Ralts ReportRalts (the Feeling Pokemon) is a relatively rare Psychic-type Pokemon found among grassy fields within the Hoenn and Sinnoh regions as well as the Unova region on rare occasions. Though inherently frail and weak on their own, Ralts are fascinating little creatures that can easily tell someone just how kind or cruel they are without prejudice. They might not be able to fight back with much vigor, but as long as you keep them close to your heart, you shouldn't have many problems with that; just try not to get too angry with them, or they might end up running away from you forever!Ralts Report3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Even in comparison to Pokemon like Abra, Ralts are among the
Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 5Love Is - ItaHina - Capitulo 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.
LOVE IS NEVER CONCEITED
(El amor nunca es ególatra)
- Eso es lo que diría un perdedor. ¿Acaso darse cuenta de lo que no podemos hacer, no es lo mismo que darse por vencido?
- No. Significa perdonart
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn t
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na
Purple.Purple.Purple.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was so cliché! An obviously hacked Pokemon game at a swap meet! But I couldn't resist. I called the attention of the owner of the stall. "Cuantos dinero?" I asked, purposely using a completely generic, American-trying-and-failing-to-sound-Spanish accent even though I had taken Spanish classes for six years. The stall owner laughed and shook his head at the apparently stereotypical teenage girl before him. He unlocked the case and handed the game to me, saying "Ten dollars. Wanna try it out, make sure it works?" I nodded and pulled my old Game Boy Pocket out of my bag, unplugging the Blue Version I had "inherited" from my mom
Wings Of FireWings Of Fire11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Fire
Damages have been reversed
I have many flaws to be purged
Tempted for the gift of death to end this living curse
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
I can no longer endure this unbearable dirge
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Weep not for past sins
Leave behind those memories
Weep not for scarred skin
Forgive those memorable tragedies
Let go of that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Lift up the veil for the ending
Hold onto clarity
There's peace within pain
Calm can engulf the chaos
There's love behind the hate
Freedom can mask the gr
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You.You told me onceYou.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
A true heroA true hero1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you wo
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
An artistAn artist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.