"absol" poems
POKEMON
My favorite pokemon is absol
why you may ask
dosen't it cause destruction others may say
i say no
all it ever wanted was to warn you of a coming disaster
but you caused it to hide up in the mountains
so now it can't help you...
no it's not that it can't, it's that it won't
all because you drove it away
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
expect digression, misspelling,
self-formed words. and for this
to be a long one, therefore not
worth reading.
ten hours, but of awakening for
twenty or so. drinking wine from
bottle to gauge consumption, but
also because that's how one
should show how much of a classy
************ they are. drinking
and re-reading, the prior being
some kinda sin for a writer.
of Hemginway:
'Write drunk, edit sober.'
rules worth breaking and many
a lack of luck permeates. and
this one writes for you. canvas-
flapped this loss of arm. that's
a prior reference, by the way.
he was ruined of them; ruined
a curse propagation brought him.
to rise and wage however a
******* could, yet that however
brought an end in entirety. and
after a summer sweating, and
after a once and always absol-
ution of this winter madness.
(the only cure has ever been
isolation and deprecation)
always fleet-footed in the stressed
moments of the everyday. and
writing here, writing of this the
last few pages, expressioned in
particular voice. recanting
never these sacred art, defending
never the choices made nor whims
of soul or vessel. and breaking, and
influenced - to cite the adjective of
'inspired' - this phonetic will ounces
out restrained. restrained. next line.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
Mrs. Richart said,
Go home tonight
and do your freaking homework.
Do it right, do it good.
Or you get a bad grade.
I wonder if it's really that easy.
I'm 16, a Pikachu, and born in Marion, Illinois.
I've been going to school here my whole life, and
I'm the only ginger haired Pikachu here.
I live in a ****** little house,
Down the road from the park, in Marion...
An now I'm sitting here
Writing this poem thing.
I'm not too sure what's true to be seen,
or heard, or told, at my age of sixteen.
I guess I am what I be. And what I be,
could it be, what I see? I see trees,
and bees...and other people...no. That
can't be right. Unless I looked in a mirror...
Now I look, and I see a girl. A girl who
likes to eat, sleep and have fun. She
loves being with friends and being in
love. She cares deeply about her friends
and would do everything in her
willpower to help them in need.
I guess looking a bit like a
Pikachu doesn't change the fact that
she's just as good as other people.
So will my page thing be
good that I write?
Being me, it won't be like a
Jigglypuff, Absol, Vulpix or Mew...
Definitely not Mew...
But it will be
a part of you, Mrs. Richart,
and my friends.
Because you all are good.
Better than good.
You are great, amazing, and beautiful,
All put together......gramaziful!
You're gramaziful!
Though, sometimes perhaps you
have your moments....
And so do I...
But still.
We are all graaziful
in our own special way.
This is my poem thing for English II.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
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absolute
power corrupts
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC