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It's been an entire year since I have registered at SerebiiForums and I would like to tell all of you how happy you have made me. Now I know I have been a pain in the backside many times in the past since I have joined, but I'm pleased to announce everybody will finally be able to post on this thread. Although this might sound like a rude invitation, most of these poems are directed towards the members on this forum striving to make my life a living hell. Somehow, I managed to make it through all of the melee and tumultuous disasters happening everyday and open this thread for everybody. Feel free to post whatever the hell you want to, as long as you don't annoy me. Actually, you don't really have to post it--I still have a lot more poetry I want to post before this thing can really kick into action. Remember that everything around me is what made me write all of this, and I thank all of you members for allowing me to release all of my anger here without getting anybody into trouble. If there are any questions about the poetry I write, feel free to ask me whenever you can, because this is the place for everybody. Yes, I remember the times when I was a n00b (and I still am), and I know how much it feels to be a teenager running through life without a signal or light to guide your random path (actually, I'm a 14 year old freshman). Remember that if you ever have the urge to ruin something, rip up the paper with poetry or rants you love to write about--Soon, it'll go away. Most of this is intentional, though. Now, after all of the crap I just told you, I can finally be happy to announce--This thread is finally open to the public! Have fun reading my crapshack, and remember nobody's here to prevent you from dying!
WARNING TO READERS
DO NOT POST IN THIS THREAD. ONLY I AM ALLOWED TO DO SO.
READ, DON'T POST. GET IT IN YOUR HEAD. THIS IS MY ZONE. MY ZONE.
OH YEAH, AND IF YOU PLAGIARIZE, YOUR BEHIND IS BUSTED.
IF YOU'RE WANT TO POST SO BADLY, THEN AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL
THE HUNDREDTH POST...
King Harley Scarow Totemo
Whereas family joins together in the light
and comical times can give whist away
You sold your soul, and it was a cost,
You know in the end you’ll pay.
Like a Cacturne’s sneakiness, you disobey life
getting away your truth and without delight.
Stalking and taunting throughout the light,
In the end you wish in a never-happened fight.
Isn’t it painful, isn’t it true?
To realize you’d set in a Banette’s blue?
To scream and to screech in all day,
and trick us with an evil Confuse Ray.
Maybe you’re doing voodoo, maybe you’re not,
but soon her freeze will soon become hot.
The dark web you’re hiding yourself in,
it will always prevent you from reaching the win.
It was a fact you want to tinge,
but a bite and a twist, you end in a sting.
A Shadow Ball’s darkness you are trapped,
or a tangled web, and got you wrapped?
How Octillery odds replenishes,
finally spurting, in never finishes?
Go away, because my heart,
is darkened more than a hindered heart.
Sorrow red, as you seek to hide,
how your waving, never by my side.
When the first Wigglytuff sings, you would win?
A bloated face, a curse in sin.
Why must you go to way too much?
To gain something small in a little such?
It's a waste of time, but I'll slap you down,
forever and ever, you'll wear a frown...
Q: Sometimes, your poems are minutes apart. There's no way anybody could write that fast--you must be plagiarizing.
A: Actually, considering the server speed of Serebii, I can probably get ten poems done in an entire day. That's why whenever Serebii's server begins to work again, I post all of them at the same time--Even at this rate, sometimes it is slow. Yeah, I don't like people assuming random things.
Q: Why don't you write something more happy for once?
A: Because I'm the stereotype of high school students--Always going through hell everyday and such. Besides, you telling me to stop writing my style is like me telling a tragic writer to begin writing cliché hero novels instead. You can't change my writing style--It's just the way I am.
Q: Your poems suck! I hate you!
A: Thanks. I hate you too.
Q: Your poems make no sense; why do you do that?
A: Mostly because I have a tendency to sneak in secret storylines inside of my poetry. The same way the ebb and the flow of an ocean goes, my poem goes with ripples and random waves. If you want something completely easy and obvious, then don't go here--There's always a hidden message.
Q: You must be plagiarizing--I saw another poem on this site with the same format as one of the posts you made.
A: Yeah, I get this a lot. Every single depressing poem I write, I post onto this thread--This includes the ones I get for school assignments. Sometimes my cute English teacher, Ms. Kreider, has us write a poem in the same format as the one we read. Yeah, maybe I should tag those poems instead.