The unstoppable war The cause of suicidal rage Twirled batons connected to saw blades Carriages for the dead well-prepared Shields are nowhere Only offense Everything to the center All come in None go out Sounds of organic materials being cut Precious ****** fluids spilt Fire surrounds all Charmander stands near his throne "Charmander-Char" in a high squeaky voice The dictatorship ruled by a monster who could have fit into his slaves' jeans He was now the master and these humans were his to command to fight.
Bulbasaur, charmander, pokeball, Eevee, pikachu, got to catch em' all! Kanto, johto, adventure calls, Sinnoh, hoenn, this world ain't small! Mewtwo, **-oh, masterball, Groudon, xerneas, as a trainer, I stand tall!
I started on the rooftop The empty sky above was all I had And all I needed It was pure Like a blank page Waiting for a story to be written But at the first sight of clouds I fled to the top floor
There were fun and simple things on the top floor Like Pokémon games I got red, white, and blue The monsters seemed so banal and repetitive But nobody else would acknowledge it Sending me into a dragon's rage I tried using flamethrower on Charmander Ending in futility as I ran out of burn heals I looked out the window in frustration Rain was falling outside Inside Patriotism was buffeted by the hail So I devolved into a lower level
Going further down this building For ***** and giggles I found more **** Less giggles On a floor with a TV displaying the news I was eager to learn about the world Only to learn everybody hates each other And nobody talks Or cares And the smartest person in the room Is the one I agree with the most Unable to view the tokens in my mind As anything less than treasure And those who try to persuade me otherwise Are thieves My spite steals tranquility Like the persistent storm outside My solution is shelter in lower levels
My experimentation on communication With the general population Had rained on my playful parade But I felt very comfortable on a floor with friends Until they saw through my charade Discovering my emotions in disarray As the people who made me love this building Made me curse it's walls the more I loved them I searched for the peaceful embrace of solitude Once the storm outside transformed into a typhoon
I found that solitude In a tiny bare room With a syringe and spoon I was unaware That room was an elevator That lowered me down the concrete void As the hurricane outside rattled me violently inside my box Trapped and lacking all agency I resigned myself to wherever the elevator chose to take me
After the elevator finished pulling me into the basement The tsunami seemed to cease But I was buried under debris I had to burrow out of my tomb The dig was tedious and ***** My perseverance was heroic But triumph was thwarted When I reached the surface To discover only wreckage remained And when I looked up I saw the building I inhabited It's damaged facade Made it clear I would never visit those floors I missed on the elevator
Above my building Hangs an empty sky It's purity is a lie The page was never blank Just constantly written on and erased To lure innocent readers into a tome
My life ran full of poke ***** and if mom got ice cream or not. It wasn't when will my next cut be or will this be the day I starve again. Life used to be climbing castle walls in my head and rolling down *****, brown green hills. Life changes in the blink of an eye, though you don't quite…see it, till it's too late.
When I was 10 I had my first pokemon game, I leveled up my charmander with love and affection cause I didn't own a real animal.
When I was 14 I made my first cut.
15 I fell in love and didn't let her know till I was ready to die three years later.
You see I let time slip me by, like a friend who smoked too much *** or a lover gone wrong. I hid away my scars till they were distant memories but man did I dig them up. My past has been sour, like the milk my uncle drank. Curled were the relationships I'd made. The thoughts made me want to puke. White buzzing was what went through my head.
I'm 18. I have a stable relationship. I'm getting married. Pokemon are my other friends when the real one's aren't there. I won't let time slip me by now, despite how wrong my past went.
god, what would i give what would i give just to kiss you again “our combo move” “our thing” to kiss you to kiss you and bite your lip til you groan bite your tongue til you **** in that breath **** in that breath and surge forward push me into the mattress kiss me til we’re both breathless breathless on us
god, what would i give what would i give to touch you again touch your beautiful skin trail my tanned fingers across your pality kiss your chest your stomach anywhere i can reach, though you hate yourself though you think you’re chubby (you’re not)
i just want to tug on your hair again that blooming copper blush my little male empusa my charmander my charizard (better than a dragonite, no matter what you say)
im not one for changing opinions but id do anything to have you back in my arms to stretch my arms across your wide back, those muscles you work so hard for
god, you’re still mine
you’ll always be mine
“only if you want to it’s a deal”
its a stupid deal how dare you ask me that how dare you
i want to **** on your neck like the first few times until the bruise blossoms that tag that label “Mine.”
i am no poet i am no artist like you but one day i will write you etch your name into the paper as i wish you’d etch your love into my skin as you used to
28th Nov 2014, shakespeare invented words ok so can i shut up
