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Yuki MonatoYuki Monato
It was a busy day at the hospital as a mother was giving birth, the soon to be boss of Team Rocket, Giovanni sat by his wife side. There soon came a wailing cry of a baby.
“Congratulations, it’s a girl!” the doctor said as he cut the cord. A nurse came and cleaned her up when the mother started to have breathing trouble. “Get the baby to the baby room and Mrs. Monato we need you to stand in the hall.” The doctor said quickly trying to stabilize the woman. Giovanni stood against the wall looking worried. ‘Please Geena, be ok.’ He pleaded in his mind.
~1 hour later~
The door opened to revile a tired doctor. He looked at Giovanni with sadness in his eyes.
“I’m sorry…there was nothing we could do…”He said and Giovanni cried. ‘NO! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?’ he screamed in his head. “I am sorry for your loss.
Giovanni left the hospital with a small bundle in his arms. His baby girl
Can Someone Save a Hero?Do you ever feel like your world is crumbling, but all you can do is smile?
Your there for everyone, but no ones there for you?
Can someone save a hero when she feels down?
She always save the day with her strength and seems unharmed,
But she’s breaking every minute of the day.
Too afraid to be herself,
Too afraid to speak out load,
Too afraid of being hurt.
Can someone save her?
Save a hero?
Or will she be alone and broken forever.
Halo and Friends Ch. 1Ch1 Fox Meets Wolf
In the Pillar of Autumn’s bridge a girl in light and dark blue Mark 6 Spartan suit waited for her orders. The sounds of battle can be heard out and in side the ship. Then another Spartan in green mark 5 armor came in, this was Master Chief.
“Thank you for coming and welcome back Chief.” A man in a white commander/captain suit, this was Captain Keyes.
“Thank you sir.” Chief answered as he stood next to the girl Spartan.
“Cortana did her best but we never stood a chance.” The captain said as a hologram of a woman popped up.
“A dozen superior battle ship against a single halcyon-class cruiser, with those odds I'm content with three...make that four kills. Sleep well?” Cortana said.
“No thanks to your driving, yes.” Chief answered.
“So you did miss me.” The ship shook and lights flickered on and off. The blue Spartan almost fell forward.
“Report!” the captain said.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Secrets so big that the world would be in danger.
You say I am an open book,
But you will find there is more to me.
Hidden in the shadow is my past,
And my future.
I must remain alone,
So no one gets hurt.
I cannot love,
Or have friends.
I fight for the world,
My secrets aren't to be heard.
I will fight for all,
Not for me.
This is my act.
No one can tell the real me.
It is better this way.
Even if it hurts,
It is for your safety.
I am the hidden shadow.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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