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[Poetrydex] Reboot
- Thread starter Coroxn
- Start date
ShinyUmbreonX3
Moon don't tell me lies, don't let me roam forever
Coroxn
An extremely equivalent exchange.
Sorry! I had them done and everything in a crash, lost them, then got into a slump and just now kicked myself back into gear.
Stampede
They're swinging around the hill,
Screaming their name aloud,
Their hoofs pounding, raising,
An obscuring dust cloud.
No single hoofbeat can be heard,
Can be singled out, can be discerned,
From the thousands pounding, pounding,
The ground must be so badly burned.
Their battle cry grows louder,
They come at us with such speed-
In their own tongue, wishing each other,
Luck that they will need.
Their formations brilliant
Examples of synergy,
Their manes alive,
With elemental energy.
We snort. They cannot win,
We are too large.
Us Zebstrika and Blitzle,
Into the Rapidash charge.
A Beautiful Slaughter
A long and noble lineage,
Of beauty and profound grace,
The slow trappings of being a Clamperl,
At sixteen, do change pace.
Because we are no longer ugly,
When the Deep Sea Scale is done,
"Us Gorebyss are so striking,
Beloved by everyone!"
I was to be transformed-
As of family tradition,
To go from boring, clunky,
To the most marvellous condition!
Alas, my family was corrupt,
And had wounded a valiant youth,
A youth, who, in revenge,
Wounded me with a Deep Sea Tooth.
Beauty to ugliness-
Grace to hate-
An everstone brought-
But brought too late.
Corrupted, twisted,
Horrifying and repulsive,
A hatred for niceties,
Truth and feeding compulsive.
And the subtleties of court,
Soon became a hate of mine,
Ignoring the traditions
That had stood the test of time.
And despite good intentions
(Of which there were only facades)
My parents eventually damned me,
To the Gorebyss version of hades.
Sent to work for myself,
I chose the life of a mercenary,
We Huntail were swift, cruel,
And more than a little scary.
And I achieved success,
Surprise surprise,
What would my parents say,
Of this new thing before their eyes?
I still harboured dreams back then,
Of a reversal, of going back again,
Surely, if I was a Gorebyss,
My parents could love me then?
But as I gave up the life of a mercenary,
And became a brave assassin instead,
I learned to be happy for my new self,
For if I was a Gorebyss, I'd be dead.
"They've given too many,
Heroes the shiv.
Kids, grandparents,
Let none of them live."
And it was true,
Their corruption was awful,
But completely unstoppable,
To the completely lawful.
"Honey, look,
It is our daughter!
Let us rejoice-"
Then commence the slaughter.
"We're so, so sorry,
What were we thinking-"
And then I don't stop,
Till there's none of them blinking.
But they never woke up,
In the pale darkness, they did gleam-
None alerted, none saw me,
Did none of them scream.
A hidden perversion,
Corrupt and complacent.
Glad I happened,
To be so wonderfully different.
Disastrous
Did I cause the disaster,
In your neighbourhood?
Am I a bastard,
Or just misunderstood?
When they assume that my presence-
That correlation equals causation,
A disaster nearby, nearly always,
Implies my participation.
For years and years,
Hunted to the brink,
Because you humans
Did naught but think.
And then a reversal,
A change in ground,
To us dear Absol,
You soon came around.
We were just messengers,
Bringing a warning,
Or perhaps there to join,
You humans in mourning.
And now we are beloved,
Or at least, tolerated,
But this change, and disasters-
The numbers correlated.
Twice the amount of Absol
Aloud to roam,
Twice the likelihood of a disaster,
Somewhere near your home!
Yet you still love us!
Well, it's about to get rougher!
All hell'll break loose!
We do love to see you suffer!
Stampede
They're swinging around the hill,
Screaming their name aloud,
Their hoofs pounding, raising,
An obscuring dust cloud.
No single hoofbeat can be heard,
Can be singled out, can be discerned,
From the thousands pounding, pounding,
The ground must be so badly burned.
Their battle cry grows louder,
They come at us with such speed-
In their own tongue, wishing each other,
Luck that they will need.
Their formations brilliant
Examples of synergy,
Their manes alive,
With elemental energy.
We snort. They cannot win,
We are too large.
Us Zebstrika and Blitzle,
Into the Rapidash charge.
A Beautiful Slaughter
A long and noble lineage,
Of beauty and profound grace,
The slow trappings of being a Clamperl,
At sixteen, do change pace.
Because we are no longer ugly,
When the Deep Sea Scale is done,
"Us Gorebyss are so striking,
Beloved by everyone!"
I was to be transformed-
As of family tradition,
To go from boring, clunky,
To the most marvellous condition!
Alas, my family was corrupt,
And had wounded a valiant youth,
A youth, who, in revenge,
Wounded me with a Deep Sea Tooth.
Beauty to ugliness-
Grace to hate-
An everstone brought-
But brought too late.
Corrupted, twisted,
Horrifying and repulsive,
A hatred for niceties,
Truth and feeding compulsive.
And the subtleties of court,
Soon became a hate of mine,
Ignoring the traditions
That had stood the test of time.
And despite good intentions
(Of which there were only facades)
My parents eventually damned me,
To the Gorebyss version of hades.
Sent to work for myself,
I chose the life of a mercenary,
We Huntail were swift, cruel,
And more than a little scary.
And I achieved success,
Surprise surprise,
What would my parents say,
Of this new thing before their eyes?
I still harboured dreams back then,
Of a reversal, of going back again,
Surely, if I was a Gorebyss,
My parents could love me then?
But as I gave up the life of a mercenary,
And became a brave assassin instead,
I learned to be happy for my new self,
For if I was a Gorebyss, I'd be dead.
"They've given too many,
Heroes the shiv.
Kids, grandparents,
Let none of them live."
And it was true,
Their corruption was awful,
But completely unstoppable,
To the completely lawful.
"Honey, look,
It is our daughter!
Let us rejoice-"
Then commence the slaughter.
"We're so, so sorry,
What were we thinking-"
And then I don't stop,
Till there's none of them blinking.
But they never woke up,
In the pale darkness, they did gleam-
None alerted, none saw me,
Did none of them scream.
A hidden perversion,
Corrupt and complacent.
Glad I happened,
To be so wonderfully different.
Disastrous
Did I cause the disaster,
In your neighbourhood?
Am I a bastard,
Or just misunderstood?
When they assume that my presence-
That correlation equals causation,
A disaster nearby, nearly always,
Implies my participation.
For years and years,
Hunted to the brink,
Because you humans
Did naught but think.
And then a reversal,
A change in ground,
To us dear Absol,
You soon came around.
We were just messengers,
Bringing a warning,
Or perhaps there to join,
You humans in mourning.
And now we are beloved,
Or at least, tolerated,
But this change, and disasters-
The numbers correlated.
Twice the amount of Absol
Aloud to roam,
Twice the likelihood of a disaster,
Somewhere near your home!
Yet you still love us!
Well, it's about to get rougher!
All hell'll break loose!
We do love to see you suffer!
Coroxn
An extremely equivalent exchange.
Ho-oh
Brown Resistor of Life
A loved one lost,
A tragedy,
A corner cut,
Deep out at sea.
A storm brewed,
For higher purpose,
He was screwed,
And between us,
He wasn't important enough,
To even have a chance to justify
The risking of a thousands lives,
That rided on the storm, so he had to die.
And now he rests,
At the bottom of the sea,
But you're not resting,
And now you've come to me.
This is the story so far?
Well I admit I am unimpressed,
Many have tracked me down,
You don't stand out, not yet...
But regardless,
I'll help you,
Because it's not like
I've anything better to do.
Keeping the world in harmony,
Is the task asked of me,
You're husband's rotting in the sea,
That's exactly where he should be.
And I don't mean to be cruel,
But who goes out fishing in a storm?
The man was probably a fool,
Who didn't deserve to be born.
Besides, who am I,
To tamper with his fate?
I can't go around rescuing,
All those who are late.
The fish have probably eaten,
His eyes, it's much too late.
And if I do a miracle for you,
Thousands will come, I have faith.
So the dead will stay dead,
As they are supposed to be,
And unless you want to join him,
I suggest you get leaving me.
...
Oh my...
But...
But I...
Then I'll do this for you,
Send you to planes higher,
It'll hurt, for a tiny minute,
Before you're consumed in sacred fire.
-----
Lugia!
Literally Anything
Tick, tock,
The teterrimous beating
Of a clock,
In existence depleting.
For the only pendulum
I can find,
Is the one that swings,
Within my mind.
Swing, swing,
So incessantly,
Tick, tock,
The insanity...
When every movement,
Could start a thunder storm,
You feel like your muscles
Are locked, uncomfortably warm.
Like you're made of springs,
That you're movements have repercussions,
That destroy all the things,
Winds beating strong as steel percussions,
You isolate yourself,
Hope you can be happy,
But happiness is scarce,
At the bottom of the sea.
Tick, tock,
The pressure is breaking me,
Tick, tock,,
Physically and mentally,
The oceans are so still,
They do not quiver or shake,
And if I don't get excitement soon,
I'm going to fucking break.
Tick, tock,.
Brown Resistor of Life
A loved one lost,
A tragedy,
A corner cut,
Deep out at sea.
A storm brewed,
For higher purpose,
He was screwed,
And between us,
He wasn't important enough,
To even have a chance to justify
The risking of a thousands lives,
That rided on the storm, so he had to die.
And now he rests,
At the bottom of the sea,
But you're not resting,
And now you've come to me.
This is the story so far?
Well I admit I am unimpressed,
Many have tracked me down,
You don't stand out, not yet...
But regardless,
I'll help you,
Because it's not like
I've anything better to do.
Keeping the world in harmony,
Is the task asked of me,
You're husband's rotting in the sea,
That's exactly where he should be.
And I don't mean to be cruel,
But who goes out fishing in a storm?
The man was probably a fool,
Who didn't deserve to be born.
Besides, who am I,
To tamper with his fate?
I can't go around rescuing,
All those who are late.
The fish have probably eaten,
His eyes, it's much too late.
And if I do a miracle for you,
Thousands will come, I have faith.
So the dead will stay dead,
As they are supposed to be,
And unless you want to join him,
I suggest you get leaving me.
...
Oh my...
But...
But I...
Then I'll do this for you,
Send you to planes higher,
It'll hurt, for a tiny minute,
Before you're consumed in sacred fire.
-----
Lugia!
Literally Anything
Tick, tock,
The teterrimous beating
Of a clock,
In existence depleting.
For the only pendulum
I can find,
Is the one that swings,
Within my mind.
Swing, swing,
So incessantly,
Tick, tock,
The insanity...
When every movement,
Could start a thunder storm,
You feel like your muscles
Are locked, uncomfortably warm.
Like you're made of springs,
That you're movements have repercussions,
That destroy all the things,
Winds beating strong as steel percussions,
You isolate yourself,
Hope you can be happy,
But happiness is scarce,
At the bottom of the sea.
Tick, tock,
The pressure is breaking me,
Tick, tock,,
Physically and mentally,
The oceans are so still,
They do not quiver or shake,
And if I don't get excitement soon,
I'm going to fucking break.
Tick, tock,.
Coroxn
An extremely equivalent exchange.
Okay, /seriously/, tCoD updater, stop fucking with me.
Seedot!
I'm a little Seedot, short and stout,
Ahem. Sorry.
I Can Go Out With A Bang!
Standing together,
We watch and wait,
As the old man
Shouts and berates,
Our trainer, for being out,
With Pokémon as weak as us,
Our trainer protests,
In us, she does trust.
The old man laughs and releases,
A gigantic Arcanine,
I hop up and down and try to be chosen,
But alas, this battle is not mine.
The Arcanine falls and a Dragonite,
Then comes humbly forth,
Slays one of our ranks,
I am not chosen, of course.
The Dragonite falls, and is replaced,
With a elegant Gyrados,
Who wins against our battler,
But just on the skin of his nose.
The old man smiles,
"You're better than I thought,
But still, you only have one more-
Victory'll soon be wrought!"
My trainer does not answer back,
She's thinking, and then she does see,
The perfect solution to her problem-
Her problem? All she has left is me.
I waddle forward, and the old man,
Collapses in a fit of laughter.
"Just you wait," my trainer snarls.
"We'll see who's laughing after!"
The old man picks himself up,
But as the last move was Hyper Beam,
The Gyarados needs to rest,
And so I can steal the scene.
I simply cannot win, of course,
Despite the Gyrados' significant erosion,
But a tie, perhaps, if my trainer commands...
And then she does. "Seedot, Explosion!"
Roit. There you go then.
Seedot!
Ahem. Sorry.
I Can Go Out With A Bang!
Standing together,
We watch and wait,
As the old man
Shouts and berates,
Our trainer, for being out,
With Pokémon as weak as us,
Our trainer protests,
In us, she does trust.
The old man laughs and releases,
A gigantic Arcanine,
I hop up and down and try to be chosen,
But alas, this battle is not mine.
The Arcanine falls and a Dragonite,
Then comes humbly forth,
Slays one of our ranks,
I am not chosen, of course.
The Dragonite falls, and is replaced,
With a elegant Gyrados,
Who wins against our battler,
But just on the skin of his nose.
The old man smiles,
"You're better than I thought,
But still, you only have one more-
Victory'll soon be wrought!"
My trainer does not answer back,
She's thinking, and then she does see,
The perfect solution to her problem-
Her problem? All she has left is me.
I waddle forward, and the old man,
Collapses in a fit of laughter.
"Just you wait," my trainer snarls.
"We'll see who's laughing after!"
The old man picks himself up,
But as the last move was Hyper Beam,
The Gyarados needs to rest,
And so I can steal the scene.
I simply cannot win, of course,
Despite the Gyrados' significant erosion,
But a tie, perhaps, if my trainer commands...
And then she does. "Seedot, Explosion!"
Roit. There you go then.
