New post for new poems.
(The most positive poem I ever wrote? I wanted to get away from terrible, terrible happenings for a few poems).
A wild Control of Dialga appeared!
LEAFEON, Control of Dialga Chose You!
I'm Happy
I'm happy.
Though I do miss you.
I'm happy!
I'm surprised to find it's true.
We were together,
In both love and hate,
Until split apart,
By a bastard faith.
And the anger,
It filled me for days,
And there wasn't a death
That I didn't appraise...
But I changed, am
Different now.
And I got over it,
Moved on somehow.
Leaves surround me,
Grow around me,
On me and in me,
This forest found me.
And I fell to it,
I crumbled slowly,
Let it wash over me,
Take me in wholly.
Leaves within me,
I am the forest now,
New friends, new life,
I moved on somehow.
And I'm so, so happy here-
I just realised.
I never thought it would happen,
Boy was I surprised!
I thought it was a lie-
"All wounds does time heal"
Bow how else to explain-
The happiness that I do feel?
And I do miss you,
And will think of you always,
But here in the warmth,
Of long summer days,
It's so so easy to,
Become smooth tranquillity.
Wherever you are.
Hope you're as happy as me.
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Coroxn feinted Leafeon! Control of Dialga sent out Magmortar! But what's this? A Magby and Magmar were also sent out!? How strange!
The Fires of Contentment
A child, a baby,
Born to flame.
Magby, Magby,
Calling my name.
But, so soon,
My fires died,
Ripped away,
Cried and cried,
Grew, and grew,
Over and over it.
Got bigger, stronger,
Powerful, loved it.
Expelling the cold
With fiery breath,
Attacked by strangers,
Fires dealt death.
Lived a life alone,
In a smoking crater.
Mother disappeared.
I did hater her.
Met with a girl,
Of the same kind,
Us too girls together,
We did entwine.
Together for a time,
We took up too much oxygen,
And before too long,
She had to hit the road again,
At this point I had,
A negative view,
Of almost everyone,
Would have hated you.
Sometimes kinda do.
And then you came,
And we battled,
And you won,
I was rattled.
Wanted to be better,
Wanted true strength.
Decided to go with you,
For a brief length.
And I grew to love you,
Someone to rely on,
Hatred being burned away,
Someone to dote upon.
You gave me a Magmarizer,
Traded me, me away.
Guess I never realised her,
Love of me was temporary.
Hated everyone again,
No one worthy of my trust,
But I saw my new trainer,
I must fight with her, I must.
So strong, so solid
I so wanted her grudging respect.
Fought with all my new-found power.
Hatred burnt out, admiration left.
And, like flame
Come from ashes,
Out of our battles,
Our clashes.
We sparked, and caught,
Caught aflame.
Champions now!
Everyone knows our name.
Such a life,
It does exist.
I am happy
With this.
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Coroxn feinted the three Pokémon in a single hit! What a display! But Control of Dialga is sending out an Electivire! But an Elekid and an Electabuz also appeared!? Weird!
Ampires
Do you remember,
When we were younger?
Everything so new,
I sometimes hunger...
For the days when
We would windmill are hands
To generate a current,
Till we were too tired to stand.
And we grew,
We held competitions,
Seeing who get hit by lightning at,
The path of least opposition.
Hiding in plants,
Till the people were gone,
Coming out then,
To an electrical song.
And remember the thunderstorms?
And how we would go out,
And think the lightning from our parents,
To them we would shout,
Until our voices gave out.
And remember those
Little yellow boxes,
Brimming with power,
Full of tiny sockets.
And when the magnets,
Passed over us,
The electrical units,
Beeped and buzzed,
And then we bigger,
Older and stronger,
Could fight harder,
Last a lot longer.
We looked kinda monstrous,
And people did stare,
But we laughed in their faces,
Cause we didn't care.
And we didn't let the current,
Bend us or break us,
And we lead our own way,
Didn't let us take us.
We never needed current,
To give us a home
Just windmilled our arms,
To make our own.
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Control of Dialga is out of usable Pokémon!
Control of Dialga fled!
A wild Blazer appeared!
Blazer sent out Dialga!
But it failed!
Blazer sent out Arceus!
But it failed!
Blazer sent out Mew!
A Call to Fandom
Magical, unattainable.
The perfect original.
Forsaken, forgotten,
Unnecessary, provisional.
Ultimate secret,
Ultimate achievement,
Everyone love.
Then, bereavement.
Never again,
Featured but once,
Old and decrepit,
"Fetus," "Poxy", "Ponce,"
Created on a whim,
Thrusted into import,
A trick, a lie,
A troll's first resort.
The games,
They cheated me,
Ashamed,
Easy to see.
But not wholly dead!
Don't forget the random,
Assortment of beauty,
That is the fandom.
Games, dead, stale,
Too unforgiving,
Fandom, breathing, alive,
Totally living.
The subbers,
The spriters,
The coders,
The writers.
Those who take a blank canvas,
And make something worth seeing,
Those who make being a someone
Else's creation, something worth being.
Mew feinted!
The wild Blazer is out of usable Pokémon!
The wild Blazer fled!
Coroxn is victorious!