"charmander" poems
Bulbasaur, charmander, pokeball,
Eevee, pikachu, got to catch em' all!
Kanto, johto, adventure calls,
Sinnoh, hoenn, this world ain't small!
Mewtwo, ho-oh, masterball,
Groudon, xerneas, as a trainer, I stand tall!
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
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
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
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.
"Ember Amber, I choose you!"
Trainer **** it...
May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 11:38 PM UTC
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.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
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
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC