Writing, Ideas, & Stories
Fragrant struck Sapphires
flush in guiding light
into Red mornings.
Carry the dream she told me.
Sapphire eyes begging for a chance
to plead for her dream
as a weeping baby.
We are the dream she told me.
Sapphire eyes carry into the light
holding sheets of future
looking for the next encore.
Waves crashed against S.S. Sire. The captain stood at the helm with his companion, guiding the Sire into troubled tides. Land is gone from the naked eye: it is only the sea. Magikarps swim along side the Sire like a father.
Vulpix curled in a ball with her eyes closed only opening to the crash of water, her eyes were always open. Martin was the same.
“Ye alrite thr Martin?” Martins throat erupted and clogged at the last second.
“Are we almost there?”
“Onlyanhour and well be there.”
Franklin glared out into the sea staring deep at the Magikarps. Their eyes moved rapidly side to side, fearful.
“You know your mom isn’t going to be there. Right?”
Franklin can feel the shadow of his father across his cheek.
“I know.” Martin, unsure, responded coldly “Than why did you say that back on the pier?”
Franklin layed his head on rim, staring at the Magikarps stuggeling to follow the Sire.
“I need to find her.”
“Why? We could just stay home and you can play with Vulpix at home.”
“I can’t, dad.”
“I don’t understand, Frank, why do you have to find her? We haven’t seen her or heard from her in… in a long time.”
“I need to know.”
Martin walked to the rim and looked down at the water, maybe at the Magikarps, and met Franklin at the eyes.”
“Know what? What do you need to know?”
Franklin walked away and towards the restless Vulpix.
“Franklin?”
“I need to know why she left.”
Following you
like Twitter
bird on your shoulder
free of the earth
stomping the patron
in the rear
down below
from the earth
waving goodbye.
Walter Black.
The box isn’t as you remember it.
Thirty years
Making the God’s pray
To something bigger
A deity of deities
The god of gods.
C4 the wall of what you know
Walter Black is here to grow grass.
Flying monkies sit behind oval desks
Flinging fresh new every morning.
Can you pass the ketchup?
Margin for error is slim
table is full
members that gather for that one day of the year
bring a bottle wine
wine and dine
sweet potato pie.
Can you pass the ketchup?
Margin for error is slim
table is gone
couch is full
the Boys lose again
America’s team
drink to forget
the crowd of people that gather for one day of the year.
Can you please just pass the fucking ketchup?
Reach higher
Think louder
Ignite the flame underneath
To reach the higher level
To reach the highest volume
To reach the 2nd floor and see the 3rd.
Demand the room.
I’m here to stay
for the night.
Fire by fire
the blinds deem me worthy
for singular applause
yet no encore
just cold beer and a hard exit.
The swing sways away from the sunset
Rock into the night swing set
Always check your corners.
They could be there without warning
ready to pounce
ready to strike
in a blink of the night
it begs for a kiss
on feral skin.
Shapeless and nameless
stalking like the king of the jungle
where will you go?
Fight or flight
fears will always find you.
Saint's Muse 