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Fluent moderate could compose.
Lacking direction
a sense of where she is going
or where she should.
Standing on the map of
her district, borderline.
Raised to look left, yet,
right thee tempted dangle
in a web of their own doing.
The fluent moderate could
weave the purest silk. Tied
individual too the post
of her own accord.
She whispered in my dreams
“Live.”
Attempting to shatter these
invisible shackles from an
unhabbited being. Have I
been walking with these
my whole life? The lens
she gripped with her cream
palms brewed color streams
together like Skittles.
I need to taste that rainbow.
Been too naive for rudimentary
it’s elementary my dear Watson,
Live.
Hey hi hello
you said before the crowd.
Challenging our demeanor
for all to hear. Cries
of lost humanity on
the brink of darkness
or as you said,
the end of life.
Crying for loss
and begging for a tomorrow,
one that was promised
with these same fist.
Daisy and Daisy stared down the Nidorina.
“Go, Daisy, Razor Leaf!”
Thin leaves shot from Daisy’s mane shot towards Nidorina. She turned her horn to the side and took the sharp leaves to the side. Nidorina cried and darted away from the shrub charging, leading with her skull.
“Daisy, to the side and use Acid!” Nidorina swung wide and Daisy released dark plum sludge towards the feral Nidorina. The wild Pokemon shook the Acid off its hide and the spikes from her spine turned a similar plum and began charging recklessly towards Daisy.
Daisy smirked, “Daisy, now! Sleeping powder!” Daisy shook her large leaf brow and a thin layer of magenta dust poured into the air surrounding Nidorina. A step or two into the head on assault, the Nidorina dropped into a heavy sleep. Daisy revealed a Pokeball from her pocket.
Low squeals developed from the identical shrub Nidorina inhabited. Small Pokemon, the same complexion as the Nidorina squealed, four smaller Nidorans stumbled around the grass.
Daisy stared at the baby Pokemon and returned the Pokeball and retrieved Daisy’s. The stream of red light retracted Daisy into her Pokeball.
“Daisy? Are you going to catch it,” Franklin asked watching the sleeping Pokemon.
Daisy turned around and headed back in the direction of her home leaving Franklin slugging behind with his head turned behind him watching the tamed Pokemon.
Silent sky on a screaming night.
Lose light silently over
the peak horizon.
It’s screaming back
with red in his lungs
peak guns
red smoke
single stroke
on a screaming night.
He couldn’t pull the trigger.
Mind dancing on limbo
on a lonely island
staring the flare in the eye
below a silent sky.
The sun peaked through the open windows onto a shy Greg eating Pokechow. Franklin remembered seeing Pokechow in Pokemarts with Tina shopping for her Dodou.
“Hey, Franklin! Come outside with me, we have a little time before we need to leave, so I want to track some Pokemon,” Daisy said with glee in her eyes. Franklin turned to see Vanessa feeding her Pokemon, the large mustard mouse, Raichu. The other two Pokemon that surrounded Vanessa, Franklin could only get a peek at before being rushed out by Daisy.
The sun illuminated the tree’s covering the bay of Tangelo Island. Daisy stared at the ground, brushing her fingers against groves left from a large Pokemon.
“This way, Franklin,” Daisy said. She walked at pace, following the tracks.
The forest was hoot free, smaller bug Pokemon roamed the trees, similar to Martin’s Caterpie.
“Franklin, you’ve caught a Pokemon before right,” Daisy asked, sniffing a cracked branch.
“Once, all I did was throw a ball.”
“Oh okay. Not going to be able to just throw a ball at this one.”
“How else do you catch Pokemon?” Daisy halted and stared at a shrub surrounded by no trees. The sun peered directly above the shrub and Daisy. A high pitch cry came from the shrub, and a Pokemon exited.
The Pokemon had a dark blue coat and a shortened horn on her forehead.
“That’s a Nidorina, been tracking her for a week now. Go, Daisy!”
Daisy through her ball and Daisy exited. The Oddish shook her leaves helm and faced the Nidorina.
“Share the chair,”
the wise woman shared.
There is room for two
it’s not all about you
she’d always tell us.
Fuck that. My ass has
been next to yours for
far too long and you can
find your own. He’d bekon
the blade in his back,
“Share the chair.”
There is always room for
two.
As the king sits alone
on his throne
he finds the knife
in his lost
chair.
Put a bow on it. It’s me
I’ve wrapped carefully
between snowman and
sly penguins. A tinkered
trinket passed from father
to father lost, forgotten,
than resurfaced. I’m
not going to make it to
next Christmas. I’ll leave
it under the tree next
to your Mustang with a tag
must stay. Don’t lose it, I
put a bow on it.
Oh Captain My Captain:
I salute you.
You never know the
change, until someone
changes it for you first.
Delude my spirit and
my mind will carry me.
End our life and
our hearts will live on.
Oh Captain My Captain:
I can see the tears behind
the mask. You spent
your last three wishes
on us.
I’ll challenge the not
on the blade of love
so these wonder gifts
don’t end yours here.
R.I.P. Robin~
Blood has been drawn.
Words echo through the Chambers for
eternity. Your apologies
matter not in this duel.
Match volume for volume
scream from the top of our covers
Blood has been drawn.
Your words will never leave
this cavity. Somber sleeps have
ceased. Our suite is no longer
sweet. And now
we rest our voice for
tomorrow’s screech.
Saint's Muse 