soft, if you would just let me bring you home. She made a low noise in her throat, almost a moan, as she ran her hands down his bleeding body. Please, please, come home with me.Wings of an Angel8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
And what? demanded her captive, his voice hoarse from screaming. He turned as far as the chains would let him, trying to get her in his line of sight. What do you think will happen next, Shekinah?
Things will go back to how they used to be, she told him, a slight frown marring an otherwise beautiful face. She grabbed one of the chains holding him upright and swung until she was back in front of him, pressing her body to his. Well go back to how we used to be.
He narrowed sterling silver eyes. You really think that? He choked and spat out
Here, and everywhere"And when you leave us," you ask me, "where will we go to find you?"Here, and everywhere3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I'm gone, I will come back to you in a myriad of things. From my flesh there will be grass, from my bones there will be trees. I will be there in the earth, in the sunshine, in the sea. Countless grains of me will tango with the snowflakes in the wind, mingling with your hair, caressing your skin. The butterfly that grazed your fingertip, that is where I will be. The deer that escaped from the corner of your vision, that too was me. I will be at the edge of the sky and at the corners of the earth. Look, and you will find me here, there, and everywhere.
"But we call out to you," you say, "yet you do not respond."
Hush. Do you hear the swooshing gentle waves? That is my murmur. And the whispering leaves as they sway? That is my calling back to you. My voice may be wordless and I may no longer speak your language, but the sound I make will resonate with the strumming of your heartstrings. Call my name and you will h
Sixty-one SecondsIt took him sixty-one seconds to die. I counted.Sixty-one Seconds2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beach was only a walk away from there, and the sun was beating down on our heads and our hats. We hid under the trees and laughed. We were in love, if that's what love meant. We hugged each other, as we walked down the burning pavement in loud flip-flops and ripped shorts.
We were so close. I didn't know that that would be the last time I'd ever see him alive.
I was nervous when I told him, that if we were really in love, we would be together forever. He giggled softly, and told me forever was a long time. I knew that of course. It was too good to be true, I thought. He told me not to think about forever, and we sat on the park bench, overlooking the beach. I leaned my head on his shoulder and I felt his smile light up above me, and I smiled too and closed my eyes. Everything was perfect, that moment there, it felt like forever, a good kind of forever.
We didn't notice the shouting. We were too in love.
Love can do that. Love is blin
LegolasxReader Chapter 5 (Request)LegolasxReader Chapter 5 (Request)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A few days later you are all getting ready to leave Lothlorien though none of you want to leave the peaceful realm.
You,Legolas,and Gimli share a boat.
Boromir,Merry,and Pippin share the other.
And Aragorn,Frodo,and Sam share the last one off down the river you go waving to the elves of Lothlorien who wave back giving you a glimmer of hope.
The boat ride Is pretty quite only a few words are said.You soon arrive at Parth Galen for a short rest and time to think on things to go separate ways or stick together?Everyone goes off to themselves or In a pair In yours and Legolas' case."I wish to stay and help them I must..this Is only the beginning."You nod In agreement."I too shall stay.."You pause then speak again saying."Manka lle merna?" (If you wish) He hugs you and says Into your ear."Amin mela lle." (I love you)
You blush and kiss him and say back In response."Amin mela lle." (I love you)
Then suddenly Boromir's horn Is heard throughout the forest you and Legolas rush off following the
Cute Little Bond - Chapter 5 - JELSA“Do you know…?” Started to say Kristoff looking annoyed at his friends “The girls are going to beat the crap out of you”Cute Little Bond - Chapter 5 - JELSA1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Jack and Eugene just stared blank at the blond guy sitting across them. They were currently having a ‘Manly’ time at the town’s tavern that were right outside the wood limits. Kristoff was having a hard time trying to convince the slightly drunken princes to return to the castle, but as always they just ignored the common sense of kristoff’s head and make the man grew mad at every minute passing by.
“Let us enjoy our time just a little longer” Said Jack in a sing-sang voice. The reindeer’s boy sighed.
“I have an idea” Eugene hiccupped “Let’s go into the woods”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“We are men, are we supposed to have a reason?” Replied Jack annoyed rolling up his sleeves. Eugene and he stood up leaving Kristoff no choice but to fo