|One of my more recent drawings|
Plea to a friendIt is so hard to look at your fragile form,Plea to a friend by ~KittySib
Little more than skin and bones.
When thy carried you away,
I felt as if I might weep.
I promised to take care of your kitty.
I want you to come back.
Your kitty needs you.
I’ve never been good with death.
After all, I am invincible.
Please get better.
I have said goodbye before,
But never to something so permanent as death.
Please come home soon
Again I failSo sad inside,Again I fail by ~KittySib
I search for relief.
It all backfires.
Hello sweet blade.
It’s so soothing,
Why stop at one?
Three is the magic number today.
Now I don’t know what else to do.
One can only cut so much at a time.
At least the darkness is appeased a little.
I feels so empty inside.
Crying will only make it worse.
No need to bother anyone.
Stay hidden in my room.
Pretend I am fine.
I am fine, right?
Just a passing phase,
It won’t belong before I am strong again.
Freedom's ChainsHow come freedom comes with it’s own chains?Freedom's Chains by ~KittySib
If you wish to keep what is yours
You have to be responsible.
Succumbing to the darkness within
Is just a phantom wish.
To act as I wish would jeopardize everything.
Loneliness and solitude.
These are the chains of my freedom.
Princess Enya and MoltresTale 188: Princess Enya and Moltres (Brock)Princess Enya and Moltres by ~LightningTopaz
"They say that long ago, in the desert of Houen, travelers would often claim to see a high mountain covered with beautiful trees, and the glitter of foaming waterfalls could be seen in the sunlight." Brock begins. "In that clear, still air it was even possible to hear the song of the bird Pokemon, and smell the flowers; but though the mountain was clearly inhabited -- you could see small houses here and there -- none of the kings, princes, and adventurers who passed it on the road to what is now Fallarbor Town or Lavaridge Town ever went into its forests -- or, if they did, they never came out."
Ash swallows hard as Brock intones "In fact, so great was the terror caused by the evil reputation of the mountain that fathers on their deathbeds would tell their sons and daughters never to try to fathom its mysteries. But in spite of its infamous nature, a certain number of young men and women every year announced their intention of visiting it and