1 Mad or Six Feet Deep
By KissDarkness
Disclaimer: …..Pokemon isn't mine…..
Happy Blissey was Mad.
She stomped her foot.
She screamed.
She cried.
~
Why was she mad?
What had happened?
Her mind was trapped
In unspeakable pain.
~
Happy Blissey was Mad.
She ran in circles.
She kicked.
She ran.
~
What kind of mad?
How did it happen?
Her mind was trapped
In unspeakable pain.
~
Happy Blissey was Mad.
She cried at happy times.
She laughed at sad.
She jumped.
~
Who had caused it?
When did it start?
Her mind was trapped
In unspeakable pain.
~
Happy Blissey was Dead.
She laid there in her box.
She smiles a false smile.
She lays there six feet deep.
~
Six feet deep
Was also where her trainer laid.
The one she loved.
The one cared for.
~
Happy Blissey was truly happy now.
Resting peacefully with her happy trainer.
Together they rest six feet deep.
Together they sleep forever.
~
That pain.
That unspeakable pain.
That pain is in the ones she left.
That pain is still here.
~
Happy Blissey and her pain
You were never happy.
You were always six feet deep
Since you trainer died.
~
This is my strange poem. It's not special, because you could write about any Blissey or Pokemon being "Mad" and finally jump. However, think about what mad I'm talking about. 'Mad' as in insane, or as in angry.
By KissDarkness
Disclaimer: …..Pokemon isn't mine…..
Happy Blissey was Mad.
She stomped her foot.
She screamed.
She cried.
~
Why was she mad?
What had happened?
Her mind was trapped
In unspeakable pain.
~
Happy Blissey was Mad.
She ran in circles.
She kicked.
She ran.
~
What kind of mad?
How did it happen?
Her mind was trapped
In unspeakable pain.
~
Happy Blissey was Mad.
She cried at happy times.
She laughed at sad.
She jumped.
~
Who had caused it?
When did it start?
Her mind was trapped
In unspeakable pain.
~
Happy Blissey was Dead.
She laid there in her box.
She smiles a false smile.
She lays there six feet deep.
~
Six feet deep
Was also where her trainer laid.
The one she loved.
The one cared for.
~
Happy Blissey was truly happy now.
Resting peacefully with her happy trainer.
Together they rest six feet deep.
Together they sleep forever.
~
That pain.
That unspeakable pain.
That pain is in the ones she left.
That pain is still here.
~
Happy Blissey and her pain
You were never happy.
You were always six feet deep
Since you trainer died.
~
This is my strange poem. It's not special, because you could write about any Blissey or Pokemon being "Mad" and finally jump. However, think about what mad I'm talking about. 'Mad' as in insane, or as in angry.