I am me.I am me.I am me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it be.
You can't change me,
I was born this way.
I am unique,
since my first day.
You can't change me,
I like how I am,
sure I'm "different",
but I don't give a damn.
You can't change me,
everything will stay the same.
You don't like it?
I feel no shame.
You can't change me,
for I am stubborn.
I like my life the way it is,
its what you must learn.
You can't change me,
no matter how hard you try,
I will be the same,
till the day I die.
You can't change me,
I'm one of a kind.
No matter what you say,
you will never change my mind.
I am me.
Let it be.
ForeverI would walk a million miles,Forever3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
drown in my own tears,
search through acres of forest,
look through all the files,
just to find you.
I'd do anything for you.
You're amazing, you are.
You're my everything,
this is true.
To feel your touch,
to see your face,
for only just a moment.
Would I be happy,
it would be worth the chase.
To say the words,
that I do mean,
even If we're miles away,
we'll never be truly apart,
all I have to do is lean,
and whisper in your ear,
I love you.
Remember those words,
hold them tight.
Even though they'll stay with you forever,
hug them with all your might,
so when I'm gone,
you will remember,
the truth that is between us.
The person you are today,
is the person I will love tomorrow,
and the following years to come upon it.
There She GoesThere she goesThere She Goes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That girl who is always smiling and laughing
The one who always has the advice
The one who always knows...
How to bring a smile to someone's face.
She always looks so happy
Like as if her life is perfect
Like as if everything is bright in her world.
But nobody knows
That at night
After a call with her father
Who lives so, so, so far away
She cries herself to sleep.
She sleeps with a broken heart
Tears stain her cheeks and her pillow
Her father is the most dearest to her
And he's so far away
She can't smell the familiar scent he has
Of After-Shave and spice
Just thinking about the divorce
Has her body shakingwith sobs
Nobody knows that this perfectly happy girl
Had suffered through,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
And yet she still smiles...
Our loveYour hands intertwine with mine,Our love3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
like vines in an unending garden.
Your smile is the sun,
brightening my day.
Your eyes are like a forest,
I always seem to get lost in them.
Your kiss is like the ocean,
it pulls me in,
pushes me out,
but always comes back for more.
Your heart is a radio,
always changing its beat,
but always repeats,
with new things all the time.
Some good, and others OK.
Our love is like a book,
it had a beginning,
things to fill in,
but the end hasn't come.
So I'll keep writing this book,
so it never has to end.
Not my problem.Who are you to tell me who to be.Not my problem.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why should I be that way?
Why would it matter why I'm me?
I'm proud of how I act,
the way I am.
And as a matter of fact-
about your opinion?
I don't give a damn.
Why should I feel bad,
because your hurt?
That's not my problem,
and why are you mad?
I didn't do anything to you.
All the things I did,
are nothing I'm ashamed of.
Because I'm a kid.
Drama is dumb,
so whats the point of wanting to just cry.
Why can't you let things roll off your shoulders?
You seem so cold.
Whats the point?
Why are you letting your grudges stay on you like heavy boulders?
This is too old.
I'm getting tired of this.
I know you don't think the way I do,
but go ahead,
Think you bother me.
All I know is,
I can go to bed.
Without any worries,
RealityMy heart cries,Reality3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
the most lonely tears.
The blood trickles from it,
as it slowly dies.
The tears spread throughout my body,
filling with despair.
The crying left a hold,
a huge gaping tear.
The pain worsens,
day by day,
as I just go with it.
I can't have fun,
there's not fun to play,
all you do is sit.
Hours tick by,
but the clock seems to go backward.
People think I'm just having a fit,
but its more toward,
No more, no longer.Its not worth the crying,No more, no longer.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its not worth the pain,
its not worth my time,
for there's nothing to gain.
The things I can't handle,
the things I can't take,
the things that are too hard,
are what make my smile fake.
The hole is deeper,
the hole is empty,
the hole is my life,
the hole is me.
I give up on the words,
I give up on the good,
I give up on the bad,
I give up on what should.
Its not worth the crying,
its not worth the pain,
its not worth my time,
for there's nothing to gain.
Teenage FrustrationErgot knew peripherally that it was dawn and they should probably sleep, but he couldn't seem to get himself to stand, or even move, really. He couldn't see the clock. He was just guessing at the time because the room seemed brighter all of a sudden.Teenage Frustration3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Gogdamm|t," Iomos hissed. "| was not c|ose enough to that douchebag to get h|t. Stup|d fuck|ng game." There was a grim 'game over' tune emanating from the television. Iomos must have pressed continue, because the level's repetitive background track began to play again.
It was starting to become real inconvenient, not being able to see anything in the room. But Ergot had found this perfect angle to lean against the back of the couch so that he could see the profile of Iomos' face as he played his video games, and he wasn't willing to upset the delicate balance. It was the holy grail of lounging positions, not only because they each had some of the most obnoxious horns to contend with, but also because Iomos insisted on leaning again
T.L.o.Z. Chapter 1- Der Traum GERMANT.L.o.Z. Chapter 1- Der Traum GERMAN2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Es war ursprünglich ein ruhiger Abend, als entwas werkwürdiges geschah:
Zaro war am Schlafen. Sie überkam ein schrecklicher Traum. „Zarooo!“ Zaro räusperte sich im Schlaf. Ein weiteres Mal ertönte diese merkwürdige Stimme: „Prinzessin Zaro von Planeten Zybarus!!“ „Zaro! Dein Schicksal wird dich erniedrigen und umbringen!“ Zaro räuspere sich ein weiteres Mal, dadurch wurde ihre Mutter leicht wach. „Zaroo! Du wirst sterben. Egal wie du es drehen magst!“ Ein dunkelblaues Gesicht erschien. Es hatte so hellgrüne Augen ,wie eine ihrer Fellseiten, welche leuchteten und eine blaue Nase. Dieses Gesicht machte ihr Angst. Die Angst fuhr durch ihre Pfoten und sie schrie im Schlaf: "Nein, tu mir nichts! Geh weg! NEIN!!!!". Dadurch wurde sie wach. Ihre Mutter ging zu ihr und um sie beruhigen kuschelte sie mit Zaro. Zaro kam runter und konnte nicht mehr einschlafen. Sie hatte Angst, das Gesicht wieder zusehen zu m
The Pokemon Hunger Games TOURNAMENT! [RE-OPENED]The Pokemon Hunger Games: 17 Districts, 2 Trainers, 1 Pokemon, endless battle.The Pokemon Hunger Games TOURNAMENT! [RE-OPENED]2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
That's right this is the Pokemon Hunger Games
There is 34 spots, 2 for each type.
These battles will be done on Pokemon Showdown. http://play.pokemonshowdown.com/ If you don't already have an account, just make one (preferably the name of your DA will be the name of your PS) and at the time set up by you and your battle partner you will log on and challenge each other (This process is a little tricky but when I send you a note explaining the process). If neither of you get the link then you will either have to rebattle or if both of you are truthful and accept your loss/win then if you could try to remeber what happened and send me that then I will use that
I will randomly generate how many deaths happen in one round and then randomly generate who will fight who, then send those two notes telling them who they will fight. They will then work out times for which they are available with each other and once the
InjusticeInjustice.Injustice2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gallivanting on the high street with my peers.
Thinking there is nothing in this world that I have to fear.
Contemplating an appropriate place where we should eat.
I then leant down to re adjust the laces on my feet.
Suddenly a legion of faces loom towards our direction.
Not assuming that we were victims of their brutal inspection.
They approach me in a violent and threatening manner.
My heart clamours and my mouth begins to stammer.
They bombarded me with belittling and derogatory terms
And asked me where I was from as if it any of their concern.
I answered truthfully and tried to mask my anxiety.
I attempted to walk away but I knew this outcome was unlikely.
They began to rustle my garments and salivate on my trainers.
My tongue apprehensively toys with my red coloured retainer.
They patted me down and inquired whether I had money or a phone.
I refused their wandering hands, pleading them to leave me alone.
I tried to reason with them, tell them I meant no
Pokemon: False RubyFalse RubyPokemon: False Ruby4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was it. I couldn't wait one more minute for Pokemon's fifth Generation, for Black and White, and for the grass-type starter I knew for a fact I would have to name "Smugleaf." Unfortunately, there were still a few months until the games' American release, and I would have to satisfy my need for hardcore Training with the Pokemon games I already had. Sighing, I tore into my case of DS and GBA games and immediately came face-to-cartridge with the first Pokemon game I had ever bought: Pokemon Ruby version.
Oh, the nostalgia. I had bought the game randomly as a child, wasting a month's allowance on a video game simply because it was named after my birthstone. Good thing it turned out to be a quality game as well; before long I was entirely caught up in the adventures of my Trainer, ANNA, (This was before I discovered pressing the select button would allow you to enter lowercase letters on the naming screen. I just assumed all characters had to have their name enti
My demiseTell me dear.My demise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you want to do it.
Or that if I offered you'd like too
My heart, is twisted.
And knows this simple logic of saying no.
But within these walls, let's experiment.
Nobody can see me each day round.
To carry or care.
Hours spent, on mindless things.
Eyes dead, in this soulless life.
Single again, another rounding heartbreak.
This heart, hasn't been known for much.
These words haven't been shown to the world.
Slicing Inside and OutSlicing Inside and Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like railroad tracks
that carry me nowhere.
barricading me inside.
I tear at myself,
to make the pain go away.
Make it stop
make the suffering end
as I slice these lines
across my skin
red as ruby.
What have I done?
I hug myself
and try to stop the tears.
the endless cycle
can I make it stop?
Can I . . . end it?
Second ChancesIf you're reading this, you're no doubt fascinated by the numberless possibilities presented by the pokemon games. So many generations, so many pokemon, so many glitches to exploit, challenges to enter... There's so much to the games, one would say it's impossible to finish them. You could fight the Elite Four until your pokemon are level 100, you can earn perfect scores in all the contests, you can breed and EV train for the competitive metagame... Yes, there's so much to do isn't there?Second Chances4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But suppose you've finished. You've achieved all there is to achieve. Your team is at level 100, and so powerful you can defeat the Elite Four by closing your eyes and pressing random buttons. Your boxes are full, your pokemon beribboned, you've hunted Red, Steven, Cynthia, or what have you, and defeated them too. You are, for all intents and purposes, a pokemon master. Unbeatable. No one dares challenge you. Alone in your game.
So perhaps you get bored. You set it down and pick up a new one, play thr
BlindPOEM #2Blind3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
* * *
My eyes are open,
the thoughts, they yell.
For not being able to see,
is really pure hell.
I don't want to be,
for the way I became,
it hurts me,
all I feel is shame.
I feel around,
I feel the empty floor,
I sit all day,
what could I do more?
No one honestly helps me,
who knows if I'm writing right,
the thought of someone seeing me,
just causes me such a fright.
For I can't see myself,
why should anyone?
Being this way,
breaks me down everyday,
mentally and physically,
its not how I want to be.
My head it throbs,
no way to find the pills,
I'll just sit in the corner,
as my mind drills.
I haven't seen,
since who knows what day,
but it breaks my heart,
all the way.
I Have No Voiceand I Must ScreamI Have No Voice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The entrance to the Safari Zone loomed before me, an edifice to the greedy mongrels who sell tickets to a proverbial lottery, where the prize is a mere chance to catch an otherwise extinct Pokémon. I had avoided this corporation for as long as I could, but the nature of my journey left me with no choice.
If only I knew what would truly await me.
Now, as I drift in this eternal void, I struggle to recall my last moments of freedom. The memories are faded, the recollections tattered, like a video cassette that has been played too many times. I slowly decide to reach for the cassette and attempt to play it in the VHS once more...
I brush the hair from my face, revealing both the semi-circles beneath my eyes and the arrogant pride that fills them. After years of adventuring, it would only take 13 more Pokémon to fill my Pokédex, 4 of which could be found in the very establishment that
ForevermoreWhat once was a dream,Forevermore2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is now a nightmare.
I woke up,
And you weren't there.
Clouding my mind.
And now I'm lost,
In the hands of time.
My mind is gone,
My heart is torn.
You would always be here,
You'd always sworn.
The night goes on,
And with it, my sanity.
I'm afraid I'm losing
By morning break,
I'll be no more.
Just a shell,
Cigarette SmokeAbove all, it smellsCigarette Smoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black as their lungs, alveoli near dead.
Black as the future; tomorrow they dread.
Black as the life that they've laid before them
Black as that place in their room where they store them
Black as the secrets that they'd never share.
Black as the feeling that nobody cared.
Black as the rumors that haunted the halls.
Black as the words that made them feel small.
Black as the family that's falling apart.
Black as the hope left in their broken heart.
Black as the stink they brought to the air.
Black as the color that they dyed their hair.
Black as a raven, black as the night,
Black as the casket that extinguished their light.
Dark Plasma"I don't think badly of Team Plasma anymore. No. We're good friends."Dark Plasma4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I used to abuse Pokemon. Now they're my friends...we're all friends. I don't make them battle...not anymore."
The Gurdurr watched his previous Trainer babble incoherently on the news. He was sad, that much could be understood.
Taylor touched the now-abandoned Pokemon with a sorrowful gaze. "I'll take care of you. It'll be alright."
The TV suddenly turned to static, and a vague someone appeared on the screen. Dressed in a black shroud, covering his or her face with a Guy Fawkes mask. It spoke, through an obvious voice changer.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Don't worry. I've just wrestled control of broadcasting. No one's hurt, there's no reason for police action. I'll let go as soon as I'm done.
I think it's time we heard the truth. It's time we learned. Team Plasma is nothing like you know. I assume you all saw the news. People letting their Pokemon go because of Plasma..
There's a reason for this. I know
Water BlueSeeing as how my first Pokemon game was Red Version, I had gotten Fire Red, while my cousin, who had only recently started Pokemon in the Jhoto region, chose Leaf Green, as her favorite starter Pokemon were all grass-types.Water Blue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I heard the origin of Green Version, which hadn't been released here in the US, I wondered why both it and Red had been remade, but not Blue Version. I had played the three Pokemon games of that generation, Red, Yellow, and Blue Versions, that had been released in the US, and Blue Version had no dire consequences of playing it like Green had. So why was there never a Water Blue?
I'd read pastas of how people had come across ROMs of nonexistent Pokemon games, or how they had found hacked cartridges and bootleg knockoffs at flea markets or on the floor of Gamestop. Determined, I sought out a copy of Water Blue, knowing that someone, somewhere was bored, sick, and twisted enough to have created the missing link...and given it a reason to stay missing.
Glass WallI look at you, you look at me,Glass Wall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the way we used to be,
I call out your name, but you can't hear,
Even if you're standing there, you're far away from here.
I sit and stare,
I know is not my world anymore,
A glass wall separated our lives,
Built by broken promises and lies,
An impenetrable wall without a door.
How could we let this happened?
When we got this to an end?
But now my world is shattering,
With tears in my eyes,
I'm leaning on the wall,
Waiting for this world to fall.
The sky is coming down on me,
Sherds of sun are ripping off my skin,
From the pain soon I'll be set free.
You stare at me,
But your sight is empty,
I touch the glass wall, waiting to flee,
Or maybe just to drown in my own blood,
Destroyed by my expectations,
In the end that's all I've got.
I close my eyes,whispering "goodbye",
I don't hate you, I never really did,
I smile, even if now for me is time to die.
:Cloned::Cloned:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[Based on a true story...Slightly modified. ]
The cloning tricks in Pokemon games are such a blast, and they are the things that EVERYONE wants to know how to do. I was one of the hundreds, maybe thousands, on that bandwagon, especially when Pokemon Gold, Silver, and Crystal first appeared.
The cloning glitch was simple. You had the Pokemon you desired to clone in your party, went to the PC, switched to an empty box, then let the game save. After that, one proceeded to choose the Pokemon you desired to clone, deposit him, her, or it into the empty box, switch over to an entirely different box, then...
You merely don't let it save. Shut off your game in the middle of the game saving the data; usually three rotations of your save 'circle' would do nicely. When you turned your game back on, you could look in your party and there would be the Pokemon you wanted to clone. You looked in the PC box in question, and oh! There it is! Another copy of your other Pokemon! Simple eh?
Well, I thou
StaringStaringStaring4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was lying in my bed, playing Soul Silver on my new DS that night when strange things started happening. My girlfriend had been into Pokemon for a long time so I decided to try it out. I spent alot of my hard earned money, $120 almost, on a DS, charger, and Soul Silver.
I laid in my bed after my shower, getting dressed in an old pair of shorts (I'm not going to sleep naked you know) and lied down to play. I was fascinated with how much they had changed from the original Silver version. But what really caught my attention were the Ruins of Alph.
They had been a site of my many theories of Pokemon back in the days of the old GBA games, back when I was a small child. My friends would always say things like a Zapdos pops out of the wall if you catch enough of them, or that they spell certain things in your inventory.
I thought it was just a myth, hell the Zapdos thing was flat-out ridiculous. But when I saw the diff