Vegeta: Knuckles is red. Sonic is blue. Kakarot sucks and his children do to.

Zero: X the wonder. The wannabe hunter. Making me die, cause he sucks no wonder. Taking my saber, and pawning it later. You blue little dweeb, I'll get you sooner or later.

Edited by DreamSword on June 19, 2007 at 22:07:03.

fixed

Edited by Zera on July 20, 2006 at 8:47:10.

Fallen Cradle



Sacrifice the only thing that could ever tell how much she cares

Bring the world to an end as long as she’s in his arms

Free the tourniquet from his lifeless bounds holding him from her

She reopens her wounds to show him her past

A sense of security is let down as the cradle falls

He protects her from the oncoming pain

As the wall finally breaks they are taken from this world together

Keep your eyes closed this will only hurt a moment

Light

Light is a guide to follow
Without light we would be hollow
Light fills us inside
It is a friend who stands beside
If the dark does try to guide,
Step aside and abide
For that friend will return
And together you shall burn
That darkness away with the light
And together you will fight
For what you know is right

Er... I came out with this kinda randomly... like, I rolled it around in my head a long time, then finally filled in the rest. I don't really write poetry in my spare time that often.

Anyway, it's basically a poem that's a kind of tribute to the Rockman series. It should cover the series Classic, X, Zero, Legends, and BN. I think the rhyme pattern works and the meter should be correct enough.

Let’s Go RockMan!

When evil shows its wicked face
And clouds the clear blue sky,
When a madman’s ambition brings
Humanity’s end nigh,

A hero shall rise up and fight
The danger looming near.
Give a cheer and sound the call
Because RockMan is here!

Let’s go RockMan!
The world can rest at ease
Knowing that our hero fights
For everlasting peace!

Let’s go RockMan,
Raise up your Buster Gun!
Keep your enemy in sight
Until the war is won!

When future battles come upon
Our young hero again,
And he may then be forced to raise
His weapon to a friend,

We shall trust in his own vision
To guide him in his way,
And hope that we can trust RockMan
To bravely save the day!

Let’s go RockMan!
You can’t give up the fight!
The foe you face will taunt you
Into the restless night.

Let’s go RockMan,
Raise up your Buster Gun!
For our own hero in blue,
The fight has just begun.

Though at this point we cannot know
What trials he shall face,
And justice may in heart give way
And folly take its place,

We place our lives in RockMan’s hands
And his brave friends’ as well,
And hope our gravest enemies
The Blue Bomber can fell.

Let’s go RockMan!
Will you desert us now?
Does your weary dream now feel
Too heavy on your brow?

Let’s go RockMan,
Raise up your Buster Gun!
Even if you fall at steel,
Your legacy lives on!

And in the future I believe
Our hero shall be there,
And gaze upon a peaceful world,
While shielding the sun’s glare.

And when the battle takes to space
Among the distant stars,
RockMan will fight for all our sakes
And fight the threat afar.

Let’s go RockMan!
You live to fight again!
Your choice now shall determine
If humankind can win.

Let’s go RockMan,
Raise up your Buster Gun!
Soon you’ll see your friends again
Under that shining sun.

And I believe that every world
Has heroes like RockMan.
Fighting against evil that strikes
On each front that it can.

Somewhere RockMan’s a friend to them
They’ll carry on their lives.
With RockMan in the universe
Civilization thrives!

Let’s go RockMan!
You’re fighting for us all!
Together we’re invincible
And we shall never fall.

Let’s go RockMan,
Raise up your Buster Gun!
United we face the evil
And we will never run.

Let’s fight, RockMan,
Though evil shall not cease.
We fight its forces with the goal
Of Everlasting Peace!

The Boy (on the fly, so meh)

I am a boy
No more no less
The boy in black
I am always lone
Though do not stress
I rather like it

I have no friends
I hate my family
Though I am as loved as god himself
Why I ask
I swear
I cheat
I steal

Yet the more I do wrong
The more you think right
The more I do ill
The stronger your will

I am the boy
The boy in black
Though now covered in blood
With a gash on my neck
There you kiss
As I pass

You morn
As I laugh
The world lightens
As your soul darkens
I burn in relief
As you drown in sadness

Good bye to you
I hope to never see you
As I am one of wrong
You are one of good
Into the light you go
As darkness takes my woa

I bask in the darkness
As you regret the light
Why?
Why?

I was the boy in black
I'd never turn back
Though you may be of light
You'd rather be with me
Right?

You were the girl in light
Yet you think I was right
I lied
I cheated
I stole
Yet you felt more and more right.
. . .Why?

Crappy I know, but as I said on the fly. I'll fix it as the weeks pass.

Edited by Blazen on September 25, 2006 at 20:26:22.

Sorry for a double post. But I really like this one.

Heroes

Explosions here and there
Not that they care
No not them
But two do
They come as they always do
Together as a team
One old the other young
One strong the other weak
They stand back to back
As their foes
Both strong
Both young
Just turn their heads
And begins the shower of red
A punch here
A kick here
The foes strong
The Heroes weakened
They retreat
Now that the innocent have left
And hide away for none to see
A foe comes
They raise their hand
A flash of brilliant light covers the land
One hero awakens from the light
The old sees the young
The old hurt
His arm gone
Struggles to the young
Is he dead?
No
The old gives him a hope
A seed of life
The old and strong passes
To save the weak and young
The young wakens
He looks in fear at the old
He takes the old away
The old recovers
A new sun rises
A new day begins
A new city destroyed
The foes go to work again
The old and young look in anger
Though the old prevents the young to come
Alone the old fights the two foes
A long and brilliant battle
A building gone here
A road torn there
Rain falls, pure water
The old looks at the foes
They come at him
His arm gone he fights back
Valiantly he fights
Though he is overpowered
He runs
Though the two follow
He doesn’t look back
The two make a building fall
The old rushes through it
His eyes closed his body tucked
The two ram him into a wall
They go high above
The old down below
They aim their hands to him
He looks up his body open
Several flashes of light
Come from the hands of the foes
The old screams in pain
The night grows quiet
The rain pours harder
The young and weak comes from the shadows
Tears rain from his face
He hugs the old, crying
He screams in anger
Blood dripping from his tight hands
He becomes a strong and young
The loss of the old
Has powered the young
May the young defeat the ones
Who took the old away
Who took his friend away
Who took a hero away



Edited by Blazen on October 12, 2006 at 21:35:33.

Days end


Days end dawns dead
From tortured souls

End now bring death
Your weakness tolls

Fight on through red
It'll be so quick

Blood falls last breath
Now your coffin fits

My poetry is, for lack of a better description, not so good. It it lacking to the extent of being somewhat bland and repetitive.

So weary of a moment,it was occuring long ago...
That fateful day,
brought together by the forming of a liberation,
expression through detachment...

A craft and elegie,
Lyrics convey a battle--
moreso a dance portrayed in her
eyes...

July's sparks rain down,
rejoicing in her final number...

She took his hand,
and walked away....
(..."Shame",relents his choir)
The casting of their play,
his heart,she had neglected.
(A lifetime he had wasted...)

"...the theater lights,appear before me,
they were once so evocative...
but now,they grow dim..."

"Lutes pluck my final sentiments,
narrating their derisions from beneath
the cries of Jericho."

She grasped his hand...
...and looked away.
("Shame",evokes the scenery)
Final moments;ending days...
From the start,he had neglected...
(The lifetime he had wasted.)

She took his hand,
and walked away....
(..."Shame",relents his choir)
The casting of their play,
his heart,she had neglected.
(A lifetime he had wasted...)

The lifetime he had wasted...
...for her."


- "A Lifetime Wasted."

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These are the lyrics to a song I wrote with a friend. It's about emo kids who cut themselves for attention. Those who cut for reasons that I can listen to with a straight face are free to feel like they are not being mocked.

That is likely due to the fact that they are not.

The Unnamed Song (as of now)

My friends all think I'm emo
'Cuz my hair falls over my eyes
My friend all think I'm a loser
Because of that, my soul dies
I wear tight pants and I can't feel my thigh
But that's OK, cuz I'm a sensitive guy!

Aaaaaannnnddd...

[Chorus]
Everyday
I take a razor
Everyday
To my wrist
Side-to-Side
Everyday
Bleed the pain away!

I go to Hot Topic
To buy some new threads
I bet no-one'd even care,
if tomorrow I was dead
I don't have many friends
I Couldn't tell you why
Sometimes I ask
Why I even try?

Sooooo....

[Chorus]
Everyday
I take a razor
Everyday
To my wrist
Side-to-Side
Everyday
Bleed the pain away!

I went go see Simple Plan
Last Thursday night
My friends think that they're crappy
But I know that they're tight
I love to go and watch them
'Cuz their lyrics are so deep
I get back home, crawl in my bed and cry myself to sleep!"

There's nothing wrong with crying
There's no such thing as shame
All of us have feelings
And I am just the same
So if you see me crying
It's just my way of expression
It doesn't change that I'm pretending
To have CLINICAL DEPRESSION!

To trade XY for XX
Isn't much of a crime
And I wish you wouldn't point and laugh
Every single time
It's hard enough with these tight pants
'Cuz I can't feel my legs
I don't really need the help
Having my pride knocked down a few pegs...

[Acapella Chorus]
[Minor Key Guitar Solo Ending]

Edited by Mega X.exe on October 23, 2007 at 2:24:35.

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