Pokemon are our LightVolcarona, the shining sun
Gave the world light when it had none
And Rapidash, the flaming steed
Shouldered out weight with blazing speed
Absol, made of darkest night
Warned us of disaster’s might
As Excadrill, with claws of stone
Dug the tunnels to lead our own
And Dragonite, of legends told
Saved stranded sailors since the times of old
Celebi, the traveling maid
Spread peace to cease the restless blade
As Leavanny, in gracious green
Sewed clothes from leaves, the forest queen
And Shaymin, in both Sky and Land
Helped gratitude spread from hand to hand
Togekiss, through times old and gone
Flew to herald the coming dawn
The playful prince, young Manaphy
Connected hearts across the sea
Always, Pokémon have helped us survive
Sharing our shelter, our food, our lives
By our side, faithful and loyal
Doing their part in our ceaseless toil
So take time to thank them for all that they’ve done
For it hasn’t been always that we’ve seen the sun
IcarusIcarusIcarus9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dreamer who dreamed too high.
A myth to subdue glory-seeking youth.
It's the tale of a foolish boy who dared to try to reach the sun,
But the heat was too great,
and his make-shift wings melted,
Dooming him to the frothing waves below.
But is that really the truth?
Maybe it's not a cautionary tale,
But one of hope-
Of hope for all dreamers to come.
He didn't fail to touch the sun,
Rather he touched the greatest glory.
He soared past the bewildered birds,
On past the highest mountains,
On past cold reality
And cruel calculation
And upon finding this nova of truest truths and most joyful joys,
He broke free from his mortal shell,
Leaving his story for future dreamers to tell.
Pokemon 2000- Power of One"Disturb not the harmony of Fire, Ice, or Lightning,Pokemon 2000- Power of One6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lest these Titans wreak destruction upon the world in which they clash.
Though the water's Great Guardian shall arise to quell the fighting,
Alone its song will fail. Thus the Earth shall turn to Ash.
O, Chosen One, into thine hands bring together all three.
Their treasures combined, tame the beast of the sea.
From the trio of islands, ancient spheres shall you take,
For between life and death, o the difference you'll make.
O, Chosen One, climb to the shrine to right what is wrong,
And the world will be healed by the Guardian's song."
DeathDeathDeath6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'm not ready to die yet."
Death looked at the girl
"That's what you said last time."
"So I did."
"You're not getting out of it this time."
The girl pulled her cloak closer
"Oh won't I?"
The young boy,
Looked at her
Taking her hand in his
"Think of everyone who you ever lost
You'll see them if you come with me."
"How do I know you ain't lying?"
Leading her towards the gateway
She could see the fields beyond it
She shrunk away.
"I won't go."
"It's only dark from this view.
Walk though, and the sun will still shine."
Hesitating at the threshold.
"Why not? You're fading from the realm of the living."
And she stepped through
Hand in hand with Death.
The gate vanished behind them.
Leaving the rain to pour.
A Kangaskhan that never wasKangaskhan are widely known as one of the more maternal Pokemon than others. The baby Kangaskhan is born into the mother's pouch and lives off its mother's milk to grow the natural muscles and gain the proper nutrients for growth. When the baby grows too big for its mother's pouch, is when the baby can leave and start defending for itself.A Kangaskhan that never was5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what happens if the mother dies during the baby's first few months of life? The baby hasn't any muscles nor defensive plates like its mother to defend itself. Stranded, the baby waits by its mother's carcass, fending off insect Pokemon and other scavengers, protecting its only home and source of comfort. As the mother's muscles soften, the baby feeds off the body, but because it's not the mother's special milk, the baby will never grow to be the size of a full grown Kangaskhan. Barely staying alive by feeding off its mother's body, the baby waits patiently for the carcass to decompose. When the body is nothing but bones and body plates, the baby
The Legend of Black and White: a PoemThe Legend of Black and White: a Poem3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Twin dragons, twin heroes,with opposites alike
Betwixt truth and ideals; the black and the white
Both seeking the world to change with their might.
But a great war erupted, bringing the brothers divide
And the whole of Unova fell to ruin.
With the land lying in waste, the two dragons fought on
Guided by the brothers' brawn
While Unova pleaded for white flags to be drawn
But on the dragons fought, until they were gone
And retreated into the Light and Dark stones.
The heroes vanquished, Unova was left without aid
Towns to rebuild, with debts to be paid
But what better for their pride to be laid?
Though lives were taken, memories fade
Of the ambitions of two foolish rulers.
But mark my words, the legend lives on
Destined to continue some other dawn
Two new heroes will lay each pawn
The dragons again will rise, and choose to serve right or wrong
As the battle for the future of Unova begins afresh.
Now learn from this lesson, aye, don't be a fool
A coward to fight but proud to rule
Freedom Is Only A Dream.This is, Virendian. A place surrounded by endless of trees. It was said no matter how long you walk or run, all you will find is nothing but trees. Most people don't even come back as they lose their way and end up slowly dying of human needs. In this world, there are these people called 'The Guardians of The Nuca Forest.'Freedom Is Only A Dream.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
These people are nature like mystical beings. It was forbidden to even look at one as they said you turn into stone. Some says you drown in air or end up ripped to shreds. Thus the villagers keep away from them and feared them. However in this forest there was a young man who had lost his father to these 'Guardians' and trained to get revenge.
He learned to live a life without fear, he learned how to fight and sharpen his sense. He didn't fight with anything fancy like a sword, no, just his fist, special gloves that are spiky and steal, it was him and his fist along with some companion, he trained like hell his whole. All for this day. The day he would ave
Pokemon Anime PoemsJust Waiting on a FriendPokemon Anime Poems3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through blinding sun and blowing snow
I will wait for you
'Midst drowning rain and driving hail
I'll keep your word as true
The magic that binds me here
Keeps my faith in you alive
A hope stays lit inside my heart
Of which no one can deprive
But as I lie beside the fire, listening to the night
Somehow I know that it can't be true
But even though the years have gone, Master
I will wait for you.
Heroes: the Movie
Do not cry, little one
For it's not as you believe
Though he lives not under the sun
He stays inside of you and me
When the Soul Dew was forever lost
Your brother knew it was he to set the pace
Stop the wave no matter the cost
And take your father's place
Don't cry, my little friend
Don't cry your heart so sore
Please remember, this is not the end
You don't have to be invisible anymore.
Paul and Chimchar: Battle Dimension
Master, please tell me
What'd I do wrong
Your cold voice scolds me
Like I was not strong
But please! Will you listen?
I don't understa
PKMN Vent DrabblesEvery storm runs, runs out of rainPKMN Vent Drabbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain....
“Cilan!” whispered Cress urgently, running up to his brother and holding a hand over his right eye. “It stings again.”
A look of worry crossed the small green-haired boy’s face. He crossed the room to reach his brother and guided him up the stairs of the Gym to their family room, then on into the bathroom. Chili, confused, followed the pair.
The storm outside raged on, like a violent battle was taking place in the night clouds. Cilan looked over his shoulder and out the window to see if their adopted parents were homebound yet, but the think sheets of rain and hail pounded the windows, the roar of the tempest covering up the screams and battlecries from the fighting creatures out in the Striaton night.
Retrieving the bottle of eyedrops from the cabinet, Cilan coaxed C
Of Castles and Dragons - YellowYellow de Viridian Grove knew that there definitely strange about the place she woke up at this morning. For one, she lay on a bed that was unlike the one at home. It felt soft and was too big for such a small-built like herself. She glanced around, noting the forest outside the window, or rather, the lack of. She took at look at the sky, finally deciding that this was all a dream. While they really had unicorns in Viridian, there definitely wasn't any flying reptiles by the name of dragons. She shrugged it off to be a strange dream before snuggling back into the cozy and warm covers of the giant bed. Only to be woken a few minutes later.Of Castles and Dragons - Yellow3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I know you aren't really sleeping," a voice rang through her sleepy head. Yellow rubbed her eyes, shaking her head to clear it from sleep. There was a person dressed in royal robes standing beside the bed where she was sleeping, hands on their hips. It seemed to be a girl of around one year older than she was, her pale green dress fluttering behind h
The Rumour of IcarusIcarusThe Rumour of Icarus4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a rumour that your father killed you, that
he bent your wings until they broke and then
told you, "Fly."
If this rumour is true, then it lives in the throats of
those fragile boys who wear your death like Cain's mark,
whose tender hands split like swollen tomatoes when
they pluck strangled seabirds, whose
arms slump beneath the weight of their father's genius.
And this rumour lives on
the under-skin of their eyelids so that when they die
or simply sleep
they dream of their fathers
or maybe just of Daedalus, standing with
his hands full of feathers and wax,
their blood-flecked down under his fingernails.
your face is gone, icarus, you are a warning & a tragedy &
the patron saint of boys who will not listen but also you are a god, icarus,
a god to these boys and still, when you fell
said Bruegel in oils, Auden and Williams in verse
no one gave a damn.
they also say that your father strained the sunlight into an amphora
and told you, "Dri
Just a Sprinkle of CrazinessAmarillo Del Borsque Verde wakes up with a start. She slowly sits up on her bed while she comprehends why she went through all the trouble sleeping early last night. Suddenly, she remembers; she was to visit Prince Red that day.Just a Sprinkle of Craziness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly filled with adrenaline, she places her feet on the floor and walks to the closet to get a change of clothes. She hears shifting behind her and she turns to look. It's Chuchu, who woke up because of Yellow's sudden movement. Her eyes flutter and finally focus on Yellow.
"Why up so early?" Chuchu mumbles, still half-covered with her blanket.
"Prince Red asked for us, remember? He said it was an urgent matter," Yellow replies as she gets the best dress she could find. She finds a green one with several ribbons and beautiful patterns. Satisfied, she starts putting it on.
Chuchu groans, but sits up. If anyone saw how she looked like right now, they would think she got wasted the night before. However, Chuchu isn't really a morning person to start with. She