Poetry · Writing

Untitled

Kicking and screaming

cheeks turning red

boiling in human hands.

 

Red and blue lights flashing

peaking through the window.

 

Rocky earths usually forgotten

were taken the entire trip.

 

Shrieks through the busy halls

echoing in shallow stalls.

 

The working nurse asked a simple question.

She looked at him

and him at her

and they both knew.

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep.2

The crowd roared chants, ‘Red! Red! Red!’. The announcer finally reached above the crowd to continue the cast.

-Franklin’s Vulpix took out Red’s Espeon in incredible fashion! Red is on his heels for the first time since he battled Blue. Franklin and Vulpix has really showed guts in this battle! –

The grass from the stadium was burned to a crisp revealing a damaged earth. Franklin stared at Red and Red never flinched. A slight smirk and points at Franklin’s brow.

-It’s Pikachu! Red is not playing around anymore! Final bout for the Final Four and the championship! Lets hear it crowd!-

The crowd roared loader than ever before. Children in the front row wore Pikachu masks screaming his name! The energetic Pikachu has battled countless battles and shows no proof. Full red cheeks and tail shined under the stadium lights. Vulpix felt it too. Her paws trembled from the sight of the him. Or was it the crowd roars that horrified her.

Red still stood silent and full of confidence with his best friend battling besides him.

-Final round begin!-

Pikachu charged towards Vulpix, cheeks surged.

“Franklin.?”

Franklin stood puzzled looking at Red. Red never spoke to him the entire match.

“Franklin wake up.”

Pikachu took to the sky and his cheeks emitted a white glare that took the entire stadium capture.

“Today is the big day!”

Poetry · Writing

Doubt

Darkness clouds the view of your past and creeping into the future.

Mirrors shattered and a baby screaming in the back seat.

Girls jumping rope and boys playing basketball listening to Mac Daddy.

Flying from Los Angeles to Arizona to avoid traffic.

Rain drowns the night washing away the graffiti of my mind.

Poetry · Writing

Rejection

Forward moving and                      backwards.

only moving

Breaking bread with unwelcome guests

better run or this will be a Red Wedding.

Making friends of your enemies, where they

really my enemies.

Sunday is filled with your sins and

questions of where we are going and

where we should be.