Poems of originality

[Stryker]

Tis shall be my place to dump out poems that I had worked on in previous years. Enjoy the poopy poems and illogical stances
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Magikarp, magikarp, gyarados.

In the past, I have been weak little Magikarp

Splashing all day long, leaping through the sky

I leaped passed crystal clear rivers that cleansed my heart

And through the cold ocean I leaped up high

Until one day I reached a place to call home

A warm lake near a peaceful forest.

I stayed there for a while, licking a honey comb

That fell and came to rest

Until that fateful morning when a bird alighted down

Onto a rock a peered into the water

And started to eye little weak me, who had gained some pounds.

Reaching into the water, the bird plucked me out

and hopped to the bank.

Desperate to live my happy life I flailed and pound

On that tiny bird head until my strength gave out.

As I felt hopelessness run me cold

I evolved into mighty Gyarados, strong and old.

Scared off the bird, and filled with rage

as I swam towards the village

I attacked without mercy

as I left the ruins pillaged,

I Swam back to see

my beautiful lake waiting for me

I spent the rest of my days

Calm, like an angel for all to see.
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Dreams and answers

How many times had I thought,

What dreams offered and brought

I wondered to myself what dreams hold

Were they in a different world than this place of cold?

I wondered what was in store for the future

Could it help nurture

and make our dreams true?

Dreams could hold many color hues

and places to explore.

Adventures galore,

and monsters to defeat,

in mystery dungeons, oh what a feat!

One day I will find the answer to these mysteries

and that day will be glorious.