Writing, Ideas, & Stories
Shadow emits from the lower limbs.
Light can’t reach, festering
breathing.
It roars during slumber
and still as a mountain.
Run.
Flee through the night,
it follows, pinned down
the shadow, the only one
who never left the side.
Expanding across the fields,
never out of sight
never for a night.
Embellish in the retelling, you’ve heard it
all before in your nightmares. Seasoning
the story with white lies and full lies to
bring the love story blooming out in
false flavor. Damn that’s delicious.
Kiss the chef for me. Kiss em twice and
run for the hills, silently relieved to
feel the sun on your skin for the first time
in relived memory.
Can’t blame you. The sun was covered,
hidden in the moon or in photos. How can
you sell something you’ve never seen before?
The crowd stormed from the stadium and into the empty streets. Shops closed sign reflected the centered moon above. Tyler and Daisy talked about the matches as they lead Vanessa and Franklin into the street. Martin was still absent from the crowd. Daisy mentioned she didn’t even notice him leave. She swore he was still there until the final attack.
“Ponyta was so amazing! She was fast and Wooper never had a chance!” Tyler nodded at everything Daisy said about the match. Every detail down the micro, Daisy retold as if she were the one in the battle visualizing each left and right turn.
The forest was quiet tonight. No Pokemon traveled across bushes or above the trees. Daisy and Tyler sped up from Vanessa and Franklin, racing to the end. Vanessa never took her eyes off the road, no waiver, or look of question.
Franklin watched Vanessa from the corner of his eye. She never said a word, just kept her arms to her side and continued into the forest until arriving at the cabin,
“Good job, Franklin.” She vanished into the house with Daisy and Tyler. Franklin watched the clouds bury the moon and shrouding the forest below. The hoots came out. Slowly as the moon emerged from its momentary slumber, the hoots vanished right along with it.
Static fields guard
my body from your
touch. Front porch
is the farthest
the weary venturer
barks. Crips fingers
call to the balcony,
screaming back,
you shouldn’t of jumped.
The door didn’t slam
on the way out. Free
exit but a slow
exit. Countless
seconds holding this
pen to leave it beyond
the threshold. It wasn’t
the right fit. The night
wouldn’t let me forget.
Dreaming of people I’ve never met
places in cities off the map.
It kept calling me. Too late
to send to decline.
Blink and you were there.
When I needed you the most,
I didn’t blink hard enough.
Portal jumping was just
a game to you. My heart
was just a game. Couldn’t
find the second controller.
Blinked and you returned.
Sweat driven
adventure fuled
dreams conquered
and
and I couldn’t remember your face.
Lift life, across open doors
flying sixty down
open highways. Breeze
flying through unkempt
hair singing along
to September in
the middle of
September. Do you
remember, the 21st night?
Leaving behind
the trouble nights
with mid level deduction
and a half bottle of Jack,
just turned the keys
and drove.
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.
Saint's Muse 