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Sakato's Mission: Quiet WavesSakato's Mission: Quiet Waves.
" Colton, I know its dangerous, but please here me out. the base has been infiltrated. Don't you dare hide in your room, its not safe! Remember my secret area? where we made the quick claw?" I asked, paw on the buizel's shoulder.
"Of course! " he nods, a determined look on his face.
"good, take Connor and Alisa, go get Austin, and hide there. But not until I leave kay? Until you here the portal close, I need to ask you to protect this door. Got it. "
"But Asula said-" he started.
"I don't care what she said. I know its dangerous, but it has to be done. But listen, don't risk your life, you hear me? Things turn ugly, I want you to go." I said firmly, making sure he understood.
"A-alright! I'll do my best. good luck master! You can do it!" he waved to me, as I walked through the door into the room where Brandon and the others were meeting for the crystal door.
UC: Confusion only twenty words!Confusing poems cunfudle and deteriorate
confused minds suspectable to confusing
tactics of a pokeuman whom writes with confusing poetic skills
UC Entry: Tale of the Self Proclaimed...Tales of the Self Proclaimed, Devilishly Handsome, Informant of Long Island Base
Connor: " Sakato! I'm not self proclaimed!!!!"
Sakato: " Umm yes. you kinda are. I don't see anyone else calling you 'Devilishly Handsome'"
Connor: " Alisa does!!! She thinks I'm hot!"
Sakato: " Yeah, yeah! and I think you're desperate. Anyways, do you want to tell the readers what you are doing while I'm gone 'Saving the World' Cause I'm awesomer than you?"
Connor: " Awesomer isn't a word so you can't use it!!!!"
Sakato: " Awesomer! Awesomer! I am awesomer!!!"
Connor: " No you're not! Its not a word!!!!"
Sakato: " It is if I say it is! Cause I'm awesomer!!!"
Connor: " Whatever!! Just shut it! Anyways, while Sakato is off playing hooky, I'm here at the base, hiding in his 'Secret' computer room hidden in the pool area, Messing around with stuff!"
Sakato: " If I come back and ANYTHING is broken, I'll murder you myself!"
Connor: " Yeah, Yeah. Anyways, while searching for games on Sakato's massive yet highly
New beginingsFrom light to dark, then back to light;
from here to gone, only to reappear;
from good to bad, can only get better;
and from near to far, and back to near.
From end to end, a full circle round;
from edge to edge, no gap in the middle;
from point to point, touching on one plane;
from life to life, connecting to one another.
From yang to ying, both in equality;
from hell to heaven, both the finality;
from core to star, both unreachable;
and from here to home, back where I belong;
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Fragile Dreams (Love)Sweet dreams,
Of diamond gleams,
Hearts made pure,
Comes from above,
A white dove.
To set you free,
I must be,
The one you love,
But it is he.
You are mine,
You know your line,
But it's a dream,
A fragile line.
You see me here,
With nothing to fear,
For it's a dream,
I shed my tear.
You stand on knee,
Say 'marry me',
It's not a dream,
Oh, could it be?
Did you love me,
I didn't see,
All this time,
I dare not flee.
I say yes,
And smile my best,
My love is true,
It's not a jest.
Your love I take,
Safe for my sake,
I love you,
But I awake........
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