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I’ve been outta my mind
feel like my life ain’t mine.
On the outside looking in
still in line tryin to fit me in
before they drop the firing pin
we all have to live with sin.
Who can relate?
I just gotta stay alive
pray one day you’ll be mine
need a little night in the day
sleep under the sun set,
Who can relate?
I watched the wall crumble
to your feet.
Stormed the trenches
against my intentions.
I couldn’t bare the
chains around my lungs.
Your lips hold the key
for the cell around me.
I’ve never been good at seeking.
Stuffed under a rock behind
your mom’s old wagon
was always my first guess.
Running along the padded
bed of roses, never thought
to check further.
Why would anyone go that far?
Hiding was always easy.
You can hide in plain sight,
the seeker never looked to close.
Always in the neighbors backyard
or in the basement under
the ping-pong table.
I was right behind you.
A treacherous ride.
Horse ride for two
circling the terms of identity
sick and blue
reaching no amenity.
I sport the white flag
raise it high above
the stampeding beast,
take a deep breath,
and gallop faster.
I didn’t know
until you weren’t here.
The color was always on
my pallet, accentuate,
me.
I was selfish with the color,
ran dry,
moving oceans painted red
bleeding through the canvas
onto my knees. Traded
brush
for pity.
Never been
to the bottom
of the bottle.
I believe in you,
the ball drops to the Earth.
The eyes fall below the group
a tear sinks to the Earth,
I shouldn’t be this distraught,
I tried.
I’ve studied long enough
to know
that the Chemistry
isn’t the only ingredient.
I just want to hear it.
Your words stayed on my lips
Everlasting taste stays with me
like you walking with me in
a meadow with two doe’s
side by side. I think about
that day like it was tomorrow.
That day will play in my brain
like It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas.
You tasted like honey,
was a wonderful day.
Tell me once, and it will be
Christmas,
Do you?
King a top the mountain
gate shined bright, blinding
the subjects below. Tears
filled the lake rushing through
the mountain.
The only show of life.
Aluminum and cigarette buds
made most of the layers.
None would venture near,
except the waves of life
dribbling around the edges.
Fish swimming upcurrent
pass the weary travelers
looking for a mountain
to lay a flag.
set is done, his smile gleams brighter
then the flash.
Ashes fall from her cigarette;
Base rest on her shoulder
drink gone warm. Gone cold
to his touch, frailty falls from her lips.
Where have you been,
nights gone cold. Warn to his trust,
it’s the down side to him.
Base rest on her shoulder
drink gone warn. Toast gone cold,
the time was nine high, yesterday.
Where have you been,
nights gone cold.
Franklin returned Marill to its Pokeball and placed it on his belt Tyler gave him.
Daisy and Vanessa stepped out of the cabin, ready to head into the city for the final day of matches.
The tranquil forest spoke only in bush rattles and trees rustling against the wind. Pidgey’s flew above Franklin and his friends against the wind, headed to the pier, followed by a flank of Spearows. Ahead on the trail, a family of Nidorans, marched across the walking path, deeper into the forest. Franklin felt his fingers curl against Marill’s Pokeball. Franklin eyed, Daisy and Tyler, talking about today’s matches not even looking at the family of Pokemon ahead and above. Franklin rested his fingers and saw Vanessa, itching against Raichu’s Pokeball.
The city charmed the spectators, showing Red’s last battle against Lance over the large screen. Franklin has seen the match at least a hundred times, Daisy and Tyler ran into the crowd to get a closer look.
“What do you think of this match, Franklin,” Vanessa asked. While he’s seen it a hundred time, the analysis was absent.
“I think, Lance gave the win to Red. His Dragonite shouldn’t have been bothered by Red’s Charizard.”
Lance’s Dragonite versus Red’s Charizard was the final battle in their latest rematch, and the most memorable.
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