Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 5

The dock was old and missing a plank every other step. The sand was filled with Pokemon that Franklin didn’t know. His sandy blonde hair was blowing against the salty breeze. Martin stood having final words with the captain. Vulpix recalled and clenched tight in Franklin’s fist. Tangelo Island life in the city exploded in comparison to Valencia. Valencia only has a couple of stores, Tangelo Island is a large city shadowed by a tall mountain climbing over the city. Flocks of Pokemon soar over the city, screaming their call down into the city below.

“You ready to go, Frank?”

Martin walked into the sand and his left ankle sinks. Martin lets out a roar as a large orange crab erupts from the sand, ankle in pincer.

“Franklin! Go get help! This monster is gonna kill me!”

Franklin took a step towards the city and stops. Throwing his Premier ball into the air,

“Go, Vulpix!”

Vulpix released a sleepy cry and stared at the crab, and it released Martins ankle as he crawled in the sand in the opposite direction.  The crab swung its two pincers in the air and walked side ways smashing Vulpix across the head sending her flying towards Franklin’s boots.

“Get up and fight! Attack that crab!”

Vulpix stared blankly up at Franklin and cried. The crab charged again and opened its mouth and sent bubbles towards Vulpix. They popped on her skin, it sounded like a gun going off against bare ears, she cried and fainted.

Poetry · Writing

North Park

Makeshift armor can’t protect my heart

From stray bullets

Blink past

Scattered pictures

Drawn from peach rainbows and olive Elms.

Makeshift armor can’t protect my soul

Tears of decorated walls

And A for apple.

Take the easy way out

Don’t sin and live with transgressions.

You didn’t see him,

Hiding behind the quivering lover

The guardian lover 

And you didn’t see him.

Take the easy way out

Leave the strong to pick up the remains.

Poetry · Writing

Lips

I see it

pink and full

still and quivering

as the back of the fog moves closer around her.

I see it

yet it doesn’t move.

Always shut closed

never revealing any secrets

 

the secrets of living.

Move.

Say something beautiful.

Say something to make my skin turn into rain.

Say it and lift my ears past the heavens

to place not yet explored.

It needs to come from there.

Not anywhere else.

Poetry · Writing

Lock

Felix knows the hiding place.

Felix hid it himself

Swallowed it whole

Picture on the wall

Twelve inch steak.

Felix bleeds

He bleeds himself

For the key

Erupting

Fiction and Truth.

Felix doesn’t know where the lock is

Or if it exist.

Felix holds the key to nothing.

Poetry · Writing

Sander

He said it once,

We didn’t listen.

Blinking at a stone face

Not knowing he was the prophet

Waiting to be called

Our savior.

We didn’t listen.

He talked to us in one ear

And it soared out the other

So now we pay.

We pay with currency that doesn’t exist

Pockets that weren’t sewed in

Coins that just spin.

He said it once,

And we turned our shoulder.

Walked away

Never looked back.

Poetry · Writing

Graduation Goggles

It’s the Freshman fifteen.

Drowning in procrastination

below misguided goals

and Tetris relationships.

Just the Sophmore slump

now gasping for air

goals steep

hidden behind the Yellow Brick Road.

Junior of a junior.

Senior year

wishing they could do it all again

missing the first fifteen.