WanderingLost.I'm wandering to find the path,looking for something I cannot find--for nothing-for everything.I'm lost and I can't find,I cannot find my wayin this maze of thought,of wonder,of dreamsof delay.I'm sinking,I'm falling,I've gone too far downin the pit that leads to nowherein the abyssof smothered light.I have gone,I just can't seepast the sorrow,past the fear,in the final dying breath,the faded light,the silent song.Help meI am lostand I'll never find the light.Where've you gone?I cannot see...I'm too far away.Not close enough,not free enough,I just can't find the way,the path back to life,the drifting music's say.Where are you?Can you find me?I am lost.I am blind.I've been left behind.And who would see?Who would beconcerned for a soulsuch as me?Who would lookfor such a mindlost and tethered-tied.I can't find you anymore,I'm gone,sunken deep.I'm lostso far away,so far away...and who's to sayif I can be found?
ForgottenPearlForgottenPearlBy EmeraldRyuzakiIt was a night calm fall afternoon. I had finally saved up some money to buy a used Pokemon Pearl Version. I played through Diamond once and felt as if I should try Pearl this time. My cousin had his SoulSilver. I begged him to trade me anything strong to help me beat the game. I was feeling rather lazy and I had always hated grinding to level up. He agreed under one circumstance. He picked the Pokémon he gave me. I agreed and we set up a trade.I sent him a cruddy little Pidgey and I watched as he scanned through his team. "This one." He said, pointing to a level 70 Electabuzz. I frowned. "Electabuzz
" I sighed. I didn't really like Electabuzz or Magmar. Elekids were cute but Electabuzz. "Leave it or take it. At least he's high leveled." My cousin said crossing his arms. I huffed in irritation. "Fine
" We traded and I had to go home. The whole ride I sat looking at the yellow and black creature.A week had passed and the Electabuzz I had
The Artisan KnightHere I am, the gallant knight,trapped in a room where I cannot fight.Here I am silent and still,gazing out the windowsill.I paint the world outside my celldragons and demons fight as wellas the battles raging in my headthe harrowing feeling that I might be dead.I let my brush sweep the skies,I build a world full of whys.Dizzily, I speckle starsand give new life to planet Mars.But footsteps break me from my page,I pace inside the mental cage,my mind is melting with my brushits colours dulled, no longer lush.I hear them calling out my namebut I must paint just one more frame,dripping down across the sheet,I let the colour stain my feet.One with art and art has won,I'm done, dear god, at last I'm done.I cannot take the pain much more,the voice who screams, my mind so sore.So here I am, the gallant knight,who has long since lost his final fight.Here I am, my mind a flood,painting pretty pictures with blood.