Academia Pokemon DatabaseAcademia Pokemon Database in Profiles More Like This
Academia Pokemon Database
Character: Chocola (my-gaara)
Age/Sex: 16, Female
- Moltres Red battling skills
- Stayed in Articuno Blue to learn coordination and help others
- Has been at the Academia before as a temporal transfer student
- Girly attitude
- Friend of everyone
- Has a weak spot for adorable pokemon
- Seen with a Lapras hat, and makes her own head accessories
Character: Denya Feren (VegetarianJackal)
- Grew up at Pyrite, Orre Region (Pokemon Colosseum and DX)
- First pokemon, female Houndoom, called Howl
- Healed a Pidgey, helped it evolve and used it to leave the region.
- Likes to battle strong people
- Cocky while winning, determined while losing
- Talkative and loud to friends and laughs to everything, but wary about unknowns
- Scared from dolls and dislikes psychic pokemon
Character: Christina (broken-with-roses)
Prologue1-Academia Pokemon GetPrologue1-Academia Pokemon Get in Short Stories More Like This
After 2 long years, luck is finally looking my way, even thought it looks as if it was just sightseeing and ignoring me at times. Still, I finally made it! I got accepted into the Academia! I bet that you'll like to know the story, although you're probably not old enough to read it yet. Hopefully, mom will narrate it to you like the pirate stories she used to read me.
Well, I was walking straight to the main building with my good friend Lorenze standing proud in my shoulder, just like on those pirate tales I just mentioned (by the way, sis, he's a Chatot). The closer I was getting to the academy, the more the students stared at me with their respective "here comes the new meat" glares. As usual, I avoided eye-contact with everyone, since I had no intentions to start a conversation. I had been practicing all night about my pack-up plans in the case I got rejected for the fifth time.
I finally entered the main building, and walked into that room where the old lady that was in c
Followspot Chapter 3Followspot Chapter 3 in Short Stories More Like This
- And then the guy in front of me started to insult the girl with the Lapras hat, and then, BAM. The teacher made us stand up and go to the sides of the room. She pressed a button, and the tables moved to the sides, and the room was clear, and then both classmates began to fight!
Gambler was explaining Abel how his Pokemon Psychology Class went. It seemed fairly normal that teachers looked for excuses to don't give classes, and, since everyone liked to see a random pokemon battle, every classroom was installed with some sort of portable stadium system.
Abel's Items and Equipments Class went smoothly, although it was mostly an introduction, and not many people took the class anyways. Still, there were 2 more classes to go on the first day, and one of them was Battle Training, with Professor Tank.
Both of the Articuno Blue students entered a big room that looked like a court with spectator seats. Now, that was a real stadium. However, there were plenty of students as well.
Prologue3 - "Spotlight"Prologue3 - "Spotlight" in Short Stories More Like This
This will be my final letter, as the postal office is going to close for some rebuilding or stuff, I'm not sure. They said that they don't know what happened to the other letters, so I made sure to put a more detailed sketch along with a map with some scribbles in the northern area. That ought to do it.
So anyways, on with the first disappointment of the day. My roommate Gambler told me that being on Articuno Blue meant that I was at the bottom of the food chain. I was like seriously? It's Articuno Blue! Articuno! Uno! Number one!
Yet again, I can't really think about a reason of why I'm better than everyone else, especially after witnessing something really cool at the auditorium today.
But let's start from the beginning of the first thing that I can remember from today. I woke up thanks to my natural pokefood-powered Lorenze alarm-clock-wanna-be. I put on my uniform and proceeded to the living room. There, I found that Gambler was sleeping with Mike over his head. He
Followspot Chapter 4Followspot Chapter 4 in Short Stories More Like This
- That's not true, you little pipsqueak! You're wrong!
- I'm certain that I am, you bandit!
- Bring it on, hag!
Suddenly, the teacher pressed a button, and the geography class turned into a pokemon battle arena with its respective pokemon battle between a thick-coated girl and one with a purple bandana who couldn't agree on which region's mountains were the tallest and coldest.
Although Abel enjoyed a good pokemon battle like everyone else, he had a special quest that day: Finding where in the name of Arceus his family lived. Thus, while the students gathered in a circle around the trainers and monsters, Abel took a good look at the maps around the classroom.
On the brighter side, he found his region 5 times. On the darker side, it was spelled differently in each map, and 3 of them didn't even write it with a single "z".
After the "class" was over with the bandana girl being the winner, if you wanted to know , Abel released Thann from his pokes
Followspot Chapter 7Followspot Chapter 7 in Short Stories More Like This
- Before we start the class, did anyone happen to find a blue Ditto last night? He disappeared right before his bath time.
Pokemon Forestry Class had a rough start. Abel had to stay silent while listening about the various mishaps of his Professor Faust and his loyal Commander, the shiny Ditto that Gambler found last night. Abel didn't say a word, since it didn't matter at all.
After a few stories, Faust started to talk about how he became a teacher and about her little brother, Rory, which was in the same room, trying to hide her face under the desk. Yes, Rory was the girl with the Kabuto beret, who Faust still couldn't believe that she was a girl.
Whatever the case, that somehow ignited a Pokemon battle between the boyish-looking girl and a nameless girl. In the middle of the battle, Commander jumped from the air vents and hugged Faust. Although he was displeased by the smell, he smiled, and proceeded to watch the battle while Commander transformed into a foam finger.
Second class wa
Followspot Chapter 5Followspot Chapter 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Rio and Vaporeon left the building, followed by Abel and Thann, followed by the Ratatta with the bandana dragging his owner's feet without much problem. Apparently, Mike was quite strong.
- What are the conditions?
- 3 on 3, random pokemon. Said Rio, who, although he was considerably younger than Abel, looked quite determined.
Both trainers got their pokeshooters ready and called their respective partners back to their pokeballs, which got inserted inside their pokeshooters. Then, each trainer took 3 pokeballs, and Abel felt a great relief. Out of the 32 pokemon he had, he was only familiar with 6, without even having met the other 26 ones. He had planned to spend the afternoon getting to know them, but that would have to wait.
Still, 2 out of 3 were good, old friends: Alice, the Misdreavus and Lorenze, the Chatot.
While thinking that it was better to avoid using the unknown one, which species he couldn't remember, he decided to start with his Chato
Followspot Chapter 2Followspot Chapter 2 in Short Stories More Like This
- Che. If we want to make a name out of ourselves, we've got to work on a few things. We need power, which we have none yet. We need style, to get us some ladies. And since you're practically a nerd, that's not gonna happen in a while.
- Gee, thanks.
- We also need wealth, intelligence about or potential opponents,and, of course, to get better at fighting.
Gambler was discussing with Abel his plan to become a prideful pokemon master while on their way to their classes. While Abel took Theology, his pal would go to Poffin Cooking.
- Oh, and we also need to have rivals.
- We NEED rivals?
- Yeah! But we can't just choose them. We've got to lure them into fighting us! Otherwise, we'll look like either bullies or idiots.
- But, under those terms, wouldn't that make the others to look like bullies or idiots?
- Oh, right Well, once we start to get known around, people will challenge us to some friendly fights, and then one thing will lead to another.
After parting ways, Abel went throug
Prologue2 - Into the dormPrologue2 - Into the dorm in Short Stories More Like This
I'm back from sending you a letter a few minutes ago, and guess what? Out of my excitement, I feel like writing another one! So much have happened today! Also, I don't know if you will ever receive my previous letter since I couldn't write the address correctly. Thus, this time, I drew a map on the back, with instructions and everything. I also specified that our region's name has a Z or 2 on its name.
If you read my other letter, you should have read that I left that man's office. I walked toward the teacher's lounge, searching for my uniform with Lorenze, the Chatot, on my shoulder, while wondering about what would have happened to that grumpy lady.
I opened the door to the lounge, and there she was. That woman was sitting down with an air of superiority around her, or so I believe. It could just be personal bias. She did get surprised to see me, though.
- So, you're back Said the woman.
- I thought that you got fired.
- I just asked for a teacher spot, and finally g
Followspot Chapter 1Followspot Chapter 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1 - Champion's attitude
- The battle begins here and now, pal!
- Are you serious? I think you're just thinking ahead now
- Che. I've never been more serious!
Abel and Gambler were selecting their classes. While the former was just thinking about it as a requirement, the later wanted to take a different approach.
- It's quite simple, Abel. No matter what classes do we choose, others will choose them, and thus, we have to be the best at them if we want to outstand, right?
- Right! Nodded Abel.
- WRONG! Said Gambler, while slapping Abel so hard that his glasses flew and hit a random bystander. Even though there are many classes for people of our category, there are just two that really matter.
- I don't think that I follow Said Abel after giving a quick apology and picking up his glasses.
At the Academia, there were plenty of classes to choose from, and, for Blue Articuno, the choices were more or less like this: Artificially Ai
I Will Still Be Wondering...There is crap here,I Will Still Be Wondering... in Free Verse More Like This
Useless stuff everywhere,
(as far as the eye can see)
"It's over here." You said,
As I read, laughing loudly
In my head.
I scolded myself,
How can I think such,
Hysterically morbid thoughts,
In a time of such need?
Well, its just because, I'm sick.
I'm sick. And you wonder why,
I'm still here.
You call me useless, and needy,
But love me just instead.
The only question I have for you is,
What's going on inside your head?
Is it a pathway of twists and turns?
Just like it is in mine.
Are your thoughts forever changing?
Is the way you view your surroundings unique?
Do you hold onto life with a bleeding hand?
Allowing it to drag you, going where the wind goes,
As some may say.
Well, you know,
That this world is changing,
And forever it will be.
Life is just a circle, that's why
The world is round.
As the seasons change,
Turns to darkness,
I will still be wondering,
What's going on inside your head?
Stars.We laugh, we cry, as we make circles through the sky,Stars. in Free Verse More Like This
With these things called stars.
We hold them in our hands,
Tell them our most secret plans.
They cross their hearts,
Nothing will ever happen with our secrets, frights, magic plans.
These stars, promise that they will always be there,
That they would house our most feared adventures until the day,
That our souls move through our bodies, and into the next.
After, our souls take a new shape…
Well, we don’t really know what happens with the stars then.
They never tell,
That’s their little secret.
Raemarella - Chapter OneThe InvitationRaemarella - Chapter One in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two Days Earlier...
"Hey! Raemama! I thought I told you to clean the kitchen!" Ritoto, Raemama's foster father, shouted at him.
"I did..." Raemama stuttered out, he came into the kitchen to see that a mess had been made of it. His violet eyes went wide and he was suddenly looking into Ritoto's deep red ones. The boy jolted back in slight fear.
"Obviously not. Now clean!" Ritoto snarled and threw an apron at the black haired boy's face. The pale child flinched a bit and took the apron. He tied it around his slim waist.
It really was a shame that Raemama couldn't go out in clothes that he would like to. He had the perfect figure. He had beautiful measurements, although they were very feminine. He started with the mountain of dishes that magically appeared within the last 10 minutes and finished within an hour. After that, he scrubbed the floor and then the counters, re-organized the silver wear, and set the table for dinner.
It was suddenly 6pm. He
Raemarella - Chapter TwoPreparationsRaemarella - Chapter Two in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Bururu? Bururu, It's Raemama. Let me in." The black haired boy knocked on the nice door and was asking for his friend. His words sounded demanding, but his tone was no where near that. He had no reason to be demanding with Bururu. She practically gave him everything he wanted, even if he didn't voice his need. She just...knew.
The door opened to a girl just a hair shorter than Rae. She had black face paint on her cheeks and bright blue eyes. She had light charcoal hair and an endearing smile.
"Hey Rae, come on in. Hungry? I have the stove on." She smiled and didn't wait for an answer. She knew Raemama didn't get to eat much, so even if he said no, she'd feed him regardless. She started placing the ravioli on two plates and served Raemama. He ate happily.
They ate in silence only for a few moments until Bururu spoke again.
"So what do you need?" She smiled brightly and kept forking her food. The look on Rae's face indicated surprise. "What? Come on, Raemam
Raemarella - Chapter ThreeAuthorityRaemarella - Chapter Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay. Let's get you a dress." She smiled and brought the small boy to the dress shop. They had found the perfect dress within half an hour.
"It's perfect! Bururu, you're amazing!" He smiled and hugged her tightly. The boy looked around and frowned when he saw Zemumu, Razozo and Ritoto looking around in the formal wear as well. Bururu found where his gaze was going and tapped his shoulder. Once she had his attention, she spoke.
"Let's go. We don't need them spoiling today. We need to figure out what we're going to do with your hair and everything for the gala." She took his hand and started leading him out. Raemama's shoulder jerked back in a grip he knew all to well.
"Why, hello there. What are you doing here?" Ritoto glared in question. His grip tightened at Raemama's silence.
"I'm just getting a dress for the gala..." He sighed. Ritoto started to chuckle.
"Who said you were going?" The red eyed man asked him sarcastically.
"But, the invitation said that e
Raemarella - Chapter FourFrom Rags To BeautyRaemarella - Chapter Four in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a disaster. Ritoto was smirking as he came up to the smaller male.
"Looks like you won't be going to the gala. Such a shame. We'll tell you all of the fun things you missed." He chuckled.
"With years of cleaning up your messes, you think I can't do this in under three hours?" Raemama challenged. "I'm going to meet your requirements and I will be going to the gala tonight. I'll finish this and still have enough time to get ready." He added.
"Alright then, Raemarella. If you can pull this off, then I'll do the cleaning for a week." Ritoto growled and smirked. "Zemumu, Razozo, let's leave little Raemarella to the cleaning. We need to get ready for tonight." The silver haired boy and magenta haired boy followed Ritoto out, they were all smirking.
Raemama sighed and fell to his knees. He started scrubbing the floor first. He steam cleaned the carpets, did the dishes, dusted the shelves, and cleaned the furniture. He looked at the clock. He still h
The Invaders: PrologueThe Invaders: Prologue in General Fiction More Like This
Everything he spent a lifetime defending was gone. A climate change, blotting out the sun, was all it took to kill a majority of flora and fauna on a planet that was barely hanging by a thread already no thanks to human industry and pollution. Dib refrained from thinking about it at length to the best of his ability, but here he was again, dwelling on his mistakes and failures, his shortcomings, his misfortune...
He should have been able to stop Zim. What was one particularly bad alien invader to a whole planet? He should have been smart enough and powerful enough to stop him. He had immense power at his fingertips, but... It was too late for Earth now. Dib stayed off to the side in the main deck of Garuru's ship. It was rather small for him and he didn't fit in any of the chairs, humans being two to three times the size of Keronians, and at six foot seven he was especially tall. Though, he was comfortable on the floor, able to feel the pleasant rumbl
Chapter 1:My Favorite Keronian and What's in a PAKChapter 1:My Favorite Keronian and What's in a PAK in General Fiction More Like This
Giroro rose and followed Kururu, glancing at Dib as he passed by. The red Keronian was always awestruck when he entered Kururu's lab. Even in the ship, the amount of technology was amazing. Wires hung down from walls and ceilings and several coated the floor; some were clearly connected to monitors and other pieces of hardware. Giroro's eyes shifted to his friend and he sighed. As he stared at the yellow Keronian walking infront of him, he began to think deeply. That little swing in Kururu's step reminded him of something.
Months ago, he had realized that Natsumi was no longer around to hinder his mission, but this has sent his heart on a newer path. This cruel and devilish Keronian was the closest he had come to having someone interested in him, and this caused Giroro to take some interest in the mad scientist. He quickly snapped out of it when his thoughts went too far. "Uh Why did you need me, Kururu? And what the hell are you holding?"
Chapter 2: Confessions Of A Closeted KeronianChapter 2: Confessions Of A Closeted Keronian in General Fiction More Like This
"Kururu... What the hell...?" After a few hours, Giroro roused from his sleep, still sore and growing angry. He slowly opened his eyes to see the lab around him and Kururu sitting at his computer. "Souchou. What the hell was that?" Giroro stormed over, angry as he could be, but he quickly calmed down as he got closer. How could he be mad? Kururu was only doing his job, even if done in a cruel way.
"Morning, sunshine," Kururu greeted pleasantly as he turned his chair, seeing an angry Giroro storm towards him. He blushed lightly, but then it looked like there wasn't going to be any need to diffuse his anger. It went away, all on its own. The PAK was back on the table, bound up in metal chains like before, and all the weapons were strewn out around it. He was almost done making the disguises.
"Good... Morning..." Giroro slowly walked over the Kururu and stopped in his tracks. Was that...? No way... Kururu doesn't blush... Or does he? No... He can't...
Why 'Marriage?'Why can't gays have all the rights as married straight couples, just not the title of marriage?Why 'Marriage?' in Editorial More Like This
Why can't women have all the same voting rights as men, just not the title of being a voter?
Why can't immigrants have all the same rights as natives, just not the title of being American?
Why can't Muslim Americans have all the same religious rights as us, just not the title of being patriotic?
Why can't black people get the same water as white people, just not from the same water fountain?
Because to accept anything less than equality is inequality.
If a couple is dedicated and works hard to achieve something such as a long-term relationship, they deserve the title. They do not deserve to have their efforts cast aside and labeled with some second-class bastardization of the reward.
A marriage is a marriage. Accept nothing less.
Public Education: An American TraditionI'm going to give you some fair warning... This article is very meaty. Very dry. Just so you know.Public Education: An American Tradition in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Every once in a while an angry article comes out talking about how terrible the public education system is, how it's a sham, how we ought to get rid of the whole thing entirely. You know, fun stuff like that.
Well, as someone who graduated from a public school, I figured that it might be a good thing for me to point out a few of the good things that public school does. But not before I point out some of the problems.
The first thing that comes to mind when I think problems with the public school system is class size. Class size makes a difference in children's education. It just makes sense. If there are fewer students per teacher, the teacher is more able to address the needs of individual students. Studies show that s
A Dash of Yellow CriticismA Dash of Yellow CriticismA Dash of Yellow Criticism in Short Stories More Like This
Kululu sat in his Pekoponian form across from me. His eyes were fixed on his laptop; his fingers typing away fervently at some new project. I sat there across from the table giving little irritated sighs to let him know that I was there. His eyes stayed fixated upon the screen. Annoyed, I leaned back in my chair and tapped my fingers across the petrified wood. Kululu's typing became uneven, and he stopped and looked up at me.
Giving a long sigh he spoke, "Dorara, will you stop? I'm trying to work here."
I rolled my eyes and tapped my fingers again. "Of course you are. You always are. Will you at least pause for an hour and play with your son?" Kululu rolled his eyes and went back to furiously clicking the keyboard. "Listen to me, damnit. Kululu, you need to pay him some attention or he'll end up just as screwed as you are."
Without looking up, he slammed the laptop screen down with his hand. He slowly lifted his eyes to meet mine. "Maybe that's not such a bad
Like SuicideLike SuicideLike Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
What am I to you?
What is it that you want me to do?
Why do you follow me?
After all I've said, done, and still do
What is it that you see?
I am a leader with no purpose,
Yet I am still here, at your service.
You know that I am a contradiction,
Yet you still look up to me. I wonder is this
Is this a proper conviction?
I am left, then I am right.
I find reason to and to not fight.
What do you see in me?
Why can't you hate what I am? Despite!
For there are reasons plenty.
Why do you all do this to me?
Why do you give me reasons to stand tall?
Why do you revere and love me, despite it all?
I live for my people, my friends, fans, and family. That's all I do
Yet I just wish you wouldn't. Please, oh please! Let me fall!
What am I to you?
Do you call me your savior? Your priestess, your god?
Perhaps your empress, Fürhür, or mighty embode!
I am everything, yet nothing. Understand?
You make me fear; you make me fear thy sodden self.
You make me hate myself for what
FINAL RESULT - ROMEO AND JULIET ROLESROMEO AND JULIET ROLES LINEUPFINAL RESULT - ROMEO AND JULIET ROLES in Drama More Like This
Chorus - KENYUYU, ROTATA, SERORO
Romeo - JENDODO
Juliet - MIUKUKU
Friar Laurence - SHUJIJI
Nurse - NAIGIGI
Mercutio - NOMIMI
Benvolio - TAKUKU
Capulet - TOZAZA
Montague - LAYUYU
Lady Capulet - CHIRIRI
Lady Montague - RIKAKA
Tybalt - JARIRI
Prince of Escalus - SHURIRI
Count Paris - STITCHES
Peter - AKAMEME
Gregory - MAGIGI
Sampson - NIKEKE
Anthony - NOFUFU
Potpan - TSUBUBU
Unnamed servants - MARIRI, KARIRI
Servant to Capulet - RONONO
Balthasar - KYOKUKU
Abram - MORGAGA
Friar John - DIRORO
Apothecary - SANZOZO
Watchmen - ARARA, GORURU, DOKOKO
Musicians - MITATA, KICHOCHO, YARERE
Citizens of Verona - KACOCO, ARIRI, CHENANE, KYOMEME, MAGIGI
Piano - SONONO
I WANT TO DRAW YOUR ORIKERO IN A COMIC -CLOSED-Okay listen I know I already have a lot on my plate and I have like two or three other comics I have to do but this sounds like fun and I'm going to do it anywayI WANT TO DRAW YOUR ORIKERO IN A COMIC -CLOSED- in Drama More Like This
Okay. What I want to do is make an Orikero comic for a Shakespeare play; more than likely, Romeo and Juliet, since I know the (REAL) story like the back of my hand. I'm going to moderinize the script, too, so that'll be fun for me |D
HOWEVER. I thought about it and realized that using my own Orikero isn't going to be all that fun, so I want to use everyone else's Orikero instead (bolded for you people who just skim thingies c: )
Your characters may "audition" for the roles that I'm going to post below. Yes, I said 'characters'. You may audition more than one character, as many as you like, actually.
The only things that I require is your Orikero(s)'s name, link to their picture, and the role they will be auditioning for.. It would be helpful if you could also add each of their person
Creationlong, long, time ago when there was blackness all around, nothing lived; nothing grew; all was silent and still. All that existed was a goddess named Katarina. She was the most beautiful being in existence. No words could begin to describe her, and nothing could be compared to her beauty. Her body was long, lean, powerful, and beautiful. All the beauty that was, is, and ever shall be was gathered together to create the slim and curvaceous form that was her body. Her figure was delicate, yet refined, and it seemed to glow with the light of a thousand stars. She seemed to possess some kind of majesty that was never seen before or ever will be seen again. Her eyes were made of precious pearls with fine sapphires delicately placed within them, radiating a beautiful and soft blue from the rays of Saturn's rings. Here skin was light and delicate, fragile, and precious. Her heart, which was fashioned from a piece of the sun, burned brightly and so, always kept her warm. Her heartbeat seemed tCreation in Fantasy More Like This
The Black CatWho stalks you by the light of the moon?The Black Cat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who watches you silently?
For it is I.
Who is one with the night?
Who is as silent as the gentle breeze?
It is me.
Who is the mirage in the corner of your eye?
Who is the child of mysticism and familiarity?
For I am the black cat.
An Unlikely FairytaleOnce upon a time in a land far away there lived a pretty young girl, with eyes of hazel and mahogany hair. She lived at the foot of a mountain range with her family. All of the other girls were jealous of her fairness, but to herself she was hideous. All she could see in her reflection was an ugly creature of huge misproportion.An Unlikely Fairytale in Short Stories More Like This
Because of this she acted sour; not understanding that it was jealousy that caused the girls to hate her, and because of her horrible nature all the boys stayed clear of her. The girls spread rumours of her, and the boys, knowing her cruel nature, believed them. Soon enough, the hard exterior she put up caused her to be alone, and this she took out on herself, in both words and actions.
She spent what seemed like an era alone, pushing the few that loved her away, blinded by the hatred she had for herself. She decided to move away from her quiet mountain-side life to try and escape the harsh words.
As she grew with age, so did her body, until she had developed i
The harp playing lady alone in the snowShe stood in the snow,The harp playing lady alone in the snow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind cold on her skin
As the light from the sun
Continued to dim
She lit up her fag,
Flame dancing in the breeze
As she exhaled the smoke
And it trickled through the trees
From within the distance
She could hear something sweet;
The creator of this melody
She wanted to meet
Soon she was walking
In the cold of the night,
The tune from a stranger
Filling her with delight
The sound grew louder
With each step in the snow.
Where did it come from?
She wanted to know
Just as she was
About to give up,
A blessing came
From Lady Luck
There by the river
Wearing many a layer
Alone in the snow
Was a single harp player
On a tiny stool
This lady was sat,
A beautiful harp
Placed on a mat
She walked up to this woman
And smiled pleasantly,
As the woman continued
Her tune with glee
After a little while,
But not very long,
The harp playing lady
Had finished her song
With no reason to stay
The young girl rose,
And dusted the powdery
Snow off her clothes
She bowed to the woman,
SanctuaryIn a land of pale peaceSanctuary in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and shining beauty
I raise my head
to bask in its purity.
I see these branches, surrounding,
rooting in my mind
These leaves, falling
my own stars bening.
A place I can never forsake,
a sanctuary I can never forget,
yet this path, constantly retraced
as I return, filled with regret.
My tainted soul makes its retreat
through this road faint and unknown.
Cleansing itself as I breathe,
inhaling the aura of its home.
For these trees, surrounding,
are birth and creation.
And these leaves, falling,
are love in manifestation.
Let my soul take
the shape of seasons.
The sacred colours
of souls in trillions.
Let me burn
in the fiery passion
of your summer haze.
Let me blaze up
to red in the love
of your autumn embrace.
Give me your sacred rest
in the snow of easy end.
And retrace me in the green,
in the stars where it all began.
GazeHands reach for each others chest,Gaze in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
fingers gently entwined.
Hearts by gentle beats defined,
soft palms, come together,
to form a nest.
Rise and fall
with each and every breath,
shallow and of peace bereft.
In a heave of calmness, let yourself go,
let comfort assume control.
Feel my pulse within yours,
feel my breath fill you, head to toe.
Converge in me and I converge in you.
Linked together and in synch,
feel our emotions rise and fall.
Gaze with me into the eye,
let yourself slip inside.
Breathe in through my thoughts,
breathe out with your pure desire.
Let yourself slip inside this fire.