Bulbasaur
02-12-2014, 01:59 AM
This thread contains my written compositions; poetry, short stories, etc.
Poetry
Untitled Valentine's Day Poem
Being without the sunshine of your life
Does not mean there is no hope
If you feel like you were stabbed with a knife
You just need to cope
There are countless other stars in existence
That shine just as bright
Rushing to find the perfect one does not make sense
Just wait, and you'll find the light
The Dream
I had a dream this morning
A dream that was short, but not boring
I had put buds in to my ear
That sent a dream I could hear
I had been transformed into a child
Who knew that life was mild
He had been told
That life was gold
There was nothing to fear
It was clear
As life moved forward
I heard the discord
The child was no longer young
The child had been stung
By the truth that was revealed
It was no longer concealed
It was not a walk in the park
It was scary and dark
The man, with fright
Hid from sight
He avoided the life he was to attend
Waiting for the end
When life had almost become unbearable
Along came the miracle
She was just as unprepared
His pain she shared
But with each other
They would become tougher
As the last chord began to fade
I removed the buds that had made
The sound that told me
Love is the key
Short Stories
How I Got My Bulb (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1618-The-Canalave-Library-Pok%E9mon-Folklore-Stories!&p=31715&viewfull=1#post31715)
Poetry
Untitled Valentine's Day Poem
Being without the sunshine of your life
Does not mean there is no hope
If you feel like you were stabbed with a knife
You just need to cope
There are countless other stars in existence
That shine just as bright
Rushing to find the perfect one does not make sense
Just wait, and you'll find the light
The Dream
I had a dream this morning
A dream that was short, but not boring
I had put buds in to my ear
That sent a dream I could hear
I had been transformed into a child
Who knew that life was mild
He had been told
That life was gold
There was nothing to fear
It was clear
As life moved forward
I heard the discord
The child was no longer young
The child had been stung
By the truth that was revealed
It was no longer concealed
It was not a walk in the park
It was scary and dark
The man, with fright
Hid from sight
He avoided the life he was to attend
Waiting for the end
When life had almost become unbearable
Along came the miracle
She was just as unprepared
His pain she shared
But with each other
They would become tougher
As the last chord began to fade
I removed the buds that had made
The sound that told me
Love is the key
Short Stories
How I Got My Bulb (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1618-The-Canalave-Library-Pok%E9mon-Folklore-Stories!&p=31715&viewfull=1#post31715)