Trampled. They didn’t
see it coming. Holding
for the right stop,
waiting a stampede
too long. They didn’t
see it coming. Feared
fares and fangs reaped
the rewards, the award
for worst case
the ripped face
goes to me.
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Trampled. They didn’t
see it coming. Holding
for the right stop,
waiting a stampede
too long. They didn’t
see it coming. Feared
fares and fangs reaped
the rewards, the award
for worst case
the ripped face
goes to me.
We blamed everything on the Aliens.
They took our homes
they took our food
they took our wives
and we couldn’t stop it.
The dominant being
consumed what it pleased
and didn’t give a fuck.
It’s what we would do
if the Aliens never came.
They, we seemed to forget
that we
took the first shot.
that we shot first.
I’d give everything
just so I could trust you.
Have you met
my heart
in your hands
for the thirtieth time.
If this is living
I’ve never
been more alive.
Downed the wildest bottle
filled of tonight’s wonder.
Singing the greatest song
my ears have ever heard.
I’ll be your everything, it’s
now or later she said. I
believe every word that
comes from her lips. You
your rhythm your going
to be my everything.
The loss crawls over me
like the hand of the reaper,,
he comes for me. Slips into
my dreams, night terror,
monster under my bed
Mike Wazowski
took the night off.
The next day’s morning
glare wards off the sickly beast.
Left under the horizon
they’ll stay, forgotten
in the success of the
next.
Micheal staggered, watching the referee make the call, “Geodude is unable to battle, Franklin wins this round.”
Franklin heard the mixed cheers and Daisy screaming louder than everyone else. Martin couldn’t meet Franklin’s glare, only the aisle where his feet rest.
Vanessa stood in the corridor barely visible with her arms crossed never taking her eyes off Franklin.
Franklin readied his next, “Ponyta!” Michael followed, “Wooper!”
Vanessa showed life with a nod of disgust and a savage bite on her bottom lip. Franklin realized this match was rigged, all the type match-ups are in Michael’s favor.
“Begin!”
“Go, Wooper, Water Gun!” The light blue small Pokemon inhaled deeply and shot a stream of water towards Ponyta.
The flaming horse whinnied and dashed to the right leaving the water jet to splash into the first row.
“Ponyta, Quick Attack!” The flaming pony blitzed towards the unprepared water Pokemon sending him to the soft Earth arena.
“Wooper, stand up!”
“Another, Ponyta!” The horse only appeared as a blur dashing across the battlefield, greeting the opponent Pokemon with her engulfed mane.
Wooper’s eyes swirled around, unable to stand. “Wooper is unable to continue, Ponyta, and Frankin is the winner!”
Franklin returned Ponyta and embraced the sudden change in the crowd. Vanessa with the largest grin and her brother and sister cheering above their seat only Martin was absent.
Wine and dined
on the surface
it’s ready,
Hold with care
we’ve done this before
lean and be steady.
She sang this rhyme
and I remember it today,
for it’s the anniversary
of the day she went gray.
Now we gander on the
meaning of this madness,
Alone and cold but loved
we too can be full of gladness.
Signs of the one
walking down 3rd Street
flowing pink sun dress
curly locks flowing down
her slim back.
Remnants visible in the rear
view mirror.
Signs of the one
walking down 4th Street.
That smile lights up my world
fourth of July in May,
may I please remember
this night
under these lights
under these stars
you shine the brightest.
Rolling in the deep
bottom of the pit it rumbles
to the rim. Filling to the top,
fleeing from the heat. Steam
erupts from the mouth,
flying away into the crystal
light orbing around. Erosion
criples the tongue, whispering
to the belly of the beast.