#manga
She was August, I was February
months apart, but tied by the same number
Eleven, like a thread linking distant days,
like Pepero sticks she loved,
thin, sweet, and gone too fast.
She was the girl who handed me slippers in the rain,
who lent me her red, green, and white files,
who sat in the third row while I sat in the first,
but somehow, we always found our way to the same place.
She was fries on one eventful canteen day,
laughing about weight neither of us really cared about.
She called herself Snorlax,
but to me, she was Eevee
full of possibilities, always shifting, always bright.
She sent me memes, told me to wake up,
to sleep early
to try again tomorrow
She saw Natsume in me
though I never watched Gakuen Alice to know why
Maybe she saw the quiet fire I never named.
She was there,
and then she wasn’t.
Distance, time, then silence
life pulled us apart like a ribbon unraveling.
But somewhere
in the space between eleven and eleven
she still lingers.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC
"I wanna be best
Like no one ever was"
These words bring back
Memories of times long gone
"I travel across the land
Searching far and wide"
Whenever i feel down and out
I enter the escapist paradise
"I choose you"said Ash Ketchum
It flashed on the television screen
Now so many years have gone by
But the nostalgia doesn't leave
Walking on Mt. Coronet
As I traverse space and time
"Too much water"
Maybe but that's where Hoenn shines
Whenever the world outside
Brings the news of gloom
I go to Pallet town
And start a new journey from my room
Life is not black N white
When necrozma covers the sun and moon
On my Volcorona I ride
Through johto in search of suicune
I lose myself in Lumiose
The city of dazzling gleam
You are my sword ,my shield
And they say ,"just a fictitious being"
It maybe a children's game
But everyone's got a little child
Inside of them.Just a bunch of pixels but
They transport me to a simpler time
Just for a moment there
All the wrongs of the world disappear
In the Pokemon world I lose myself
Been lost for so many years
"You teach me
I teach you"
It's much more than an yellow rodent to me
"I choose you"
Pokemon
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
I sit in contemplation
trying to close my eyes
so I turn off the playstation
and drop my phone with a sigh.
Earlier, I tried to eat a pear
'cause fruit is healthy and stuff
but it was too hard for me not to care
it just wasn't ripe enough.
This show I've been obsessed with
and the manga after that
have busted that subconscious myth
that fiction has a lesser impact.
How long will I spend in the depths
of the fandom and content I find
accessible at my fingertips
and flooding through my mind?
When will I sense the ending
of this era of nights spent reading
headcanons, and content expanding
on the world on which I'm feeding?
Last night the latest chapter
was out on my mobile app
and I stumbled across it after
going to reread whatever was last.
It hit me like a ton of bricks
like the weight of hardback copies
of every scene the author depicts—
sent shock throughout my body.
A character who, before this day,
was invincible and proud
not unrivaled in his sway
but always drawing a crowd.
And then the last page caught me
and I could not look away
as tendrils from the enemy
cut through its raging prey
Too quick to be avoided
the hit was meant for another
but he knew he'd been appointed
as savior to his brother.
Taking a bullet for the one he abused
the one he had hated and cursed
before their fates were irrevocably fused
without either harsh role reversed—
All perceived slights against him
any contempt he thought he had shown
was forgotten as he jumped out to save him
His body just moved on its own.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
I was cold, dark, broken.
Not in body, but in mind.
Light and love were privileges denied to the likes of me.
Blades, bruises, blood, breath...that was all my existence.
I was nothing but a shell, a shadow of death trained to ****
I was the night.
She was warm, shining, healing.
Her spirit shone like a crimson flower.
Her hair was the glowing sunrise that woke me and the fiery sunset that called me home.
Soft, sweet, scents, snow-white skin beneath rose-red locks.
She was alive, vibrant, trained to love life and save it.
She was the light.
One touch.
One act of compassion, an emotion I didn't even know I had.
One act of forgiveness, a foreign sensation that shivered over my skin.
A whisper.
What's the point of chasing after her?
Protector.
That was what I became.
No longer tasked to take life...
But to save it.
Guard it.
Guard the girl with herb-stained hands and a soft heart.
I was no longer me.
I was me, but also...
Her.
I am the knight.
Her knight.
And I will do anything--
Everything--
To keep her light alive.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
I remember us sat looking at Manga cartoons like it was yesterday. But now?
She's gone away.
And I'm just a ghost
in a shell.
When I watch Akira I still hear her.
And,
the fading sound,
of
our era.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 5:05 PM UTC
The life of two innocent souls
circling around their destiny.
Uncovering new sensual emotions
while drawing closer with each turn.
A shy curious glance sparkles and
turns into a pair of pounding hearts.
While the first awkward kiss
blooms into a firework of desire.
Yuri is love.
Yuri is life.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
In preschool it was drawing
In elementary school it was reading
In seventh grade it was anime
In eighth grade it was Manga
In freshman year it was Asian light novels
Now,
It’s poetry
...
What will it be next???
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
oh honey ****
pen and ink **** star warrior
pretty little manga girl
twinkle wisp
with kung fu throwing stars
and triple steel samurai sword
that tear through others
made of pink taffy
and cherry juice fizz blood
moving like lightening
a flying gladiator
with dripping sweet rice
and tapioca milk shake *******
oh
you would taste so good to drink
out of a swirling sherbet punch bowl
with big blow job star goldfish
and hungry pink ***** lips octopus
drooling
sit on your face suckers
oh, fighter of one-legged midgets
the best part after a fresh ****
victory ****
to go down on them
their loli pop *****
butter ***** beautiful
springing through the top of your skull
cause you can't get enough
oh wow
happy hello kitty
***** plump plops
viscous
before the coup de grâce
as she twirls their chewing gum gizzards
with her little swizzle tongue
goo ga licious
before placing
what's left of their hose like glistening entrails
around her throat like a pearl necklace
only to get strangled with it
by double **** UFO boy
solar ******* hero of the universe
so hard
she spurts pineapple juice and *** donuts
out of pucker pie ****
**** banged cross eyed
like little girl manga never felt so good
addicted to cruel
whipped with a hella wet noodle
yes no yes no yes no
yes pleazzz
her big blue marble glass eyes
binocular kaleidoscopes
spring out on the floor
and roll around
turning into all seeing
anti-gravity magnetized
silver pin stripped spaceships
peopled by
evil omni ****** **** *****
screaming through eternity
in search of cosmic
tushi sushi
ogling wiggling ballerina butts
bubble gum for the eyeballs
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
my point is
he's impossibly cute
and looks as if he jumped out
of shoujo manga
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
Oh my God, I forgot
how ******* amazing Manga
is and I wonder can't
Remember why I ever stopped
reading it tickles then torments
my sensitive nature and
reminds me
I am a romantic when
my green grows and swells
resonating from her hand on
his coat or her resounding
"I belong to him" sound
It sounds like drivel:
to need so little as a trope's
grip of some coat in a storm
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
Fictional characters will always have a special place in my heart.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
I am a nerd
Who finds pleasure in books of fiction
Of life in fiction
Of pain from fiction
A fragment of my being
I am nothing without a book
I am a nerd
Who finds pleasure in comic books
Whose mind comes alive in their pages
Of heroes and their sidekicks
Of villains and their lovely vile
I am nothing without a book
I am a nerd
Who finds pleasure in rock as a religion
It's transitions and it's leads
Metal as a denomination
So electric; I come
Alive over and again
I am nothing without my music
I am a nerd
Who finds pleasure in Mangas
Their Naive heroes and their half clad villains
Their pervasions and their strengths
Their one-on-one battles and defeats
Their awesome storytelling and the twists
I am nothing without my Manga
I am a nerd
Who finds pleasure in video games
The difficulty levels and their walkthroughs
The vibrations and the boss fights
The sleepless nights and the highs
The shouts of victory and the barrage of curses
I am nothing without my Video games
I am a nerd
Who finds pleasure in surfing
The endless chasm of the world wide
Web, of knowledge and terrifying ignorance
Of horrors and uplifting humor
From one end to the never ending
I am nothing without the Internet
I am proud to be all of these and more
I Am Nerd.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
One day it came to me
The day when I met he
The guy who was full of mystery
And left my head with much curiosity
He always wanted to be alone
And often does his emotions not shown
And now he has outgrown
The curiosities much more impossible to be blown
Every night I see him
Creeping in the woods so dim
Leaning in the pain he's probably suffering
That had always left a question in my mind hanging
One night I followed him
From the trace of his screaming
Then after a few seconds I was panicking
For a beast was suddenly attacking
A familiar face saved me
With his mouth so ******
What could he possibly be?
Then suddenly I realized he was bloodthirsty
I was aware of the possibility
That fear would soon capture me
But then I opened my eyes to see the reality
That he didn't want this to be
He didn't want to bring fear to humanity
As a child he was living peacefully
Now his life's broken to misery
And I finally understood he
The crystals from his eyes tell me
That the pain was killing he
That he was calling help from me
Before he comes to level E
Now that I unlocked the mystery
I knew my heads not spinning because of curiosity
For when he stares at me
It's like my world's suddenly turned to fantasy
I'd rather tell my cry
For my heart couldn't keep a lie
For his eyes is blazing with fire
I'll always dream for a date with the vampire
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
*The world is dyed with the colour of blood.
It will never go back to the way it was before.*
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
you know that famous saying
"notice me, senpai"
but heck, you're younger.
that makes me your senpai.
we could be a romance-comedy manga or anime.
so let's make a plot twist together.
how about
i write this on a piece of paper,
and drop it into your locker?
" "notice me" - senpai "
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
He was a good runner;
And one hell of a stunner;
Your stop-glass picture for a lightning vision;
And a start-pass winner, a stunting gold finisher;
A heart cold hunter, he was my knock-out hitter;
He was a K.O. Rider--
He was a collider: on one collect collision course;
Of course, the beginning was when it began:
Between the specific sheet of force
With a good measure...
Had me landing on all fours,
Reveling in it again;
To rev up was the plan.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
Determined to near insanity,
the boy fearlessly joined
the last standing army of humanity.
With his two closest friends by his side,
he shaped his fate into something
only he could decide.
For years he struggled with the other recruits,
but the dream of freedom planted inside
grew from a seed into a tree with deep roots.
And while he worked until he could no longer stand,
that angry little boy
turned into a man.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Little Italy
Im sorry,
I'll never see you again...
Little Italy
Im sorry,
I'll never see you again...
War calls me on...
Little Italy
I'm sorry,
I hoped I'd see you again...
But my life had to come to an end...
I am fading...
Italy
Cant you see who I am?
Ive always been so close to you the whole time....
Cant you see who I am?
That ally, coach, and captain
Cant you see who I am?
Who always told you to stop flapping that white flag
Cant you see who I am?
Your Germany
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC