ForgottenPearlForgottenPearlForgottenPearl3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a night calm fall afternoon. I had finally saved up some money to buy a used Pokemon Pearl Version. I played through Diamond once and felt as if I should try Pearl this time. My cousin had his SoulSilver. I begged him to trade me anything strong to help me beat the game. I was feeling rather lazy and I had always hated grinding to level up. He agreed under one circumstance. He picked the Pokémon he gave me. I agreed and we set up a trade.
I sent him a cruddy little Pidgey and I watched as he scanned through his team. "This one." He said, pointing to a level 70 Electabuzz. I frowned. "Electabuzz " I sighed. I didn't really like Electabuzz or Magmar. Elekids were cute but Electabuzz. "Leave it or take it. At least he's high leveled." My cousin said crossing his arms. I huffed in irritation. "Fine " We traded and I had to go home. The whole ride I sat looking at the yellow and black creature.
A week had passed and the Electabuzz I had
WanderingLost.Wandering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm wandering to find the path,
looking for something I cannot find-
I'm lost and I can't find,
I cannot find my way
in this maze of thought,
I've gone too far down
in the pit that leads to nowhere
in the abyss
of smothered light.
I have gone,
I just can't see
past the sorrow,
past the fear,
in the final dying breath,
the faded light,
the silent song.
I am lost
and I'll never find the light.
Where've you gone?
I cannot see...
I'm too far away.
Not close enough,
not free enough,
I just can't find the way,
the path back to life,
the drifting music's say.
Where are you?
Can you find me?
I am lost.
I am blind.
I've been left behind.
And who would see?
Who would be
concerned for a soul
such as me?
Who would look
for such a mind
lost and tethered
I can't find you anymore,
so far away,
so far away...
and who's to say
if I can be found?
The Artisan KnightHere I am, the gallant knight,The Artisan Knight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped in a room where I cannot fight.
Here I am silent and still,
gazing out the windowsill.
I paint the world outside my cell
dragons and demons fight as well
as the battles raging in my head
the harrowing feeling that I might be dead.
I let my brush sweep the skies,
I build a world full of whys.
Dizzily, I speckle stars
and give new life to planet Mars.
But footsteps break me from my page,
I pace inside the mental cage,
my mind is melting with my brush
its colours dulled, no longer lush.
I hear them calling out my name
but I must paint just one more frame,
dripping down across the sheet,
I let the colour stain my feet.
One with art and art has won,
I'm done, dear god, at last I'm done.
I cannot take the pain much more,
the voice who screams, my mind so sore.
So here I am, the gallant knight,
who has long since lost his final fight.
Here I am, my mind a flood,
painting pretty pictures with blood.