My name is Zachary and I like making poetry.
I like writing about Pokemon because Pokemon is the greatest.
Here's a new one that I wrote like twenty minutes ago within a matter of a few minutes while under the influence of a sudden artificial form of inspiration.
Dark frost upon his soul
Howling at the moon
Staring at the empty bowl
To ignite his fire would be to burn the ashes
His youth has blown away with some memories forgotten
He is the ground type, for that is where he is bound
Unfortunately eroding, soon shall not be found
To save a Cubone you must feed him love
Give him kisses from the stars above
Whack his **** with a thick club of passion
Give that old ***** a good hardy bashin’
His eyes swell up with a wince of shear pain
You have freed his soul, you have made him insane
**** (The stars are symbolic of the stars of his dead relatives that made him so lonely)
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