Writing, Ideas, & Stories
He told me I earned this title
like the soldier on foreign land.
I never asked for your blessing;
your knighthood. I was fine
under my cloak walking through
crowded hall blending to the wall
like old gum. He saw though.
Something I didn’t realize I was seeking
and he put the compass in my hand,
guided me across these trenches.
He knew I needed a squad, and I,
it’s untested general. I didn’t
earn this name but I’ll wear the
badge on my chest as a blessed scar.
You are the mystery beyond the hill.
Drapped in shadows and silence you walked alone. I never
heard you coming up the stairs. You never returned my calls.
Footsteps never smelled so sweet to the waiting whiff of cloudy anticipation in open arms. You walked
alone so I wouldn’t know the path, so I wouldn’t follow your trail, so we would grow on different sides of this hill;
where I’ll be waiting.
The one we needed and we never
acknowledge it until it’s too late. Freedom
gives birth to bliss on a summer
afternoon cliff for the people to watch
in a small box with our feet on a coffee
table. You weren’t the first and
we will remember your crusade
by singing that fine jingle on last time:
Nananananananana nananananananana
RIP~
We watched a young boy build a sandcastle. Trenches
wide and deep to keep the uninformed out. Towers high as his shoulder to stop the catapult attacks
to his heart. I can see his face filling this trench. The final
touch, a flag, of all colors at the highest point. We walked over with a piece of bark
for a drawbridge and said, “can’t keep them out forever.”
Jullie launched the ball,
“We have a Sandshrew!”
Sandshrew was a mustard colored mouse Pokemon small and a colorless belly.
Sandshrew is a ground type. Sandshrew will be strong in this arena.
Franklin peered down into the ball bag and took the one with the black ridges.
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“I noticed one of the Pokeballs on your sash is blue,” Franklin said to Vanessa.
“Yeah, it’s called a Great Ball. Its better at catching Pokemon than the typical Poke Ball but it’s more expensive. There is a bunch of different Poke Ball’s in the world, I have some listed in the Pokedex if you want to check those out too.”
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I hope there is a water Pokemon in this Net Ball.
Franklin launched the Net Ball,
“It’s a Squirtle!”
Squirtle was a tiny cadet turtle, same height as the Sandshrew, and a squirrel style tail.
“Go, Sandshrew, Mudshot,” Julie commanded.
Sandshrew sucked in air and spit thick mud from its cheek.
“Squirtle, Water Gun!” Squirtle also swallowed air and spit water towards the incoming water.
The two streams concluded and both Pokemon caught their breath.
“Sandshrew, dig!” Sandshrew burrowed under the earth arena hiding his presence.
Squirtle and Franklin looked side to side for the missing mouse. The earth shifted as a furious burrower closed in on Squirtle.
“Squirtle, Withdraw!” Sandshrew shot from the earth under the turtle hiding itself within its shell, sending Squirtle into the air.
“Now, Squirtle, Water Gun!” Squirtle poked its head and launched a jet of water at the floating mouse. Sandshrew crashed down to the earth pinned by Squirtle’s attack.
The Gun ceased, “Sandshrew is unable to battle… Squirtle wins the first round!”
The crowd cheered and encored, they want more.
We met once,
under the same roof
same game
singing the same chants.
Encore over night
constellation built around
your Voiced dreams.
I can hear you,
you sang you were invisible
but I saw you-
I wasn’t the only one.
Tears fall on this day
the last day your soothing
dream lifted our ears-
my ears
over the years.
We met once,
under the same roof
same game
and I’ll never forget.
RIP~
The crowd roared as the tournament continued. Franklin stood backstage swaying side to side holding his left arm.
“Alright, Franklin your match is next. Here are your three Pokemon,” said Professor Ivy’s assistant. Two of the balls were Pokeballs and one was turquoise with black webbing.
The cold breeze rushed from the stadium, “and that’s it ladies and gentlemen! Lance takes this match three to zero!”
Lance walked through the tunnel when Franklin was waiting, “Congratulations, Lance, the Pokemon please,” the assistant said. Lance handed her the balls and stared at Franklin. Lance wore a large green coat and a tan adventure hat under a full body and full facial hair. Lance also towered over Franklin being almost a foot taller.
“Alright the next match is going to start!” The crowd roared as Franklin heard the stage shift. “Now, we have a new comer in this next match. A young kid from Valencia Island, trainer 100382, Franklin!”
The crowd cheered as Franklin’s knees shook as he walked the tunnel. Bright lights blinded the faces of the crowd, the only face he could see was the announcer. The stage last match had pools of water, this one was rough earth and large jagged rocks.
“And his opponent is a veteran and already has the Spike Shell badge! Please welcome trainer 000158, Jullie!” The crowd shouted louder for Jullie than they did for Franklin. Jullie didn’t look much older than Franklin. Jullie’s long black hair hung down to her plaid green skirt and a tucked in white school shirt covered by a black sweater and black clogs with long black socks.
“Hey, Franklin, I’m here to be the best and your just another trainer for me to crush,” Jullie shouted.
“And battle!”
He battled across the shallow meadow and
flying steel kissed his ear. The shriek
sang the sweet song through wind pipes and muddy forearms.
His mother came down and dangled
her index on his cheek.
Life evacuated her son on the muddy earth
a kiss
and he was gone.
I’ve seen the other side and
I don’t want to go.
Lower the sails
march home
love while you can.
One way entrance sign
no one leaves on
two legs. We take
for granted the light
we entered with
and pray for relief
before suffocating
on the dark.
You sang it best on that peach
Summer afternoon to the breeze
blowing your words across the beach.
Don’t stop, don’t freeze-
be here tonight don’t overreach.
Lay at ease
and listen to her preach
watch her reprise
this freedom of speech.
Saint's Muse 