"ketchum" poems
Am I looking for love in Alderaan places?
Most of my SerenityXEnterprise ship jokes go over her head.
I feel like a John Cusack boombox blaring out nineties-age spaces.
Like a comedy no one's heard of, I'm Better Off Dead
without the love I'm not sure that I can find because then is it
really possible to find The One like Neo? (Haha. Get it?)
Like (p+l)(a+n)=pa+pn+la+ln, (Okay, Deep Breath) the universe is trying
so hard to foil my love PLAN. (That one was ****** but the best I can present)
I know you'll be saying "I told you so" when
I realize the narrow parameters of my search are a little naive,
but don't say I'm the Average because that's just Mean!
My love is like Ash Ketchum; I need it to be the very best.
My love is like Ariel; If I leave you I wanna know I'll be mist!
I just needed to pull a Sasha Grey and get it off (on) my chest,
I've already got my music, rhymes, and make-up. Give me the Kiss.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
There is a boy Ash Ketchum
He has a buddy named Pikachu
They came into the Kalos region
So ash can try to be a Pokémon master
They landed in Lumiose city
Where they met Clement and Bonnie
He tried to challenge the gym there
But got kicked out because he had no badges
He’d saved a Garchomp
Because team Rocket tried to control him
He then went to Santalune city
Where he met viola and Serena
He challenged the gym but lost
Because of the moves viola’s Pokémon had
Then he trained with viola’s sister
And her Pokémon, Noivern
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:49 PM 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
Prizes, awards, ribbons?
How about a kiss, a hug, a "thank you,"
a memory instead, knowing inside
that you remained true to yourself,
to the inner worth that is in everyone,
sacred and inviolate?
The prizes, awards, and ribbons
remind me of the shiny stars
your 3rd-grade teacher stuck
on your paper after you had answered
all the addition problems correctly.
We have turned our existence inside-out.
We still do not know the locus of our worth,
which is within each of us.
Shakespeare and Michelangelo--
how many prizes and awards and ribbons
did they win? No wonder Hemingway
shot himself dead in Ketchum,
as have so many others.
Remember always the poem is the prize.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
There is an emptiness
between Hemingway’s words
A hollow sound
that slides off the page
The space creates distance
as the Old Man wanted
From the reader
and voyeurs of pain
“Distance between himself and the day
he hauled in that great fish
“Distance from that last great battle
calling out from beyond his reach
“Distance from the arena, where the
horns got close but death got closer
“And distance from the many women
he tried to love and failed”
No matter how far he lived afield,
be it Paris, Havana, or Ketchum
In no place was there distance enough
or where his words could be safe
The separation and memory loss
became deafening and finally too much
As he gave in to the distance
—one last and final time.
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
So what is the new next thing?
isick ilich selum lee lay lum
syntax brizoke choke sizome
jabber wizock riverrun,
past Eve and Adam
Raisinets, Kay Jewelers, Round Up ‘s the way
Nirvana sun Gaga Ketchum drum Bellum
Numb undone-or-been done “that’s right son you tell’m”
“Ugh a rhymer?” “a diner.” “no stop it,” “crop top it.”
“No really I’m feeling like this meter is cheating”
“but I can’t stop,” “that didn’t rhyme” “oh yea”
So now what?
What is there?
Can I go any further?
Not not, come **** ****
September November taint
I, you, it—‘s all ****
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
Call me Ash Ketchum
I'm just tryna get a peek-at-you
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
Ponder, if you will, 100 years of life
Consider within it, all the accumulated strife.
Leave pause, don't bend,
And certainly don't seek a controlled end.
Pain is a privilege most neglect,
Or they simply grant the construct too much respect.
Allow it to whittle away emotions,
And abruptly slow motions.
It grants life a sudden halt.
You take on self pity, feeling at fault.
Then allow an illness to grip hold,
Leaving ones disposition frightfully cold.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
i used to be friends with a bunch of kids in kindergarten
i forget his name, or her name, but for show and tell they brought an ash ketchum figure and another kid brought that pda from kim possible
remember? the one she always called wade on and said whats the sitch? ****
and i forgot to bring something for show and tell
i've seen those people around; whether in school or around town
we haven't talked since elementary school
i remember when it was easy
everything was easy
it was easy to make friends, we weren't awkward or antisocial or sick yet
when high school comes around you don't focus on friends because you don't have time anymore
we're taught our education is more important than mental health
i dont go to school with my friends anymore
they made it out alive
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
I use to spend my nights dreaming of dreams that where miles away but ever since you left us I have spent my nights trying to catch those z's as if they were a Pokemon and I was Ash Ketchum but I'm all out of pokeballs and I'm all out of those pills that helped me sleep so now I'm sitting here thinking warm milk and ocean sounds will put me to rest but I can only sleep after I've drowned my sorrows in all this smoke or after I'm 10 shots in and if you were still here you'd smack that bottle out of my hand but now me and insomnia are bestfriends until the day it all ends and we are together once again
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
he was the kind of guy who would have willfully participated
in the ****** of Sylvia Likens, and very much have enjoyed the interaction with the rest of the gang while doing so.
he is still that kind of guy,
just a lot older now
too good for most things
and all the women who now hate him
for all the discomforting memories he had left them with.
his mom had been a nurse
and now his sister was too
perhaps whatever woman he was with was too,
his mother loved him, how could she not,
she had been a nurse,
so he was absolutely sure that masks, social distancing, and mandated vaccines were how it should be.
anyone who didn't know these things was too embarrassing for him.
his mom told him so.
at the age of 44, he still had the exact same job he had had for the past twenty years. he was too good to do anything else other than making deliveries to restaurants, which were all requiring vaccine passports for dine in and perhaps soon delivery.
most of him felt very important
every time he unloaded his delivery van
or posted on twitter or instagram
or wrote about how many of those woman had deeply loved him
even though they were not worthy of his importance
and could never be
he was too desirable for them
and they needed to learn that
so he had taken the time to teach them that
long ago, they needed to learn
so he had taken the time to teach them that
if they had been worth remembering, he would still find a way to continue teaching them that.
life had been good lately, he made $95 CAD
on a baseball card trade, he was a good person
who had a lot to offer the world and only deserved
the most smoking hot of non-throwaway women
when there were so many throwaway women who needed to learn
he knew what all the good music and writing was
and knew when something wasn't worth listening to or worth reading, jack ketchum's **** was certainly no good, he knew it,
all the fun girls knew it too,
he knew a lot, so he taught.
he was a good person with a good life and smart with his baseball card investment strategies, he didn't need an undesirable life
he had good advice to give to baseball, football, hockey, and soccer leagues
it was easy to make all these excellent observations
as a good person,
he reached over for his smokin hot queenshit
earlier this very night,
kissed the nape of queenshit's sweet, whip-smart neck
and fondled queenshit's girl ****
while listening to the queen's vaccinated breathing
tomorrow he would make a youtube playlist for queenshit
that included drunken one off's he had recorded with his band 15 years ago
then, one of them would make an interesting, important dinner
they would both eat and talk about.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC