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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.
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
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
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
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
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.
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