Th!nkPi's Poetry & Rap

[Th!nkPi]

EDIT: My OP will contain two things.

1) A link to where you can find all of my poetry archived by category. Buh-bam -> Google Drive

2) All of my Pokemon-centric poetry, as listed below. Anything not Pokemon related will have their own individual posts.

Many of these poems have images associated with them, but I am only able to attach 5 images per post so most of them have been removed.

Eeveelution Rap

Spoiler

Umbreon

Hold up, sun! Let the Umbreon in.
Imma shed some Moonlight on the power within.
Your Swords Dance game is your ultimate doom.
I play dirty my dude, 'cause when I walk in the room
I call it Foul Play. Whoops! I dented your strat.
I'm taking over my man. It's 'cause you got no tact.
As a matter of fact, I'm backing up my team.
I Wish a sweeper would try to crush my dreams!
'Cause when I Toxic, I rock this. Come touch this Special D, shit
I'm wallin' like a rock. Whattup! You keep fallin' like a top. Get up!
Protectin' all my comrades and leavin' haters so mad,
I guess my trainer's so glad that I spanked yo sweeper so bad!

Espeon

Don't messpeon with my Espeon.
'Cause my OU tricks will finish you quick.
You're chasing me and pursuing my butt
like I don't pass batons when I'm stuck in a rut.
Bitchin' 'bout switch-ins, always predictin' yet missin',
and you're still hittin' with mittens like Pokébitches in kitchens.
I keep storing. I'm whoring all of my stat boosts. In Hoenn,
I take down Swampert and Golem with all my Grass Knots, I'm soarin'
over the Scizor like "damn, my HP Fire is glam!"
Mind my calmness. I'm on this. Don't be so Psyshocked. I am
the inner core of my groupies. I hold my own and I do me
so please do you, fellow homies. Flex all your strength and come show me!

Glaceon

Let it go.
This battle was over before it began.
I hate to be so cold, but the truth must stand.
Just look. You're frozen.
How could you match up?
You're all shaking with fear, so how could you catch up?
I'm spittin' fire and ice. Call me Robert Frost.
You can't battle when you know the war is lost.
My breath is scary. Don't bother boostin' all of your stats.
It's critical you realize you can't win with that.
You'll throw rocks of stealth, but I'm not afraid of your boulders.
I'll leave your team in a Blizzard and give them all the cold shoulder.

Leafeon

Pokémon hustlin',
Pokémon tusslin',
and my Leafeon's musclin'
while your jimmies stay rustlin'.
I guess Speed doesn't matter
when I'm a hybrid attacker.
I'll take a hit or two, come back,
and watch reality shatter.
You fought. You thought you had a chance to win.
I may be Never Used but never doubt my Defense again.
I'll ring a Heal Bell and tell my team the status is lifted.
Watch out for the comeback! The battle just shifted.

Vaporeon

Let me tell you a story peons!
A roarin' Vaporeon
phazed the rebels. She shuffled.
She's not afraid of a scuffle.
You see, she rests with the best
because next turn be impressed.
Hydration cured her while Kyurem
tried hard to ensure her arrest.
Shakin' off all the enemies,
Scaldin' foes and detesting, see
she could care less for bulky types.
She just stalls with her Toxic might!
Massive health is her saving grace.
She's in OU, her rightful place.
She's a goddess. You want a taste?
Say it straight to her godly face!

Jolteon

Zipping past the opponents,
Zapping ass in the moment,
he's making paths in the zone and
he's breaking bad 'cause he owns it.
He might as well be on Speed
when he's scoutin' moves in the field.
He's sizing up all his threats
but none of his moves ever yield.
When you're thinking you got this
he switches volts on a whim.
You're sweatin' and frettin', wond'rin'
who's next after him?
With GyaraJolt he's BoltBeamin',
hot on his feet and you're steamin'.
With HP Ice he's a demon.
Farewell Garchomp! He's just teasin'.

Flareon

In Gen V they all doubted me,
yet I knew so undoubtedly
I'd come back with a vengeance.
I said I'm back and I meant it!
So take a seat and look up.
You look so scared and shook up.
But I think I know the reason, it's
my fantastic Flare Blitz! Shut up
and marvel my magic.
My sweeps are nasty and tragic.
I got Guts and I've had it!
I'm gonna blaze like an addict.
Superpower my powers
and let me Bite you, devour
your checks and counters. I'm lethal,
so screw those ungrateful people!

Sylveon

Ayooooo, 'mons! It's the ultimate entrance.
Angel from the sky, I'm a true godsend. Since
the early times, Pokémon weren't ready for this.
Dragons ruled the land, it wasn't 'til Gen 6
that I made a debut, and epic trainers like you,
yea you and all of your crew, the ones who choose to refuse
that all the Dragons are bomb, so let's show 'em a fuse.
Let's use the Fairy-types to show 'em that they're yesterday's news!
I'm talkin' Moonblast. I'm talkin' bout a Draining Kiss.
I'm talkin' 'bout the Dragon moves that always miss.
They call me Illveon, 'cause frankly all my skills are sick.
It's disgusting how busted my Fairy typing is.
Don't quit on me. I've waited an eternity.
Yeah, I know that y'all have never really heard of me.
I was biding and hiding, letting the dragons reign
so I could come out and devastate the whole metagame!

Eevee

Now that you're well informed
of all eight forms of my scorn,
fear me and all of my power!
A new era is born.
Next time you're standing before me
don't be so quick to claim victory.
Im adaptable, son.
Don't mess with EEVEE–LU–TIONS!

Aren't They All Fighting-type?

Spoiler

I could play Pokémon for days.
It was the crutch of my childhood.
I coveted the games, in ways
only a child could.

A lot of years have passed,
and now I play to compete.
While I’m still a bit of an ass,
I know how to accept defeat.

But as I age and grow smarter,
my opponents get tough.
As I rage, they get harder.
When did things get so rough?


Sometimes I fail to predict
and I use the wrong move.
I want to call them a dick...
but I have to face it when I lose.

Pokémon wasn’t always like this.
It used to be a piece of cake.
Remember feeling self-righteous?
“HAVE A TASTE OF MY EARTHQUAKE!”

And I know that way back
Eevee was Bill’s exclusive gift.
Now it’s a variable for stats!
When did things start to shift?

There’s so many new attacks
that I just can’t keep up.
Aren’t you tired of this crap?
I think enough is enough.

But Pokémon lives on.
People keep playing.
It’s still going strong.
Pokémon is staying.


And I think I’ll admit,
I look at the type chart at times.
I guess maybe I should quit?
But forgetting matchups isn’t a crime…

I don’t think it should matter
that I’m bad at these things.
Though I’ve tried hard to ladder
the pain of defeat still stings.

One thing remains on my mind.
Maybe I think it out of spite.
You could say that I whine,
and you’d probably be right.

I still play Pokémon when I’m bored
but I can’t understand the hype.
If battling is what they’re for,
aren’t they all Fighting-type?

Blaze

Spoiler

If Pokemon could do drugs
I wonder if it'd be okay
to assume any Pokemon with Blaze
would smoke weed. Everyday.

Greninja's Grudge

Note: This was written for a contest in light of the metagame on Pokémon Showdown! known as "Ability Shift" where every Pokémon's abilities shifted to the next one alphabetically. Greninja had access to Pure Power as a result.

Spoiler

He's a fxxking ninja frog.
How is he not perfect?
He's in the new Smash Bros.
because he deserves it.

Protean lets him change
whenever he attacks.
One second he's blue
and another second he's black!

(Before you get butthurt,
let me just say this:
I grew up with black Pokémon.
No, I'm not racist!)

Insecurities aside,
it's scary, doncha think?
Greninja is so fast
you couldn't catch him if you blinked!

But then Pokémon Showdown
decided to introduce
a metagame so broken
that all hell broke loose.

As he crawls out of the shadows
with a crazy look in his eyes,
he seeks only one thing:
your utter demise.

He walks over to you.
You crap your pants out of fear.
He begins to form shurikens
made out of your tears.

You beg him to walk away
but his intentions are pure.
He's going to kill you where you stand.
Of that, you can be sure.

His power is overwhelming.
Your body goes into shock.
Your expression screams pain
but you're unable to talk.

You begin to cry for help
but Greninja doesn't budge.
It's impossible to escape
from a Greninja with a grudge.

As you accept your fate
you wonder, "who's to blame?"
Blame Pokémon Showdown
and their epic metagames.

My Furret Has Tourette's

Note: This was written for a contest in light of the metagame on Pokémon Showdown! known as "Ability Shift" where every Pokémon's abilities shifted to the next one alphabetically. Furret had access to Klutz as a result.

Spoiler

I love my Furret,
but his life really sucks.
Because he has Tourette's
he's a bit a of a Klutz.

Because he has Tourette's
I can't take him outside.
It makes him really sad
and it kills me inside.

Every now and then
he has this weird tic.
This is serious, folks,
so don't make fun of it.

He jerks his neck upward
and he closes his eyes shut.
He hops a bit backwards
and he screams out "FUCK!"

This is serious, guys,
so don't start laughing.
You don't know how he feels
when people start harassing.

He also has this tic
where he drags his butt
on the floor for three seconds
and he screams out "FUCK!"

I'm not kidding, okay?
None of this is a joke.
Did you know when he jerks his neck
it causes him to choke?

Speaking of which,
he has this one tic when he eats.
This tic is exactly why
I don't want him on the streets.


He chews his food loudly
and he makes these weird grunts.
It almost sounds like an orgasm,
if I had to be blunt.

He swallows and licks his lips.
I think my Furret might be a slut.
He smiles for a moment, looks at me,
and then he screams out "FUCK!"

In The Morning Sun

Spoiler

“Espeon, I’m hungry.”
Eevee poked her in her sleep.
“Did you really have to wake me?
You don’t have to be such a creep.”

Espeon looked off into the distance
and saw the sun in its rise.
Espeon shrugged off her grouchiness,
and for once felt wise.

“Everything the light touches is ours.”
Espeon stared with monotone.
“You stole that from The Lion King.”
“Shut up, Eevee. It’s not like you would’ve known.”

Espeon regretted sharing her Disney collection with Eevee.

“Anyway, I do want you to appreciate
how the sun sheds light on the land.
It truly is ours to roam.
From the mountains down to the sand.”

Eevee smiled widely,
soaking in its rays.
“Espeon, I have a feeling
today will be a good day.”

“I think so too Eevee.
But one thing still bugs me.
Who the fuck is that behind us
and why are they so ugly?”

It's Just Who I Am (Hitmonchan Rap)

Spoiler

Ayo! It's Hitmonchan and it's time I go ham.
I’m itchin’ to throw down. It’s just who I am.
I’m a gentleman. I like to keep my eyes on the prize.
Choose my method I use to bring about your demise.

The thunder. The ice. The fire is nice.
Or you can get all three and I’ll punch you thrice.
Try to run away and I’m in full Pursuit.
My dark side tends to show if you run from the truth.

‘Cause the truth is, I’m ruthless.
Let’s do this and leave bruises.
Don’t back down. Just Smack Down.
Come fight me! Don’t Spite me.

I’ve been training,
I’ll come at you like a train and attack.
I’ll Bullet Punch you and slaughter you
in the midst of your tracks.

Revenge is a mother Sucker Punch in the back
but I’m a gentleman, I think those sucker games are all whack.
I’ll fight you no-holds-barred, so come take me on!
Suck it up like Vacuum Wave and fight like true Pokémon.

Skill Link

Spoiler

If Pokémon could smoke weed,
it kinda makes me think:
would they hit the blunt five times
if they all had Skill Link?

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The following are a part of my PokéJournal Poems series, in my attempt to give more depth to individual Pokémon's feelings and paint their emotions in a new light. The Surskit poem earlier is also part of this series.

A Smile on Sunkern

Spoiler

I’m not a noisy Pokemon
nor am I all too strong
but it’s my favorite time of year!
I’ve waited all year long.

So please excuse me
and my frail voice of reason.
I’d like to share my love of Spring.
It’s simply the best season!

The snow melts without haste
disappearing into the marsh.
The wind caresses my leaf.
The weather isn’t so harsh.

The sun extends its rays,
bringing warmth to my stem.
I open my eyes and exclaim
“Yay, it’s Spring again!”

I hop around and say hello
to all of my Grass-type buds.
I’m so excited that I trip
and fall into a pile of mud.

Then Sunflora helps me up
and I smile in her embrace.
The sun shines on her eyes
as it lights up her face.

I like to visit the Bellossom
and join them while they dance.
We wiggle to the music
while the Kricketune chants.

He fiddles his arms
as we rock to and fro.
The Bulbasaur stop by
and enjoy the free show.


I make my last stop
by the cave behind the falls.
At first glance it’s empty,
home to nothing at all.

Just a few moments later
Luxray comes out of the shade.
Most Pokemon would run
but I’m not all that afraid.

“Spring is here, Luxray!
This year you have to smile.
I know you’re very lonely
but I miss you! It’s been awhile.”

Luxray stands quietly,
unable to move.
I start to dance near him
and show off my new groove.

He looks at me with hesitation
and his lips curve slightly.
I look right back at him
and smile ever so brightly.


Night had fallen upon us
so I had to bid him goodbye.
“I want to be happy again, Sunkern.
It’s thanks to you I’ll start to try.”

So he walked me to the field
as I jumped with glee.
Never did I think
Luxray would walk with me!


As he made his way back home
I found my own in the ground.
“Today was so amazing!
I wish it was Spring all year round.”

Anguish and Aura (Lucario)

Spoiler

I open my hand
and I look at my palm.
Energy flows,
my spirit is calm.

I think about those
who suffer in pain.
My energy grows,
my energy wanes.

I cannot help my friends.
They choose their own path.
Their destiny is theirs,
they will fall at its wrath.

They fight in anger.
Their fists are misguided.
The aura is dark,
the evil is ignited.

I only see myself,
so I open my palm.
I found my inner peace.
My spirit is calm.

Chansey’s Comfort

Spoiler

Hush, hush.
I’ll help you feel well.
I’ll fix you right up!
You’ll feel alive and swell.

Healing is my specialty.
I’ll knock out the germs!
My Lucky Punch will surely
make your viruses squirm.

I know you’re in pain
but the hard part has ended.
Make sure you get some rest!
It’s highly recommended.

Don’t forget to eat your food
or you won’t have energy.
It’s said my eggs are tasty…
but they damn well better be! ><

Whatever the cost,
I’ll make sure Pokémon smile.
When life brings them down,
helping them up is my style.

Now you’re feeling chipper.
So long, my dear friend!
Safe ventures. Take care!
Until the day we meet again~

Dignity of a Dunsparce

Spoiler

They call me a dunce,
They call me a farce,
'tis the life
of ol' Dunsparce.

I have a cool piece
hanging off my tail.
But in a battle
I often fail.

I'm picked last by trainers,
they say I have no potential.
I have no evolutions
and intolerable credentials.

They say I'm ugly.
The Caterpie shudder me.
They label me a loser because
I'll never be Butterfree.

At the end of the day
I don't really care.
I enjoy my life
free of battles and despair.

They may call me a dunce,
they may call me a farce,
but I live my own life.
Happy ol' Dunsparce.

Do the Ludicolo

Spoiler

No party is complete
when you don't dance to the beat.
So do the Ludicolo,
let's all wiggle our feet!

Take a break from the battles!
Take your time and relax.
Take a moment to breathe.
Aren't you tired of attacks?

Just look at Ludicolo,
set and ready to rock.
Got a sombrero on deck
and a poncho on lock.

Muscles are pumpin'
and the rhythm is amped.
The music is bumpin'
as they throw up their hands.

Ludicolo lives it up!
Everyday is a chance.
Rainy days are the same.
Just do the Rain Dance!

Pokémon keep on rockin'
and everyday is a blast.
Seize the day and keep on.
It's time to party at last!

Fruits of My Labor (Tropius)

Spoiler

With leaves abroad
I take to the sky.
The fruits of my labor
drive me to fly.

The children all love
the fruits I bare.
They smile and grin
as I fly through the air.

They visit me often
on long summer days.
They slide off my back
as they frolic and play.

As the day winds down
and the sun says goodbye
I hear the bellies grumble
and the children all sigh.

I lower my neck
and their faces turn bright.
They pick out some fruits
and they all take a bite.

I cherish these days
and the children I meet.
"Sweet dreams Tropius,
tomorrow's my treat!"

Metapod's Meditation

Spoiler

I watch the world change
from my own two eyes.
Time moves swiftly
but I am paralyzed.

Battles are had.
Companions are found.
I look from a distance
and don't make a sound.

I've had time to think
and I've had time to reflect
but when I ponder the future
I don't know what to expect.

Long ago I decided
to climb up this tree.
I evolved into the creature
that trainers now see.

A trainer walks by
but I don't wish to flee.
It's time I spread my wings.
It's time I'm set free.

Nocturnal Naivety (Oddish)

Spoiler

Out in the countryside
lies a neat and cozy cottage.
Out in the fields nearby
lives a sweet and rosy Oddish.

By day the land is pure and still.
The cottage is clean and spotless.
By night the cottage is often filled
with silence and a sense of solace.

Oddish wakes up as the sun goes down,
walking on its little two feet.
It ventures the cottage and the fields around
never making a sound, never making a peep.

It enters the cottage, discreet and unseen,
and begins to clean all of the rooms.
It leaves everything intact, complete and pristine,
dusting with its leaves like feathery plumes.

An old man in black was in the midst.
He prayed by the cottage modestly.
The lady who once lived no longer exists,
but that's not what the Oddish sees.

Red In The Face, Blue In The Heart (Plusle)

Spoiler

Hi! I'm Plusle.
I love to have a good time!
My buddy is Minun,
my partner in crime.

We're full of excitement
and we love to share.
When I get ready for action
Minun is always there.

Whenever there's a need
for a duo of heart
our teamwork and skills
are sure to set us apart!

My motivation is charged
by Minun's happy laugh.
Minun loves to work hard
to save the world on my behalf.

I love Minun with a passion
but I've never felt brave...
Sometimes I wish that I
was the one Minun saves!

Secret Life of a Sudowoodo

Spoiler

You think I like the way I look?
You think I want to be a tree?
It’s a not a choice that I can make.
It’s who I am. It’s who I’ll be.

I do think one might observe
it’s both a gift and frightful curse
to be able to disappear.
Then again, it could be worse.

Pokémon are most unique
when it seems no one’s around.
I’ve watched an Abra go to sleep.
I’ve seen a Diglett above ground.

I met the Pichu from the woods.
They like to sing and love to dance.
I’ve tricked a Ditto! It’s so much fun.
They always think I’m just a plant.

The Slakoth tend to climb on my arm.
I try my hardest not to wiggle.
They put their face right up to mine
and I always laugh. I have to giggle!

You probably think it’s somewhat sad
I’m stuck and forced to look like this.
If only you knew the days I’ve had!
If only you’d see the things you miss.

Turning Over a New Leaf (Leafeon)

Spoiler

Evolution for most Pokémon
is relatively easy,
but that's not the case
when you're a full-fledged Eevee.

They tell me when in doubt
to just follow your heart.
I have eight different choices,
where the heck do I start?

Espeon and Umbreon
speak to my dark side,
but do I have the courage
to face my fears and not hide?

Flareon and Jolteon
represent my strong drive,
but am I readily prepared
to keep the energy alive?

Vaporean and Glaceon
do well to calm my soul,
but will I stand for justice
or grow up to be cold?

Sylveon is charming and
the most dazzling of them all,
but is beauty that important
or am I blindly enthralled?

It was then I remembered
a day from my past.
I was rolling in the field
and playing in the grass.

I finally made a choice
and my friends cheered me on.
I no longer go by Eevee.
Just call me Leafeon!

Vision and Vice (Luxray)

Spoiler

Look into my eyes,
vicious and vacant.
Thundering inside,
my anger is flagrant.

I stay in the dark
because the world is ugly.
I live in a cave
so the Wurmple don't bug me.

I am inflicted with sight.
I see the colors of sin.
You see kindness on the surface
but I see evil within.

My eyes do not deceive me
but how I wish they would!
Don't ask me what I see.
I remain misunderstood.

Open your eyes
and you'll be set free
in a world of greed
and pure vanity.

I had a trainer once.
She didn't treat me well.
I glared into her eyes.
I showed her true hell.

Woes of a Wooper

Spoiler

When I swim in a race
I always lose.
I am a weakling
no trainer would choose.

I look at the sky
and I wonder a lot.
Will I ever swim better?
Probably not...

Then I see a shadow.
Someone I admire.
I get a big hug
from my friend Quagsire.

I am different than others.
A weird shade of pink.
Quagsire tells me
"It's not so bad I think.

You are weak yes,
but you have a bright glow.
And no matter what
you are always my bro."

Author's note: it's a shiny Wooper!

Surskit Swag

Spoiler

I’m Surskit. I work it.
I turn around and I twerk it
then I spin right back and jerk it.
I get on the mic and I murk it!

So let’s jump. Let’s slide.
Let’s dance it out. Electrified!
Let’s jump. Let’s slide.
Let’s dance it out. Electrified!

Tom Swifty swag, personified,
keep Shiftry lagged and petrified.
Said Lombre once, explosively,
“True fact: Surskit is the bomb to me!”

Come on with me! It’s camaraderie.
‘Cause we’re losing our minds like lobotomy.
But I’m loving my life. I’m proud to be
a bad ass bubble-blowing bae and I’m proud of me.

So let’s jump. Let’s slide.
Let’s dance it out. Electrified!
Let’s jump. Let’s slide.
Let’s dance it out. Electrified!

And with my friends, all by my side,
we’ll travel the land, searching far and wide.
I’ll rise from the ash, catch ‘em by surprise.
I know the future’s vague but I’ll improvise.

Tauros Tactics

Spoiler

I’m a bull, kid. I don’t bullshit.
I’ll Slam you on your ass!
Better cool it.

Sawsbuck, you see,
they don’t fuck with me.
I’m a Gen 1 legend—I’m OG.

Since we only went raw,
it was down to speed
and it was up to me
to go and sweep the team.

My foes were shaking,
quaking like I was a Haunter.
I was scaring them off.
Shit, I was a monster
and the best part is that
I STILL AM!
And I STILL go ham.
Like a Hitmonchan,

I’m legit. Firsthand,
people know this truth. Ruthless,
the truth is that I’m over you
just like a Rock Climb.
Don’t be confused if you lose
because I rushed in,
bruisin’ like I blew a fuse.

It was over, before you even made a move.

 

[Th!nkPi]

Re: Pokémon Poetry/Rap

Bulbagarden Banter

A Metapod with Harden may not be as unpredictable
as my posts on Bulbagarden, but that's kinda it...
—I'm full of worries, but I'll take a String Shot at it
and try to Tackle my queries with forward confidence.

Why is life's poem stoic? I'm happy and I know it
But I want to shake hands with the mastermind who wrote it.
All these poets disappear like there was something to fear.
Apocalyptic absurdity—the end is near!

And all these qualms in my palms, I clutch reality with vigor.
I know you think it's scary but reality is bigger.
Scrub the signs of hesitation and heed my rappin' presentation.
I shall visit these threads and show them gratification.

For any forum housing writers is a form of pure elation.

 

[Th!nkPi]

Decided to edit my thread and include all poetry. It would be obnoxious to start another thread for non-Pokemon poetry, right? I don't know honestly (6_6)

Here's a poem I wrote when I got my heart broken after being baited by someone who always had the chance to reject me with maturity.

Open Heart Perjury

You were angry and filled with hatred,
in the cozy comfort of painful dread;
in the colossal castle that you had created;
in the demented darkness of your stead.

I picked you up with the utmost care.
Fragile and afraid as you once were,
a timid smile lit up your face
—now your recovery is just a blur.

We started out slow, at our own pace.
All the silly keys and all the silly words.
It seemed silly me was into silly her
and all the silly shit that silliness spurred.

The willingness to persevere...
Will he miss her? So endeared
and so in love with her finesse
that he worked hard and tried his best

and he was screwed. It’s carpentry.
She nailed him like a Jesus piece
and all he asked for, honestly,
was honesty, and trust and peace

but must he suffer to be at ease?
She disappeared without a trace.
And all the while he waited, too.
She mocked his patience and fell from grace.

She clawed his face and watched him bleed.
“I’m flawed, okay?” He watched her plead.
He used to read. And now he writes.
Fear towering, he had to fight.

He hacked his chest. She rived his heart.
Evil expressed and torn apart,
he patched the rest. Just in case.
A livid smile darkened his face.

 

[Flaze]

Well you certainly have variety oentris here, they're really interesting to be honest. The last one is kind of sad to :c

 

[Th!nkPi]

Thanks Flaze. And, well, I've tried to use poetry to capture a spectrum of emotions from myself. I've always disliked the thought of only writing poetry when I'm sad, like an angsty teen who never learned to write out of joy. At the same time, I realize that some of my darkest poems are the most powerful. There are things about myself I can't figure out until I push my pen to paper and let my emotions scrawl themselves.

I used to be a part of an active forum community that was like a family, and would welcome new members with open arms. We were weird, we were over the top, but we were happy and never judged each other.

And then the owner committed suicide.

+Post New Thread

I clicked the subforum and patiently waited.
My page became frozen. Fedora delayed it.
And then it had loaded! I finally made it.
I looked at the icon but my mind became vacant.

I came to this forum to write away worries.
Collecting dark thoughts, I needed to hurry.
Ominous promise. My pride becomes dirtied.
Throbbing and sobbing my heart is now hurting.

I post a new thread but the contents are aging.
I look at the past and my mind begins raging.
I look at the ceiling. My friend's face is fading.
I beg him, please stay! I beg him, keep waiting...

I'll save you again. It's all I ever wanted.
Your death is unreal. My memories are haunted.
Alex, what happened? You were doing so well.
I know life can be tough, but suicide is hell.

I post a new thread but it'll soon be old,
lost in the archives of stories untold.
Pieces of my life, they lie on these servers.
Words once spoken become words once murmured.
Words once murmured become words unspoken.
Pieces of my life, shattered and broken.

RIP Alex Kim 2012

 

[AceTrainer14]

Awards review!

You definitely earned your prize in this category. The range of topics covered, from the humourous to the more emotional, was the broadest range of any poet in this competition, and you handled every genre and style wonderfully. You are clearly very creative, and that really showed in your work, making every poem a pleasure to read.

There were only a few small niggles. As with the other poets, a few times the sentence structure and rhyming couplets didn't quite work, but it was not as prevalent here as it was in other works - just keep an eye out for that. I didn't spot any grammatical errors though, so good work there.

Ultimately, you really stood out this round of awards, and your work was amazing to read. There are things you can work on, but they are only small when compared to your overall talent and imagination. Keep up the good work!

 

[LightningTopaz]

My awards feedback:

Style: 10/10 Th!nkPi goes all across the board here, from musing on Pokemon itself, to darker and more poignant themes. I especially liked the Eeveelutions--each of their personalities is perfectly captured in their poem--plus Glaceon's "Frozen" references made me grin a bit.

Structure: 8/10 While some of the raps look okay on paper (if you will), they end up sounding awkward when read.

Spelling and Grammar: 10/10 No noticeable spelling or grammar errors I could see

Flow: 8/10 Some of the awkward phrasing where a bit jarring, but a little tightening up should fix the problem. Despite this, they were all a joy to read.

Originality: 9/10 Who knew you could get so many musings out of Pokemon? Th!nkPi is unapologetic and at times irreverent, but among all the humor, there are some serious moments too

Overall: 95/100 These were a blast to read, and I look foward to many more in the future.

 

[Th!nkPi]

Hey guys! I'd like to say a few words...

Firstly, you guys are ridiculously amazing. Really, soak it in like a sea sponge, because I never expected to get such a critical look at my work from experienced writers such as yourselves. I'm as grateful as a Spoink with a pacemaker. I hadn't known about the summer awards and I had no idea I was up for any time of acknowledgement, but to be given such feedback made my day and has helped me recuperate from what has been a scary summer thus far.

Second, I'd like to let people know that I was facing a scary reality. Complication in life led to a moment where I had to leave my household and wasn't even sure of where to go. Within the last week before my scheduled leave I bought a bus ticket to travel states and I was lucky to find a place to crash for the moment being. In short, real life circumstances became my priority and I wasn't able to spend as much time as I'd like on forums and keeping up with the many writers I've met.

I apologize for not being able to vote, because I would have definitely voted one of the handful of poets I've had the honor to meet. I hope to resume my activity and work on the feedback given to me. However! Many of my raps are harder to read on paper in the rhythm intended, so I would be more than happy to record any of the ones that people might feel are awkwardly read. In most cases, once I've shown them a recording (I use Vocaroo.com) they understand the intended rhythm. I don't notate the rhythm of my writing, so I can simply leave a recording on request. Thanks again for all your consideration <3

It's never wrong to write,

Th!nkPi

P.S. Here's a new poem:

Cave of Displeasure

Lacking in presence and brimming with taste,
gathered in murders like crows in the shade,
innocent victims of crunchy crusades
travel in silence to caverns with haste.

Dripping with danger, they’re nested in flocks,
digging with damage as I start to talk.
Waiting with patience and damned with disdain,
they poke out from darkness. Damn all this pain!

It's about when you get chips stuck in your teeth. I can't stand the discomfort X_X

 

[Th!nkPi]

Heyo! Wrote two more poems with very different rhythms. One is complex and inconsistent while the other is very strict and fixed with iambic pentameter + AAAA rhyme scheme. I hope you like them!

Want a Swanna? Fight Carvanha!

Spoiler

I’m sweating this jungle.
It's feeling like a sauna.
We're running for our lives
as we get chased by Carvanha!
Sailing on makeshift,
lake drifting raft,
taking us to our deaths,
for the sake of God's wrath
let us survive like Servine
and make a clean getaway.
I don't want to die,
I just want to see another day!

Hey—it’s a life of peril.
Pleasure of the treasure,
we then roll out like Marill.
We hunt down these rarities.
‘Til sun down, we’re scared to be
caught run down, but livin’.
We don’t give in; we have verities.
Our backs to the wall,
waterfall creeping on us,
clutching our Swanna,
facing death upon us,

we jump to our doom.
The raft follows soon.
We grab the branches.
Hangin’ by a thread, what to do?
There are rocks down below
and the pressurized flow
give us no time. Should we climb
or should we let go?

Then an echo sounded
and we were dumbfounded.
A flock of Archeops flew by
and we were surrounded!
Our lives on the line,
we had nowhere to run.
Swift demise, we were done.
Then we looked up at the sun
and threw a Poké Ball!
Eyes bawled,
we had no choice but to rise,
so we stalled, and the guys
weren’t scared at all.
We then fought, wrought
with the thoughts of failure.
We had caught our savior.
What we sought had
made us that much braver!

We fell and could tell
we would all be okay.
On top of Archeops,
we hung tight to fight
another day.
And we flew away.
Eyes on the sunrise,
pride on the big prize,
chuckling and chalking up
and cherishing the good times.

Pedantic Iambic

Spoiler

This is a poem made of iambs and fluff.
This is for when you think rhythm’s enough.
Iambs of triumph will show you it’s tough!
Writing with rhythm so perfect is rough…

Then I insisted on AAAA.
Yes I just said that all four times, okay?
These are my iambs. Despite what they say,
this is, quite technically, perfect. Hooray!

Writing like this is like haiku on crack,
counting the syllables, reading them back.
If you know rhythm is something you lack,
practice and maybe I won’t give you flak!