-~*~- Disappear: Why can't I make myself go away-~*~-
'Tis a pokemon monologue ^_^. Well it's easy to guess which one. BUt still the suspense shall eat you up on the inside. MWUAHAHAHAHA
Disappear: I can't make myself go away like you
Who am I?
Well, that's a very interesting question to ask. The question that should actually come to your mind is not who I am. But, WHAT is it that I truly am?
Well, that would be good question, but please don't ask it. I'm already struggling to answer this question of yours. I know the answer to your first question, but I don't? Do you understand what I mean? No, I wouldn't expect you to. Probably wouldn't. No, not probably, you definitely wouldn't understand. See that is the true dilemma. Nobody understands. Well…someone did. Bah…Forget it. All in the past, It’s all in the past... unfortunately.
Well so what were talking about again?
Oh of course, You, yes, yes, of course! You were asking me to go back and talk about the simple facts of my life, the basic backbone you said you were going to use to introduce this story about me in the newspaper…what did you call it? Oh. Of course, how could I forget. The Cerulean times, a subsidiary of the Kyoto group. Which coincidentally. Which for your safety’s safe I’m hoping is a coincidence. As I was saying, which is run by the undefeated former viridian gym leader, Giovanni Delorenzo.
Well getting back to the matter, as to the basic details of my past. By which you mean the same old, over-used, questions most garbage-rag exclusive exposé-news type of questions. That is, the whole
“Who am I? Where am I from? How I came to be here? What is your relationship with the Pokemon leagues most influential member, …” Oh close your mouth! I’m sure you don’t want the inconvenient fly to slip in, of course it would be an improvement to your personality. Well, what’d you expect I’m not going to answer those types of questions, well not all of them anyway. Wait, I think I just made one of your, what do you call it, oh yes, Joke. Well at least I thought of one myself. Got your tongue stuck in your fly, Mister Ritchard? If I could laugh, I wouldn’t laugh, for again it would make me stoop to the level of your kind, who find humor at the expense of others, but still there was one, who made me laugh, at least smile. Oh well, that’s a different. Matter.
Before I deviate again from the main topic that you came here for, let me answer your questions, or the ones I seem to have posed for you . Your pretty incompetent aren’t you?
Well I'm still thinking of the answer to the first question. To know first of all WHO I truly am, you should know first what I am.
Oh, you say that's an easy thing to answer. . That you already know the answer to that question. Hmm.. Interesting, for once I think I’ll deem it to actually offer you a complement, Mister Ritchard, and no I shall not call you by that incessantly childish name you offered me. I will use the name that your parents gave you, as did mine, well parents would be a funny thing to call those who gave me mine. But still. As I was saying ,congratulations, your credibility as a journalist just increased in my eyes, seeing you know the most personal of details that I seem to not know about myself. MISTER RITCHARD. So come on now, and answer this question that people of such ancient integrity of your kind like Aristotle, Thoreau and well, your human, you should know others, who preach this philosophy. Oh never mind, just answer this question for me, Mister Ritchard. What am I? Privy me to that most sacred of knowledge, I implore you.
Oh just in case you didn’t understand one of those many things you humans seem to show a lot. That’s what you call sarcasm.
So don’t answer. Just keep on taking down notes on that little pad you have in your hand, away from my view. But do keep on writing with that chewed up cud of a pencil that you seem to have taken to like a cow to fodder. Of course, I’m not sure those notes will make sense to you, seeing your hand keeps on trembling uncontrollably. Oh wait, you wrote something wrong there, that wasn’t. The interviewee was irritable and unwilling to answer questions. That’s the interviewee was kind enough, in a sarcastic manner to show upon this writer’s ineptitude and correct him in certain areas.
Shocked? Oh what. Come on now, just because the writing is out of my sight, it doesn’t mean it’s out of my mind. Oh, wait, another joke. Haha. As I was saying, I am psychic you know. See, I’ll show you. See the new shape your fingers take, while I just look at you. You see, I’m not sure if you knew this, but if ones middle finger is so far elongated, that it droops down to their toes and then unwillingly is bent backwards and then forcibly inserted, into the said person’s ass. Well, I don’t think that’s normal.
Oh great, now here comes the delayed anguish-felt cry of horror and realization.
Great, you now call me a monster. Good job genius. You do realize why the call us, Pocket monsters. Because we are what you call monsters. Of course, I could say the same about you Mister Homo Sapien.
Oh come on now. I'm just playing around. I don't mean to scare you.
Oh come on now, don't be frightened. I'm just answering your question, in a slow roundabout manner. You came in here with your enterprising mind and your bold manner, thinking you could earn fame for yourself as a damn reporter if you could interview me. But, just when I give you a visual aid, you make these little puddles under your feet.
Oh great, fine go on.
No I mean. No!
No, don't leave. Come on. Don’t leave me as well.
Great. I just drove another being away from me.
That which has been said about me, is it true? Mister Ritchard, the scientists, The Oak boy, Gio, even…her. Am I really, a monster, a puppet, a disgrace.
It probably is all true.
It just makes me want to destroy all who said this about me, and everything that they hold dear. But then I would be those things.
Oh, why! Why didn’t I pay attention to the things I read in the notes of that Cinnibar observatory.
The last of its kind
Fossilized remains
Creature is at the end of it’s life-span
estimated age in human terms: ninety-eight.
this age if amazing by human standards…it’s a precedent for this species.
Why couldn’t I pay attention, to these notes, then maybe she would still be with me.
Myuu, why did you leave me? Even these tears, I cannot stop in my eyes at the moment don't tell me. These walls as silent as they be, don't tell me. You never told me, either. You never told me what I am. You never even told me that you were leaving.
Of course, I knew it somewhere in the recesses of my mind, that you were. But still.
I would have been happy knowing that you hated me. I would have accepted it. I always suspected it. But you left me, how could you? You didn't even tell me that you hated
me. YOU never told me. You didn't tell me anything. I just got up one day, and found your chirpy little voice not there anymore.
It seems, everyone hates me. Even that damned reporter. If his cool collected air and persona did not say it. His thoughts and the clinging sweat on that cheap fifty-dollar suit said it.
Giovanni, I hate you. Why couldn't you just let me not be, left me there alone uncreated.
Why couldn't you?
Everyone…Ev..
No tears..No tears..No tears. I will not cry. To cry is to admit indulgence of emotion. To show emotion is to believe in the humanity in you. To show humanity is to show weakness. I will not cry. No tears. No tears.
Ev… Ev.. No..No tears.. Everyone seems to leave me. Or at least leave me after showing me compassion, or at least showing a false act of compassion. Even that pesky boy and his rodent.
In all they just come to torment me.
Yes… They come to torment me.
Just like you did Myuu. I got up that day, and it was so quiet. You didn't approach me. You didn't send bubbles of water at me in that stupid game you called dodge-bubble.
You weren't at all even serious as you sometimes were. You just lay there. You just lay there silent. You were gone from me. You had left me. You.. had left me like everyone else.
Why?
Why? Why, Mommy? Why'd you leave me? Why?
I thought you were different. I thought you weren’t like the others.
But you were the same as everyone.
You just wanted to betray me. Oh, I can show human dignity and just say you died, but I know you were above that. You..You.. You were like a GOD to me. You could have stayed alive.
But no. You couldn’t. They come near and then run away. Why? Why ? .
They all were alike. But I saw through them alone.
But..But.. you were definitely different. At least in a small way. I couldn’t see through you.
I could make them disappear. But you, I couldn’t even touch. For too many reasons.
But only one mattered. No, it wasn’t that you were more powerful than me. I could have gotten more power. It wasn’t the fact that you were somehow related to me. I could have gotten over that. It was just that…I loved you.
They could have been made to disappear. But you. I couldn’t touch. Yet you seemed to have crept away from me on your own. You just did disappear.
---
If you hadn't left. If you hadn't disappeared I would have come closer I would have opened my heart. I could have loved you more I could have listened and heard.
If you hadn't crept away in the night If you hadn't peered through the looking glass of time. I could have come closer I could have given you all I could. I could have. I would have loved you so much more.
If you just hadn't left me so alone. I would have done whatever I could have If you just hadn't left me so alone.
It's an old one, just sort of rewritten.
Edit2: :: note to self- use proper english at least for the title --;; ::
'Tis a pokemon monologue ^_^. Well it's easy to guess which one. BUt still the suspense shall eat you up on the inside. MWUAHAHAHAHA
Disappear: I can't make myself go away like you
Who am I?
Well, that's a very interesting question to ask. The question that should actually come to your mind is not who I am. But, WHAT is it that I truly am?
Well, that would be good question, but please don't ask it. I'm already struggling to answer this question of yours. I know the answer to your first question, but I don't? Do you understand what I mean? No, I wouldn't expect you to. Probably wouldn't. No, not probably, you definitely wouldn't understand. See that is the true dilemma. Nobody understands. Well…someone did. Bah…Forget it. All in the past, It’s all in the past... unfortunately.
Well so what were talking about again?
Oh of course, You, yes, yes, of course! You were asking me to go back and talk about the simple facts of my life, the basic backbone you said you were going to use to introduce this story about me in the newspaper…what did you call it? Oh. Of course, how could I forget. The Cerulean times, a subsidiary of the Kyoto group. Which coincidentally. Which for your safety’s safe I’m hoping is a coincidence. As I was saying, which is run by the undefeated former viridian gym leader, Giovanni Delorenzo.
Well getting back to the matter, as to the basic details of my past. By which you mean the same old, over-used, questions most garbage-rag exclusive exposé-news type of questions. That is, the whole
“Who am I? Where am I from? How I came to be here? What is your relationship with the Pokemon leagues most influential member, …” Oh close your mouth! I’m sure you don’t want the inconvenient fly to slip in, of course it would be an improvement to your personality. Well, what’d you expect I’m not going to answer those types of questions, well not all of them anyway. Wait, I think I just made one of your, what do you call it, oh yes, Joke. Well at least I thought of one myself. Got your tongue stuck in your fly, Mister Ritchard? If I could laugh, I wouldn’t laugh, for again it would make me stoop to the level of your kind, who find humor at the expense of others, but still there was one, who made me laugh, at least smile. Oh well, that’s a different. Matter.
Before I deviate again from the main topic that you came here for, let me answer your questions, or the ones I seem to have posed for you . Your pretty incompetent aren’t you?
Well I'm still thinking of the answer to the first question. To know first of all WHO I truly am, you should know first what I am.
Oh, you say that's an easy thing to answer. . That you already know the answer to that question. Hmm.. Interesting, for once I think I’ll deem it to actually offer you a complement, Mister Ritchard, and no I shall not call you by that incessantly childish name you offered me. I will use the name that your parents gave you, as did mine, well parents would be a funny thing to call those who gave me mine. But still. As I was saying ,congratulations, your credibility as a journalist just increased in my eyes, seeing you know the most personal of details that I seem to not know about myself. MISTER RITCHARD. So come on now, and answer this question that people of such ancient integrity of your kind like Aristotle, Thoreau and well, your human, you should know others, who preach this philosophy. Oh never mind, just answer this question for me, Mister Ritchard. What am I? Privy me to that most sacred of knowledge, I implore you.
Oh just in case you didn’t understand one of those many things you humans seem to show a lot. That’s what you call sarcasm.
So don’t answer. Just keep on taking down notes on that little pad you have in your hand, away from my view. But do keep on writing with that chewed up cud of a pencil that you seem to have taken to like a cow to fodder. Of course, I’m not sure those notes will make sense to you, seeing your hand keeps on trembling uncontrollably. Oh wait, you wrote something wrong there, that wasn’t. The interviewee was irritable and unwilling to answer questions. That’s the interviewee was kind enough, in a sarcastic manner to show upon this writer’s ineptitude and correct him in certain areas.
Shocked? Oh what. Come on now, just because the writing is out of my sight, it doesn’t mean it’s out of my mind. Oh, wait, another joke. Haha. As I was saying, I am psychic you know. See, I’ll show you. See the new shape your fingers take, while I just look at you. You see, I’m not sure if you knew this, but if ones middle finger is so far elongated, that it droops down to their toes and then unwillingly is bent backwards and then forcibly inserted, into the said person’s ass. Well, I don’t think that’s normal.
Oh great, now here comes the delayed anguish-felt cry of horror and realization.
Great, you now call me a monster. Good job genius. You do realize why the call us, Pocket monsters. Because we are what you call monsters. Of course, I could say the same about you Mister Homo Sapien.
Oh come on now. I'm just playing around. I don't mean to scare you.
Oh come on now, don't be frightened. I'm just answering your question, in a slow roundabout manner. You came in here with your enterprising mind and your bold manner, thinking you could earn fame for yourself as a damn reporter if you could interview me. But, just when I give you a visual aid, you make these little puddles under your feet.
Oh great, fine go on.
No I mean. No!
No, don't leave. Come on. Don’t leave me as well.
Great. I just drove another being away from me.
That which has been said about me, is it true? Mister Ritchard, the scientists, The Oak boy, Gio, even…her. Am I really, a monster, a puppet, a disgrace.
It probably is all true.
It just makes me want to destroy all who said this about me, and everything that they hold dear. But then I would be those things.
Oh, why! Why didn’t I pay attention to the things I read in the notes of that Cinnibar observatory.
The last of its kind
Fossilized remains
Creature is at the end of it’s life-span
estimated age in human terms: ninety-eight.
this age if amazing by human standards…it’s a precedent for this species.
Why couldn’t I pay attention, to these notes, then maybe she would still be with me.
Myuu, why did you leave me? Even these tears, I cannot stop in my eyes at the moment don't tell me. These walls as silent as they be, don't tell me. You never told me, either. You never told me what I am. You never even told me that you were leaving.
Of course, I knew it somewhere in the recesses of my mind, that you were. But still.
I would have been happy knowing that you hated me. I would have accepted it. I always suspected it. But you left me, how could you? You didn't even tell me that you hated
me. YOU never told me. You didn't tell me anything. I just got up one day, and found your chirpy little voice not there anymore.
It seems, everyone hates me. Even that damned reporter. If his cool collected air and persona did not say it. His thoughts and the clinging sweat on that cheap fifty-dollar suit said it.
Giovanni, I hate you. Why couldn't you just let me not be, left me there alone uncreated.
Why couldn't you?
Everyone…Ev..
No tears..No tears..No tears. I will not cry. To cry is to admit indulgence of emotion. To show emotion is to believe in the humanity in you. To show humanity is to show weakness. I will not cry. No tears. No tears.
Ev… Ev.. No..No tears.. Everyone seems to leave me. Or at least leave me after showing me compassion, or at least showing a false act of compassion. Even that pesky boy and his rodent.
In all they just come to torment me.
Yes… They come to torment me.
Just like you did Myuu. I got up that day, and it was so quiet. You didn't approach me. You didn't send bubbles of water at me in that stupid game you called dodge-bubble.
You weren't at all even serious as you sometimes were. You just lay there. You just lay there silent. You were gone from me. You had left me. You.. had left me like everyone else.
Why?
Why? Why, Mommy? Why'd you leave me? Why?
I thought you were different. I thought you weren’t like the others.
But you were the same as everyone.
You just wanted to betray me. Oh, I can show human dignity and just say you died, but I know you were above that. You..You.. You were like a GOD to me. You could have stayed alive.
But no. You couldn’t. They come near and then run away. Why? Why ? .
They all were alike. But I saw through them alone.
But..But.. you were definitely different. At least in a small way. I couldn’t see through you.
I could make them disappear. But you, I couldn’t even touch. For too many reasons.
But only one mattered. No, it wasn’t that you were more powerful than me. I could have gotten more power. It wasn’t the fact that you were somehow related to me. I could have gotten over that. It was just that…I loved you.
They could have been made to disappear. But you. I couldn’t touch. Yet you seemed to have crept away from me on your own. You just did disappear.
---
If you hadn't left. If you hadn't disappeared I would have come closer I would have opened my heart. I could have loved you more I could have listened and heard.
If you hadn't crept away in the night If you hadn't peered through the looking glass of time. I could have come closer I could have given you all I could. I could have. I would have loved you so much more.
If you just hadn't left me so alone. I would have done whatever I could have If you just hadn't left me so alone.
It's an old one, just sort of rewritten.
Edit2: :: note to self- use proper english at least for the title --;; ::
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