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By EmeraldRyuzaki
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&
69th Hunger Games It started out as a normal everyday well... day for me. Woke up at 6 for school, did the usual routine: get dressed, eat breakfast, do hair, brush teeth and out the door. I get in the pick up, and check my phone before driving away. I had one new text message, assuming it was a friend a check it. It wasn't, it was from an unknown number and it said, "You have volunteered to be a in the hunger games! Congratulations! Effie Trinket." Thinking they were playing a joke on me, I played into it. I text-ed back "O.Kay. where do you want to pick me up?" So I started down the ranch road slowly, when my phone vibrated, I looked at it and I69th Hunger Games in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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HelpI need helpHelp in Free Verse More Like This
alone in the dark
with the bodies all around me,
the rotting, tortured corpses
of my subconscious.
I'm sorry
for the words
for idiocy spoken
for all the things lost,
all the things gone.
Fire burns inside me,
it wrenches
and it claws
at the fragmented final sentence
of sanity I hold.
I need help
I am lost
please... I can't see,
it's dark and dank and meaningless
there's no point to be.
I am gone
past the pit
of lost, forgotten thoughts,
of tortured souls and corpses
of cities left to rot.
Behind a window,
here I am
in a world that's not my own.
I am nothing,
just an image
of what I'm supposed to be.
WanderingLost.Wandering in Free Verse More Like This
I'm wandering to find the path,
looking for something I cannot find-
-for nothing
-for everything.
I'm lost and I can't find,
I cannot find my way
in this maze of thought,
of wonder,
of dreams
of delay.
I'm sinking,
I'm falling,
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.
Help me
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 pa
The Artisan KnightHere I am, the gallant knight,The Artisan Knight 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
Shadow ManShadow Man, where are you?Shadow Man in Free Verse More Like This
Lurking in the dark.
Hidden from the eye
of ignorance.
Shadow Man, please hear me,
I bid you no harm.
Why do you hide,
don't you see?
I hear you when you hide,
when you walk along the walls
to avoid the ones below.
I can hear you.
Do you see me?
Shadow Man,
do you hear me?
I am here.
Listen to me, friend,
one hidden in the dark.
You should not have to hide
from eyes that cannot see,
hands that cannot reach.
For, Shadow Man, I see you.
Shadow Man, I hear you.
Come to me, my friend,
please come...
Let me show you the sun.
MatterIt twists and turns and shiftsMatter in Free Verse More Like This
all around, all around my head.
Flickering dots everywhere
paintings bleeding red.
I blink and then they're gone again,
left staring at the dark.
The void of nothing all around,
the silent central spark.
I start to run away from nothing,
just drowning out my thought
with the pattern of my pounding heart,
the peace that I sought.
But the mission's all for nothing,
it simply cannot be
for the dark and the clouds and the shadow ones-
-they follow me.
Around and around and around it goes,
swimming all through me.
In the silence I can hear-
-I can hear it breath.
RepetitionI woke up this morningRepetition in Free Verse More Like This
and the first thought into my mind was
"Damn."
Because I have to do it all over again.
I have to get up,
I have to go to school,
I have to listen to robots
who don't understand my way of thinking.
And I realize
I can't take it.
I can't take it anymore!
I can't stand it!
Every day is the exact same thing!
It's driving me mad and pissing me off!
I just can't take it.
I have no fear of pain,
no fear of others dying
because I know it's only fate
but why, I wonder, is this my life?
Why am I not trapped in a war,
why am I not driven to survive,
forced to escape,
obliged to attack?
When the worst hell I
Hateful GriefThe single light shines brightlyHateful Grief in Free Verse More Like This
upon the rows of dead.
It glistens oh-so softly
off the bloodstained heads.
I wander through the black abyss,
I feel a burn inside.
It seems as though naught's amiss.
In the world that I reside.
But it claws at me with burning hate,
it rakes and then it screams,
the ringing in the metal grate,
the cage within my dreams.
I listen for the laughter,
I know it always comes,
the laughing and the grinning after
the sound of metal drums.
The face of hate is black-toothed,
dirty, but not without allure.
It sings and rings above my roof
and I follow with a purr.
I drift among the silver clouds,
the
KnowledgeThe skies are set on fireKnowledge in Free Verse More Like This
in the passion and desire,
the roads are blocked with fear.
Let me hear-
let me hear!
The birds call out my name-
oh please, do not refrain.
The birds call out my name
in the mist.
Oh the list-
list of places, list of thought,
list of all that's left to rot.
I can see past the flight
through the feathers at the fight.
I can see past the fight
of the land.
Oh I can't stand,
I can't stand!
I fall to the floor
no more, no more!
I can't see past the blaze
a fire haze
a hidden maze
of fear.
Oh dear,
oh my dear,
It's in the skies!
All the whys!
All the eyes on my soul.
They eat me whole,
they
Dear SanityDear Sanity,Dear Sanity in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry you have to leave so abruptly
and I cannot say you will be missed,
but our time together was much too long
and now I'm much too free
to bother with you now.
You were always such a strain,
such a great burden to bear,
but now you've gone, off my shoulders
and I can dream once more.
As a child you sucked me in,
eager for the world
but now I've seen it and I must say
it's simply not for me.
So I will say what I like
whenever I decide
and I will live my own life
no matter who denies.
So, Sanity, my former friend,
I must ask you to leave.
Because I don't have time any more
to waste away with you.
The Worst PainThe worst kind of pain,The Worst Pain in Free Verse More Like This
the very worst kind
is the kind you don't feel at all.
The kind you can't 'walk off',
the kind no pill will help,
no doctor will rid.
It's the kind of pain
that exists in your heart,
the pain that comes with love.
The pain that aches but never bleeds,
the pain that makes you want to take
a knife and make it real.
But it's still pain.
And pain fades,
pain recedes,
pain goes away.
But love, unlike pain
will never ever cease.
Love is not your weakness,
love is your truest strength,
the pain it brings may burn like fire,
the hole may be hard to patch up
but the love will never die.
And amid that pass
May"Hey, Nathan, do you know first Pokémon that was created?"May in Horror More Like This
I grinned at my friend. "Pikachu." I was convinced that I could show off my Pokémon knowledge to my Pokémon master friend.
"No, silly." He laughed. "Pikachu is Pokémon number twenty-five, not number one."
"Twenty-fifth Pokémon? May 25th is my birthday!" I exclaimed. Although I pretended to be excited, I was ashamed. I thought he would be impressed that I knew at least something about Pokémon. After all, Sylvester had always known more about Pokémon than me.
"How do you know such about Pokémon?" I asked.
"Because I'm a Pokémon fan. I've been interested in Pokémon since first grade."
"Oh."
"It's okay, all I really do is play Pokémon games."
"But I don't have any Pokémon games. I just have a Nintendo DSi."
Just then, the recess whistle blew.
Darn it! Recess is already over? Time sure flies when you're having fun. I ran back into school with my fellow classmates. I stomp u
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