Love Problem Blake sat on a stump thinking. Blake was a young Lucario who was in love with the lovely Lopunny Lucy. Today Cindy had taken Lucy on a shopping trip for her birthday. Blake wanted to get her something special to be able to say I love you but he didn't know what. The grass rustled. Blakes' ears pricked up, a Leafeon popped it's head up. "Hello." Said the Leafeon "Did I startle you I'm sorry, the names Ivy." The Leafeon said sitting down in front of Blake. "I'm Blake." He replied. He sat back down and played with a Daisy in his paws. "Hey, can I help you with anything." She asked looking at him. "Well.." Blake started. he explained to Ivy how he really liked this Lopunny and he wanted to get something really nice for her but he didn't know what. Ivy thought then pulled something out form behind her. "Here." She said handing him a multi coloured heart. "I found it while exploring the beach, there are lots there actually so you can have this one." Ivy Smiled t
Roses Story Ch.1A young girl no more then seven ran towards a village. She had pale blue eyes and silvery long hair, She had a pair of white feathery wings and a tail with a furry tip."Mom,mom!" She called running with the occasional burst of short flight."Look what I can do Mo-" She stopped when she saw three strange shadowy creatures by her house. She looked around to see houses trashed, the dirt roads cover in pools of blood along with bones,guts and some body parts. She saw one body with its torso completely ripped open.A young boy about a year older then her beckoning her over to be hind a bush. His eyes shone like Amber and he had white hair.Once behind the bush she saw a woman on lying on the ground. Her white blond hair stained with blood, the shadowy creatures ripping at her. The sound of bones crunching could be heard.Tears ran down the girls cheeks."Mom." She said quietly not wanting to be noticed.A loud roar came from the sky, the shadow creatures looked up to see a large black drago
MordredxArthur"Lackey!" Called a voice from the couch"Will you get the door." He let out a few coughs before rolling over.Wiglaf walked over to the door, before he could say an other word Arthur ran in. "Umm Mordred, Ar.." He wasn't able to finish as Arthur was already at his brothers side."Oh my poor Mordred do you need any thing a hot water bottle maybe some soup?" He asked."How about you LEAVE." Mordred said angrily.Arthur almost looked hurt, "But I can't do that my poor brother is sick." Arthur sat down on the couch."Arthur I think you should let him rest a bit." Wiglaf suggested.Arthur first looked sad then he got an idea."I'll make him some soup for when he wakes up."He set off to the kitchen with a big grin on his face.An hour later Mordred woke up to the smell of chicken soup. Arthur came out from the kitchen with a hot bowl of soup."I don't want or need soup." Mordred protested.Arthur pouted, he then proceed to put a spoonful of soup in his mouth. Mordred unwillingly swallowed.
BlissxCake"It's so lonely when master isn't here." Bliss said. She had light pink skin and an all pink outfit. She wore a necklace with a red jewel on it. She floated in the air attached to a floating blue orb. She decided to explore. "La de da.' She hummed as she past the kitchen she stopped. When she looked in on the counter was a chocolate cake with white, blue and pink icing. "What's this/" She wondered She wiped her finger across the icing before putting it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up. "Yum." She said delightfully. Bliss set off cutting herself a piece of cake. After finishing it she was in high spirits. After a couple of hours the door slammed. "Oh master your back, have you tried the sweet pastry in the kitchen?" She asked the young man looked at Bliss he had mostly neon pink hair that was starting to go back it's original color. his outfit was all black except for an orange scarf his eyes were red. "You ate a piece of the cake?!" He asked angrily. Bliss nodded "It was so good." "That w
Wings of a DreamSleep on the wings of a dreamFly off to a world to a world unseenAnd sleep on the wings of a dream.Let the angel of sleep fold their wings of dream,Sleep on the wings of the angel,And drift off to the land of dreams.Sleep on the wings of a dream,Fly off to a world unseen,And sleep on the wings of a dream.
Fallen Part 2"T-Tanya." She replied."Hmm Tanya that's a lovely name." The women began,"I'm Aria." She told Tanya.Tanya watched Aria at one point she could have sworn she saw a tail, but she just shook it off thinking it was only her imagination. She could feel Aria's eyes watching her every move."My dear child is there any way I may help you?" Aria askedTanya was hesitant at first before answering,"Well..." She began.Tanya told Aria how she had be accused of something she didn't do. And how a spell was put on her. She looked like a lizard like creature. Aria looked at her sympathetically."Oh you poor dear, I know how you feel you see I was accused of something I didn't do as well." She told her."What was that?" Tanya asked."Killing an other god." She said.Aria seemed to smile, but due to the light Tanya couldn't see it."You know if I weren't chained up here I might be able to break the spell." Aria told Tanya."Well how would I get you out?" She asked.Aria explained that she would need
hushi'm done wishingon shooting stars, andi want to be done with you:i'll let dust settleon my telescope,let dust settle inmy throat, my lungs.twist your fingers throughmy vocal cords,press your palm tomy lips and tell me, hushdon't wish on thingsfalling too fastto hear you--maybe i'll wishon seashellsinstead:they are quiet housesfor muted ghosts, thoughmore alive than youhave ever been.i'll let youpull me under,paint my eyeswith salt, blind meso you can murmur, shheven dead thingscan be beautiful
My Chemical Romance Save Me...I am a Demolition Lover.I am NEVER okay.I was welcomed to the Black Parade.I am young, and I don't care.I am Disenchanted.I am filled with unapologetic apathy.I mourned Mikey's glasses and the death of Pansy.I live Life on the Murder Scene.I cried to The Ghost of You.I cried to Famous Last Words.I worried about Bob & his burn.I helped Gee stay sober.I have an obsession with Ray's hair.I am not afraid to keep on living.I crashed the cemetery gated.I've brought you my bullets when you brought me your love.I've given Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.I know what they do to guys like us in prison.I've given 'em hell, and hung 'em high.I've killed all my friends.I gave you gallons of blood.I've seen the Early Sunsets Over Monroeville.Vampires can never hurt me.I am DEAD!And i will be buried in all my favorite colors. Black.So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and Sleep.These are my Famous Last Words.So, Thank You for the Venom, so long, and goodnight!<3
on not knowing.this road was ten miles long.i traveled barefoot.
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers thinkWe may dream our reality.With earphones attached liked IVsI dream my own melodic universe.Until someone laughs behind meAnd strikes up conversation with a friend.And in that moment they become my anchorAre they spinning through my dreamOr am I spinning through theirs?Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,And sometimes it all mixes togetherLike liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.When no one speaks to me for hoursI begin to wonderIs everyone dreaming a reality that includesThe whole café but me?The street outside the windowWith passing strangers, dogs and carsIs a whole new Milky WayWaiting to be discovered.But I am no space explorerAliens are beyond my reach.Whispers of the people aroundReach my ears distinctlyLike waves lapping on the shore.Words on paper go no wayTowards proving that I was ever hereMy identity is slowly condensedNot into the people who kno
Mowing IIA radio blaresover the whirlingof blades.Through the green spiralsa dusty voicesings along.
InsomniaI'm conscious. I'm conscious.I'll always be conscious.I'm not just not sleeping but I'm so God damn conscious.I can't close my eyes because my ears are aliveThey cradle the sounds that sound just like lightI'm conscious. I'm conscious.It's dark and I'm conscious.Sensations are sounds that keep me awakeGnawing my nerves to make me insaneRattling feelings to wake up my brainHours of awareness that bring on the painI'm conscious. I'm CONSCIOUS.Can't you tell that I'm CONSCIOUS?!Hurting in places that don't have a nameInsomnia throbbing like night pounding rainIf I could close my eyes I'd be alright againIf I could close my head I'd lose all this painThis consciousness always makes me insane
An artist (revised)Staring blankly at a white sheet of paperCan truly be an artist’s worst nightmareAn artist’s duty as its shaperTheir thoughts up in the clouds somewhereLooking for bits of inspirationTheir eyes searching the skiesNothing can break their concentrationNothing can blow out the passion in their eyesBeing an artist does not always mean you are skilledYou do not need to be Picasso or BachIt means you want to see your dream fulfilledAnd that you will never give in to an art block
Why I cryI like to cry myself to sleep at night.I cry for my cat who was run over.I cry for my father who left me.I cry for the friends I have lost.And I cry for the bullies who push me in the halls.I cry for me, myself, and I.I cry for the body that I don't have.And I cry because I'm not happy.I cry for my broken family.I cry for lost love.And I cry for the unwanted.I cry for the people death has taken from me.Every night my pillow soaks,gathering the tears that I shed.By morning they are goneand no one knows I cried myself to sleep.
The true leader of the packHer crimson red eyesShine brightly in the darknessHer soft, warm abyssal black furCamouflaging her bodyBut there is another set of eyesThat can focus only on hersFor he is a creature of lightAnd the darkness blinds himHe would follow her anywhereTrusting her with his precious lifeAnd she would carefully guide himFor she is the true leader of the pack
Li'l Mordred and PumpkinOh how I love you so roundso orange. You maybe small butmy love is large for you.You listen quietly to what I say,You never say anything mean.Each day I see you and you seem to shrink.Oh how I love you little pumpkin of mine.Li'l Mordred.