In My MemoriesIn My Memories in Free Verse More Like This
In My Memories
My love for you felt like frost-bitten pins
My heart, body, mind, and soul were numbing
This double-edged conscience~
No hands were lent / No hands to take
Abandonment Abandonment Abandonment
Countless tears to shed / Countless tears to make
Abolishment Abolishment Abolishment
The thoughts of you are like venomous-needles
After the emotions are injected the end seems less beautiful
Pain is unforgettable~
This unrequited suffering is self-made
No affection No affection No affection
I hoped you were the one but I fell for you too late
Bad medicine Bad medicine Bad medicine
The lights that instantly caught my eyes
Were too promising to believe it was just another lie
Cruel by design~
Anxiety enters my already-damaged bloodstream
It's coursing It's coursing It's coursing
I destroy myself little by little with every silent scream
It's unnerving It's unnerving It's unnerving
The dreams of the past keep
Wings Of FireWings Of Fire in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Fire
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Morals have been tortured
Strengths have been reversed
Desires have been submersed and purged
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
Let me finish off this unbearable dirge
Weep not for singed sins
Leave behind the memories
Mourn not for scarred skin
Forgive every tragedy
Set ablaze that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Fuel the flame for the ending
Cling onto clarity
There's peace after pain
Calm can engulf chaos
There's love behind hate
Freedom masks weakness
I've abandoned every promise
I couldn't complete what was said
My hope cannot rise from the ashes
Please, do not follow my footprints of flame
They only lead down a path where infernos cascade
There is no honorable life or even death for what I became
Consume this cruel reality
Silver Memories Chapter 1.5: Ilex MemorySilver Memories Chapter 1.5: Ilex Memory in Romance More Like This
New Bark town. Springtime. New Bark town had a nice spring temperature, about 20 ° C. Not too warm, and not too cold. The sun was shining, and sometimes a flock of Pidgey flew over. You could smell the scent of just mowed grass, and the Sakura were in full bloom.
Kotone happily strolled through New Bark town. Everywhere she looked, people would congratulate her with her birthday.
She had just become 16, and had decided to come home from her journey to celebrate her birthday.
The past year she had been traveling through Johto to collect all eight gym badges, and she had recently gotten her 8th badge.
She was planning on challenging the league, as soon as she had trained the newest member of her team, Ryuu, a Dratini she had gotten from the master of the Dragon's Den, to the same level as her other pokémon.
She was about to reach her house, as she suddenly saw a certain redhead, standing in front of Professor Elm's lab, frantically looking around.
Spicefrost's Fighting ContestSpicefrost stood his ground, crouching into a defense stance as he gazed at Cinderblaze. The she-cat's amber eyes gleamed with determination as they stood on the hill-top. The last fighting competition was about to begin, and he was confident he could win.Spicefrost's Fighting Contest in Settings More Like This
"You ready for this, Spicefrost?" Cinderblaze purred confidently.
Spicefrost cocked his head to the side, "As ready as I'll ever be!" he called from where he was.
All was still for a moment, Cloudfrost and Moonlake sat close by to watch. Spicefrost had already beaten them, though it was tough. Spicefrost stared patiently at the light gray she-cat when her whiskers twitched suddenly, and with that she darted toward.
Before he could react, the she-cat was face-to-face with him, nearly a whisker away from him. Raising a paw, she swung it at his cheek, claws sheathed. Spicefrost was in too much shock to react, merely beginning to duck at the last moment, just to take Cinderblaze's attack to his left eye. Stumbling from the blow he swung
How do you say goodbye?How do you say goodbye? in Free Verse More Like This
Three days after you started to die,
when it was just you and me,
and while your tongue roamed restlessly
inside your drooping mouth,
I asked how
do you say goodbye?
Do we hold hands -
your baby-soft grip already receding back
and out to sea, with the winking
calm of a rip laying itself
flat, while the surges of your fasiculations
in the shallow grooves of your ribs.
Do we say the words we already know -
I can see the delay
of words from your brain to your tongue,
and your sunken chest
heaving with measured words and
Do I study your face, to remember -
of your eyes are already drifting
half to sleep,
your waterlogged body bobbing, undecided
on the sea or the clouds.
amethyst mission 1amethyst mission 1 in Settings More Like This
Willard: windblade i need you to find the potion i order in the shop because It should have arrived earlier today. But it didn't.
Windblade: yes master
Willard: and please windblade is extremely important because is quite dangerous substance for one of my experiments...
Windblade: of course not master
---- ---- in the silent forest
Windblade: this looks more like a delivery than one type of training but it doesnt matter the master now how to do his things
Windblade: now where it's supposed i will search in this vast forest
Mark (the Aipom): woow this is the potion Professor Willard talk about
Windblade: in order where it will that pokemon could be
Mark: this thing,is strange.
Windblade:if i can remember the master said that the potion has a purple glow
Mark: anyway, I just hope this cost a big fortune
Windblade: mmmm that's the tail of an Aipom
Windblade: hey.... you.....Aipom
Mark: mmm who calls..... me i thought that this forest would be alone
Windblade: hey you, do you se
PlaygroundPlayground in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad 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 naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Bromotions: Scars Part 1Bromotions: Scars Part 1 in Drama More Like This
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father