Disclaimer: Olih: Why thank you, fellow reporter~ Fromidam: Aw yeah, how can you not NOT be a fan of Silvy? ; ) Yeah, after my first SS playthrough, I refuse to give him my phone number. Deltra: Don't worry about it ^w^ Also, I am totally going to find a way to use 'Holy shnuggabunkies' in my everyday speech. Mitsy: I know right? I swear, in B/W there's even this TV program about how many steps you've taken or something. I mean, what. What is that. And omg a shiny rattata ; w ; so jelly. Puppy: Hm… I started this thing because I was in summer school, caved in to my desire to join FF, and decided to start penning all of my fangirly fantasies down : P Arthur: ; A ; NUUUU. Joey needs to be exorcised or something, I swear to Arceus. Penny: And I can honestly say that I sat in awed silence when I read your review. Really, thank you. You give me hope, too : )
900 reviews. It hasn't even been a year since I started this thing, and I only thought that I'd get this many in my wildest imaginations. Wow. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart! : )
Question: Which Pokemon character from the anime are you most like? (From Mitsy)
My Answer: Hm…HM… I don't know : D
Characters: May X Wally vs. May X Brendan, as requested a millennia ago. Gameverse.
Summary: Haikus are Japanese poems consisting of three lines, with the pattern of five-seven-five syllables.
Haiku Hearts and Origami Ends
Not all relationships can be crammed into three lines of five, seven, five.
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Simple beginnings
Start with stutter-smiles and shy
Exclamation points.
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Question marks fly through
Air like words, accompanied
By hellogoodbyes.
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"What's your name?" she asks.
He blinks green eyes, and replies
In the voice of autumn:
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"Wally." Like browning
Leaves rustling, spinning, drifting,
To listening ears.
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Such a brittle voice
Compared to vibrant eyes! She
Pauses, and then smiles.
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"I'm May." Her words are
Summer wreathes, being placed round
His neck by kind hands.
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Smiles fly, stained primrose
By near-infatuation.
Hope fountains up fast.
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It waterfalls down
Faster: the winter boy comes,
Iced blood-ponds for eyes.
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"I'm Brendan," he says,
And his cool breath freezes the
Hope-leaves, killing them.
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He says, "Sweetheart…" and
The flowers on May's wreathes bloom.
Just not for Wally.
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"I have to go," she
Tells Wally, and summer hands
Link with frozen ones.
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"I know." Breakable
Words kiss his lips, tugging them
Up for only her.
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"See you," she says, but
Polite orchids, still budding,
Replace primrose smiles.
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They walk away, down
The path of haiku hearts and
Origami ends.
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Wally stands alone,
Question marks wilting in hand.
Wreathes lay at his feet.
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He bends like paper,
Coughs thrice, and blood sprays onto
Enamel-white stones.
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She doesn't look back.
Like spinning, drifting, dead leaves,
Neither does Wally.
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And not all origami primroses can come out the perfect shade of pink.