Circle the lot. Build
your self; circle the lot. Make
love to your dream. Screech
the tires: scream
outside into the open endless
wave of future tales.
Category: Writing
Haunted
It’s on a one way path
never off track
only passenger.
Ghost train.
The harrowing steel wheels
lift into screaming black
nowhere.
Window seat flash
children playing with armless
action figures.
Beer belly man
walking
a German Shepherd.
A woman on her wedding day;
peach ball gown tracing the cracks along the sweat filled sidewalk.
The train makes no stops.
Conscious
Oh boy keep that clean
it’ll talk to you as long
as you keep it clean.
Dare the dare
get a little dirty
whispers pile in.
Oh Lord where did you go
I need you now
praise my deaf ears.
Trainer Orange Ep. 6
Valencia’s buildings all looked the same. Franklin has seen Pokecenters on the television before but none of these buildings sparked familiarity.
“Franklin slow down,” Martin said limping behind. Vulpix’s breathing in Frankin’s arm was becoming feint, the complete opposite of Frankin’s. Steady brink buildings, blurry faces, and domesticated Pokemon, and no Pokecenter.
The edge of Valencia, the end of the city, a building of red brick and a red roof with a Pokeball engraved into white lining. The ball was large, the size of Franklin’s eyes. Vulpix, cradled in Franklin’s failing arms, body previously burning the flesh of his arms now going cold.
The door of the Center automatically opened and a blast of cool air ejects.
“Hello and wel- Oh my! Bring her here sweety,” a young woman said. Her voice was high pitched as she trotted towards Franklin. The woman wore a white dress tied in the back with a large bow and a red cross in the center of her white cap. She relieved Franklin’s duty and took Vulpix to a table occupied by two other women wearing the same attire.
“Will she be okay?” One of the nurses looked up and took Vulpix to a isolated room.
The red haired nurse returned to Franklin, “Your Vulpix received series damage, she will be recovering for a couple of hours. I would stay away from the Krabby at the pier, they are dangerous Pokemon and not something beginning trainers should battle,” she concluded and held her hand out.
Franklin’s face turned green and handed the Premier ball over to the nurse.
Prince
It’s been a solemn year;
oh its been a solemn year you’ve been gone.
Time outlasted you, yet you
will outlast time. We knew
so much when we started and you
changed the language. Changed the color of rain.
Changed the way we listen.
Speaking Prince.
R.I.P.
Minimum
The world was yours
between your index and thumb
yet
all you wanted was a hut.
A quiet hut along a river to grow tomato’s.
The world rested in pinched pink skin
and now in the earth below. Next to
new born tomato’s.
Hibernation
Hello?
It’s time to wake up.
You’ve been sleeping under that tree for to long.
The sun has set
the season has changed
the winner has been crowned
your house has been moved.
Tiles of metric meaning layer over the place you once called home.
It’s time to wake up.
You’ve been sleeping way to long under that log that keeps you sane. Time to rebuild that home.
Rickman
The international bandit
thee headmaster
I tell them.
I tell them the story
is you
the story breathes you
and exhales icy winds
in a hot summer day. The first
steps were taken only
because you allowed it. The snake
everyone saw but not the thief we loved. I’ll tell
you the story. Feels the pages turn
like the wind blowing through your hair on a mare
through teeming meadows.
Now he rides on with a full book.
R.I.P
Sapphire V2
It’s dull
Sharp as a marble
Yet I love it.
Timely and tested through
Rays of blistering heat
And back breaking cold
Yet
Here you stand.
Never waivering.
Peach eyes
And musical gestures
You stand
Calling the shots.
Charlie
I’m Rick James, bitch ~ Dave Chappelle
Oh your down but not out.
Get up Darkness
the light is calling you and it’s time to get up.
Cocaine is hell of a drug.
You fight alone
we can only watch from the sideline
as another one
takes their leave
to the Darkness.
R.I.P.
Saint's Muse 