"Brock"
when i see a cute girl
my cheeks go flush
and i remember
the girl i loved
long blue hair that
reached down her back
kind brown eyes that
sparkled when she looked
at me
i was only fourteen and she was older
much older
but i loved her
and she loved me
she wanted
to breed pokemon
be the very
best breeder
she loved fire pokemon their
beauty
but i always
wanted to say
"their beauty does
not compare to yours"
we were riding a ponyta
together, always together
when the ponyta reared up
and threw us off of it
i landed on
piles of rock and gravel
which reached into my eyes
hurting me
my pokeballs were
knocked loose
and my onix and geodude went for help
my love was in worse condition
and they tried to save her
but they
couldn't
couldn't
couldn't save her
and my eyesight was dimmed
i always had to squint
but it was okay
because the sight
of her was always with me
and in every girl i see
i see her face
and i fall in love all
over again
wanting her
by my side
wanting to see
her brown eyes
wanting her
with me
forever
Musings
Once upon a time,
I was a normal child
Who liked normal things
Reading, writing
Computer games
Athletics, occasionally
A nice, happy child
Who seemed so mature for her age.
And then I,
For some strange reason,
Went to a Pokemon site.
It was well done
Convincing
And the subject matter was
"oh-so-popular"
I turned on the television
And watched
IT.
Within moments
I was hooked
Ash, Misty, Brock
Pikachu
My new best friends
Bought all the games
Ordered CDs from overseas
Watched the movies tens of times
And, of course, the Net
Made my own website
Went to every message board
Ranted and raved
For days on end
Debating Ash and Misty's relationship
On every Pokemon list
I could find
Pokemon, pokefanfic, pokefanficdisc,
Pokefanficdiscashandmistydebates
Every bit of pokemon merchandise available
Was in my room
On my computer
In my locker at school.
Everywhere
Surrounding me
On my binder
Pokemon stickers
On my wall
Pokemon calendar
On my...
We won't get into that ^_^
I couldn't sleep at night
Unless
I'd played two hours on my ROM of G/S
(untranslated, the true way)
Rewatched episodes
(it's pokemon, gotta be good)
Listened to Pokemon, the Movie's soundtrack
Even the tracks I hated
(hey, it's pokemon)
Read over my manga
(who cares if overpriced?)
Dissed the Digmon likers
(cheap knock-offs)
And slept with my stuffed Pikachu next to me
Holding down
Three jobs
Just to earn enough money
To buy more merchandise
Left me with no time for
Social Interaction
As I needed no
Friends
Who disliked Pokemon
And as the craze got even bigger
I found myself
Spending eight bucks
For a Mr. Mime card
just to complete my collection
I need that t-shirt!
Never mind that I had more t-shirts
Then days of the year
But one day
The stores stopped
Selling quite as much
Merchandise
And my friends
That liked Pokemon
Decided they were "too cool."
And adults looked at me
Like I was so immature
For being a
Pokemon obsessee
Once upon a time
I was normal
And average
Without a kiddie show to obsess over
And quiet
And well-liked
Now, I'm flat broke
With a Pokemon tattoo on my...
An outcast everywhere I go
Because of my TV tastes
I'd call it prejudice
If I had enough time to care
I have some new Pokemon mp3s to download
And there's the glorious reurns at 4:00 sharp
And I've never been happier.
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