Inner Strength part 19Bayleef! Ash managed to shout out.Inner Strength part 197 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But she was already long gone by that time. Ash could see the Pokémon still trying to run out of sight from him.
Wait, Bayleef! Please! shouted out Ash again.
He needed to follow her, to try to explain how this all happened. But why would she be so mad? Why is she so upset? Was it because of his son?
Ash dashed out the door and outside, still holding his son in his arms. He had no time to think, but he definitely did not want to leave Xander alone with James. Pikachu, at least, has Mr. Mime with him, so he should be okay.
Pikachu! Ash had just about forgot about his own first Pokémon! Should he have left him there? Once again, theres Mr. Mime, but Ash just couldnt shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen once again.
Okay, first things first, thought Ash. Ill go talk to Bayleef, hopefully get her to understand and find out hat was wrong with her, then Ill come back
Inner Strength part 10Ash stared at the wide, blue waters of the vast river that laid before him. The light from the sun was reflecting itself on the waters, making it glitter.Inner Strength part 108 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ash relaxed. It's been so long since he had been home that he had forgotten how beautiful this place is. If Team Aqua was hiding here, they chose a very good spot.
Ash turned towards the voice. It was May, and standing beside her was her Squirtle.
"I think we're ready," said May.
Ash nodded and walked up to Squirtle.
"Okay, Squirtle. We need you to go into that river and look for anything suspicious. Got it?" said Ash.
"Squirtle squirt, squirtle squirtle squirt?" asked Squirtle, slightly confused.
"We're not real sure of what exactly we are looking for. Just tell us if you see something out of the ordinary," said Ash.
Squirtle was still a little confused, but shrugged his shoulders and walked to the edge of the river. From there, he jumped up into the air, spun 360 degrees, and dived into the water with very little slashing in
Inner Strength part 11"How are we supposed to do that?" asked Ash, still in shock.Inner Strength part 118 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You know just as well as I do, Ash," answered May.
"There has to be another way to do this besides sending kids into an HQ filled with people that want each of you dead. We should call the police or the army or something!" said Prof. Oak, freaking out that kids have to go on a suicide mission.
"We can't call the police," explained Max. "Remember when we told you how we ended up in jail?"
"I still don't understand that! None of you are old enough to even be in that jail. You and May should have been in Juvenile Hall if you actually did anything that bad," said Oak.
"That tells you something else," stated Brock. "It seems that Team Aqua can control everything the police does. Maybe Team Magma can too, for all we know."
"How is that possible? You can't just command all of the police departments," said Oak.
All these questions where spinning in Ash's head. Being turned into a Pikachu was a big thing when this all started, now th
Inner Strength part 8"What? Prof. Oak? No way!" said Ash as he looked at the screen.Inner Strength part 88 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, apparently, yes way. Says here that he researched on it for about 20 years, then he quit," said Brock.
"Why did he quit?" asked May.
"Doesn't say," said Brock.
Ash wasn't sure if this was true. A lot of times, the internet will make up stuff for entertanment. This could just be another hoax.
"How can we be sure if this is true?" asked Ash.
"Only one way to find out," said Brock and got out of his seat.
Brock, accompanied by the other friends, walked over to the telephone and dialed Prof. Oak's number. The screen, instead of showing the professor, had a blank screen.
"Prof. Oak is not available. If you still want to talk to him, please press five and you will be put on hold. If you would like to leave a message, please press eight and say your message after the beep. Thank you," said a computer voice from the telephone.
Brock pressed five and waited.
"Please hold. Would you like to listen to some music while you wait
Inner Strength part 5Ash pulled his tail out of May's grip, ran out of the Pokecenter, and darted towards the forest with May right behind him. Brock and Max where still with Misty II and Pichu in the Pokecenter.Inner Strength part 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ash ran into a clearing right beside the Pokecenter, when Ray appeared right in front of him.
Ray waved away some of the blue smoke that was left behind from teleporting and looked at Ash. Ash looked at Ray and started to think to himself, This can not be happening.
"Hello, Ash," said Ray.
Ash looked back at the forest and thought about Pikachu.
"I don't have time for this!" shouted Ash and ran to the forest.
"Hey, wait! I have to br-," started Ray, but Ash was already running into the forest and completely forgetting about him.
Ray stood there for a second, thinking that Ash was going to fight him willingly. Then started walking towards the forest that Ash had just ran into.
May saw Ray walking towards the forest and saw his Team Aqua uniform, so she knew that he was going to hurt Ash. So, she tr
SEXThis poem is about sex.SEX8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(yeah, that got your attention)
This poem is about sex.
This poem is about love.
This poem is about living in your sexuality
instead of being afraid of it.
This poem is about saying fuck you
to everyone who told you
This poem is about the sin so natural
it takes you to heaven on earth.
This poem is about turning the key,
finding your voice,
making your own choice.
This poem is about independence,
instead of buying into all their misery.
150 pages of health text book telling you
6 years of administration telling you
6 years of scaring you
out of whats instinctual.
6 years of alarmist tactics,
and no information
setting a social taboo
so they can control how we live our lives.
God of the StreetStepping off a curb at night, ever felt the feeling?God of the Street8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hair blown all over my face the the wind, sneakers hit the street.
crunch..crunch. the sound of leather moving. bike gloves, old bike gloves. blue. same that i used to
play in. good memories. fists slowly closing, a wrist-pop. then silence, the silence of the city. car
brakes, footsteps on sidewalk, people talking. but not here, somewhere else. trench-coat's blowing
behind me, haven't worn it in ages, must look a sight. the smells, car exaust fumes, traces of food,
coffee. somewhere else. i like how my breath is just smoke, bits of my life floating away. what do i
care. i see alotta signs, neon, billboards. selling stuff, selling lies. but thats only if you go into
buildings, out here, its real. 'swhy i'm out here, i feel free. freedom, 'sall i want. i'm not smart
like some people. they could make up alotta fancy words, about how they feel. me, i just like it out
here. nobody cares. heh, people say i growl too much, can't help it.
It's almost like...Her golden-red hair falls in loose angel curls,It's almost like...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's smiling in the artificial light,
makes her oh, so pale...
Honey, you look sick,
come to me, let me nurse you better.
Those made up eyes still haunt me,
the ghostly greys,
you know I can't stop staring.
You're beautiful, you know?
the painted smile I love so much.
Smile while you've got the energy, love,
come to me, let me nurse you.
The glasses give-away your darker side of life,
and your pale complexity.
The red-wine dress...
Can I drink from you?
Or can I just stare some more,
I see you in my dreams,
I'm too afraid to move...
But I want to hold you so badly.
I'm so scared of hurting you,
pale angel-curled girl,
but I long to kiss those,
ruby desiree lips
The smile you wear,
looks like it could break,
Would you burst into blossom,
if I broke your smile, with a kiss?
I have to stop here,
I simply can't breathe,
Somnambulistic iridescenceIs your world honestly so bleak?Somnambulistic iridescence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you say that you lack, so much?
The basis of colour is light,
there must be light,
Do you see the sun, the stars, the moon?
This one, the one I've got here,
I'm looking for you,
cause you're lost again.
Come on, come to me,
you know I'm looking for you,
stop hiding from me.
Break free from your somnambulistic ways,
and come to me, here, with the torch.
See? I bring light for you,
not for anyone else, for you.
So stop, open your eyes,
I know it might dazzle you for a while
and you'll shy away,
but come on,
You know I'm patient.
So look around when your vision adjusts,
to my light, and see,
see what colours I bring!
See the iridescence I've poured forth into your bleak little world,
come, my beautiful somnambulist, you've slept long enough,
it's time for your metapmorphosis,
I'll protect you while you change,
sprout your wings,
I'll hold your hand while you test them,
look at the beautiful chroma,
the hues of your span.
The darkness of......I love you...The darkness of...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I read it,
a fellow poets line,
another something stolen,
I love you,
I love you.
I can't try and express,
You wouldn't believe me,
because in belief
so many lies.
I'm drunk while writing you this,
incoherent, I'm barely legible,
but in big letters,
scrawled across the page,
I love you.
I do, and always have.
Many, so many cliche's.
Can never love again,
heart broken too many times,
silence between us,
all this, the same.
I'm barely touching you,
a slight brush of clothes, on clothes,
you've no idea, have you?
They won't slip down, not tonight.
I can't do this.
Too drunk, too many feelings,
too confused, where am I?
I can't show you love now,
I can't. Or I won't.
Too scared, too much fear,
The dark I guess.
The darkness of your green, green eyes.
Staring, into the sun, blinded by your eyes of green.
Bring Your Sister to Work DayAs he watched the young mans form disappear through the large entryway, he couldnt help but feel a slight déjà vu. How many young, potential companions had he let slip through his fingers? Or rather, forcibly toss aside?Bring Your Sister to Work Day6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sander jumped up and sat on the edge of the stage, next to his newest and greatest master piece. He swung his legs a little and was embittered by the way his strange thoughts made his success fray at the edges and dull. That was when he heard a soft clanking. He looked over to one of those strange holes in the wall and watched a young girl crawl out. The young man, Jack he believed his name was, had helped remove the girls affliction, sparing her life. She wandered over to the large Big Daddy which had lumbered her way, alerted by the sound of her crawling. It held out its hand and she climbed up.
Do you still have it, Mr. Bubbles? She said in her soft voice. She reached around the creatures back and procured a small instru
Horrific...Why do you love him?Horrific8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did he take away your pain?
Did he take your hand when you fell?
Did he hold you up, when you were down?
Why do you love him?
You can't see, what you claim is love,
Did he ever, once, show you love?
Do you dream of sex, with him?
Do you ever miss him,
isn't he supposed to be everywhere?
That kind of love holds no name in my eyes,
these eyes of disbelief,
I struggled hard, I can't understand that love,
How do you define the love?
Because you sleep in his bed at night?
Is your love... So easily won?
Like he, shared bed, you...
When my picture in your mind becomes ever-more clouded,
You told me once that you loved me,
I'd hate to believe you.
Do you love him?
...Why do you love him?
And this poem is horrifically bad,
it serves no purpose,
it's writing blind,
I don't know where I'm going with it,
borne of confusion,
the confusion in my mind.
...And I guess it's your fau
The Flame Of HopeWhat dreams may come out of the darknessThe Flame Of Hope8 years ago in Open More Like This
What visions may eyes see
What voices may we hear
Crying out from the distant corners of insanity
What is it we aspire for
Why do we reach for the flame
When in it's beauty and grace
Will burn and consume us body and soul
And leave nothing but ashes
Waiting for the next dreamer to touch the scorch marks
And the flame of hope consumes another soul
The show must go on..."Voir le rouge." she said,The show must go on...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a haven for the artists,
a poet's utopia.
The cardinal, carnal, scarlet rue de sin...
The single signal, the swirling sails of the Moulin Rouge,
they call us all, those whom seek their fame and fortune.
From infamy and squalor we rise at night,
to shine like stars in the night.
The grandest colour we paint our walls,
envious, jealousy stained veridian.
The line between right and wrong ends here,
not a blur, nothing left, just none existant.
The girls strut on to the stage,
showing us their wares, offering.
Here's what they have,
when we have nothing,
from nothing, they rise.
Their lives played out on the stage of the Moulin.
We stay nothing, though we strive.
For love is...
We strive to become reknowned,
we beg to see our names in the Moulin lights,
writing credits, singing credits.
A new shining, rising star,
rising from a cramped, smoke filled chambre de journee.
Wasting our lifes dancing with la fae verte
Redhead Saint - RevisedIt was Sunday morning, as always. We spend the morning on the backyard porch. I made breakfast and he sat by the windowsill, outside on the top step of the staircase leading down to the backyard. Softly lit wooden floors sometimes churned beneath sunlight. The floor seemed to stretch from my perspective, by the kitchen, as I watched the burnished mahogany tease my husbands ankles with the taunt of contrast, making his pale skin sickly whiter.Redhead Saint - Revised7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I sat and placed the tray with our food down on the table. He sat across from me, brandishing his smile like a banner waved in testament of our happiness our blessings as hed say. He took a bowl of oatmeal and set it before him, then began to stir the contents idly, while still looking at me with a sensitively questioning gaze.
Please? He whispered, bringing a spoonful of oatmeal to his lips. Mouth opened, gaped, and lips hugged the spoon I could almost picture his tongue diving
EyesI've seen her eyes before showingEyes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
emotion beyond the spectrum
that I could endure; I've seen
her eyes reflect love and then moving
to show indifference when they roll
as stars orbiting my own.
I've seen her eyes before.
They have a motherly quality
beyond most of those
women I've known. I've seen her eyes
lie when she says she's fine; they
tell me otherwise. I'm sorry
mother, I say and she nods
as if she understood; she doesn't
but she comprehends..., her eyes
Bioshock: 'Batch A177'[Dr. Eric Fitzgerald]Bioshock: 'Batch A177'8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Huh... well, let's continue. September twenty-fourth. Our first implimentation of-"
[Loud screaming from the background, accompanied by muffled voices.]
"-Of the new Plasmid, Batch A177, met with failure after testing by one Marcus Mallorey, a volunteer test subject."
[More screaming from background.]
[Voice in background]
"Easy, easy, Mallorey! Don't try to move!"
"Oh God! Oh God help me!"
*Clears Throat* "Batch A177 has been nicknamed the "Houdini" plasmid, after the famous escape artist and magician. Testing began at 2:13pm, with simple objectives and outstanding results - the subject literally would burst into a gaseous cloud of free-roaming cell particles-"
[Second Voice in Background]
"-And resolidifies himself in another location. Earlier tests were... random in where the plasmid 'chose' to reassemble the subject, but Batch A177 permitted more efficient mental control over the ah, wel
The moth upon green wallpaper.The moth on the wallpaper, looks so out of place,The moth upon green wallpaper.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
insect in this house, the closest living thing to me,
I don't know if it thinks, nor what it breathes,
but, the moth, it's just...
Sat there, staring at the wall.
See, the imagination, so fickle,
but the moth's still there.
Brown and white, upon my green-shade wallpaper,
why are you here, little moth?
What are you thinking of?
Do you know, that I'm pondering your existence?
If I were to hold up a flame, would you fly?
Would you fly into the flame?
Would your wings burn and would you die?
Moth to the flame...
Would you take me with you?
Would I perish in your flames, just for curiosity?
Flames, moths, green wallpaper.
Little moth, fly outside, you're beginning to scare me,
I can't stop thinking about, if you'll kill me, moth.
Six, spindly legs, jutting from a broken-twig body,
go, fly to where you'll never be found,
hide amongst the woodland floor, it's not far from here,
but it's not here, not here worrying me...
I leaned in for a close
Siren's Reverie.You seemed worriedSiren's Reverie.7 years ago in Other More Like This
with your seamless hurrying
a voice that lures; luring
the siren of reverie
to sing of dreams
and linger akin
to a cloud in the mouth
of a heavens tempest, uncouth
and ravenously luring the sound
of a sirens worrying
we lose our memories
when we dive in reverie,
we drive the sexuality
of the sea and the siren;
like a dream of teal sleep
we paint the ocean
of a tittering rhyme
and tattering notion of time;
sing the tale of an odyssey,
sway the mermaids tail
against the sea;
tell the world a simple word
Toad VixenThe pain and how it kills,Toad Vixen9 years ago in Other More Like This
The cold and the chills,
The moon on the star lit sky,
A small toad hypnotized by it's light.
All this crawling on it's skin,
Is dreaming really a sin?
Longing for something more,
But then again, just a simple toad.
Time passed by,
And someone finally,
Graced a kiss up it's lips,
Given by a gentle prince
All to smoother it in bliss,
All this from a kiss.
The toad looked down,
Noticed she was in a gown
And her lips showed a frown,
She gasped once and twice,
Amazed at her own sound,
Staring in awe at her reflection,
She wondered if a dream was the occasion,
She was beautiful beyond comparison,
Body that rivaled a mermaid's
And red hair like autumn.
She then recognized,
She was never a toad,
People around her were just cold.
Leaving her lil' old heart just sore.
What's left of her,
I wouldn't know
But how I wish for such,
I want to get a hold of her so
So I can ask if her heart's still sore.
Telltale BodyYour arms protect me likeTelltale Body3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cover, to hold together
the story only you can read.
I love how the evening breeze
turns my hair like pages, when I'm lying between
your sleeping figure and the open window;
and how these moles apparently scattered at random
are the dots you'll have to connect,
clues to help you find the page
you had last read.
Our story's title, my love
I left resting on your ribcage;
its gilded letters stick out
like my spine's vertebrae,
when I'm curled up against you
and our heartbeats sync in acknowledgement.
I can almost see them,
each curve and depression of my telltale body
shape of a climax my toes whisper of often;
and these ears, they are a bookmark
for the verses you like going back to.
Read me like a book, beautiful
I've been mistreated and torn, yet
that's what a story needs to feel true;
underline your favourite paragraphs with trails
of kisses and chills, warm
my cold parchment with your hands, and
keep me in you heart forever.
Omniscent PrayerProve me wrong,Omniscent Prayer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to be right anymore
Prove me wrong about hate, violence, discrimination,
I'm tired of seeing it,
Tired of knowing it
Every day telling the world it will happen,
Only to be right.
Prove me wrong
About humanity, about life, about living
I hate knowledge, I hate seeing
Frailty, thy name is [insert your name here]
Frailty thy name is [insert my name here], because I'm tired of being right.
So prove me wrong.