a/n: my meager first attempt at poetry. inspired by the work of /seacoast/, who mainly writes for HG but whatevs.
(shades of gray)
i. algorithms
You told me that the world was like a mathematical equation, and that people and Pokemon could be considered numbers
to be calculated
and
moved around
on a
coordinate |plane|
X / Y
but what do you get after plotting all those values?
is it a straight line
or messy dots?
how to you make a best-fit graph
when all the values
are scattered everywhere?
because emotions
aren't numbers you can manipulate
like 123 4 5 6
they're complex frac/tions
ii. ferris wheel
Do you remember that night? On the starry sky, in the Ferris wheel that turnedandturnedandturned, you told me who you were, and I accepted the fact that we were forever antagonists in an age-old story told by dragons of light and dark
old storytellers
pitting us against each other
on a chessboard with tiles of black and white
Do you remember that night? When we kissed
and it was hotter than Reshiram's fire
and more electric than Zekrom's lightning?
When you whispered
sweet nothings
into my ear and gave me promises of love and war?
then you slipped away into the night, your knights in tow
and the darkness consumed me, as I stood in that empty, neon amusment park with the flickering lights and cotton candy smells and burnt popcorn and happy laughter and thunder and pouring rain
and I stared as you faded away into a blur of gray
on an oil canvas where black and white weren't supposed to mix
those were your words, you recall
do you remember, though?
iii. climax
We dueled in a castle of thunder and ashes, born of the earth and inlaid with marble and gold and gilded with lies
We dueled, you and I, on the eternal chessboard
(fire and lightning)
You commanded the Yang Dragon; I, the Yin
(black and white)
And the air was charged with the smells of ozone and smoke, sharp and sooty, burning my throat and stinging my eyes as I searched for you in that haze
(oh, I was dark and you were blindingly bright)
and you shot streams of flame at me and my team; a storm of divine arrows falling from the sky
(oh, this love, it burns)
and they crashed into the ground and into my Pokemon, and a chorus of screams filled my ears while you flew above, unflinching, the sunlight lighting your hair and turning it into a golden halo
(my heart was as fragile as shards of glass)
and I screamed with them, a symphony of pain and desperation, as we shot bullets of blistering lightning and they struck your dragon with a thunderclap and you tumbled, smoke and feathers
(fall for me, my angel)
onto the ground
and
I
cried
because I had won
but I had also lost
iv. ever after
You fed me dreams, once. You told me you would give me a thousand suns and the moon and the stars, and I believed it all, naive girl that I was. You fed me numbers that confused my mind and strings of formulaic but empty love; you were following an algorithm
a/step/by/step/process
to winning my heart. So I guess, in the end, you were the victor, because you tore a hole in my chess and I was bleeding, but you never stopped to help me back up. You left me with an empty place
as empty as the darkness
from which I could never hope to fill.
Because my love for you was (is) like a coke addict's craving for the drug, or a smoker's hunger for nicotine, or a starving man for food, or the dead for life.
you gave me
sun-speckled dreams and illusions
(like your fox)
and then
with prestidigitation
the trick was revealed
but I, your assistant, lay dead in the cutting box stuck through with swords
love
warm love
passion like the sun
a crown
and lovely white wings with which to fly
but then you took off, heading off for stretches of the world unknown
.: here be dragons :.
and you forgot
to teach me
how to fly
a/n: poetry isn't really my forte, so this might suck-okay, it might suck a lot. but please be gentle. :3
