Writing, Ideas, & Stories
I’m not alone.
These eyes see worlds only
in photos. Photos
I watched captured
in the back of our mind.
Will hold hands, cry
together on shared shoulders
for our lost mother.
Will travel these eights roads
marching side by side
hands in our.
We are not alone.
~Till next time. S8
I don’t love for lukewarm.
I stare for the steam to be raising from the pot whistling my name.
If it doesn’t whistle it’s not for you.
The whistle is how I know it will burn. Don’t conform
Wait for the storm
and you’ll be reborn.
The slight breath of a timid one will settle
while we catch the perfect storm.
Don’t kid yourself they belong to you
They’re the start of a coming race…
~David Bowie
Make way for
the Homo Superior. Greet
the new slab every decade;
they are our king.
They walk the same
talk, sing, fuck like you,
yet, we’re on the ground
and they’re in space.
Putting moon shine
in a jar and holding it
high as the past.
Homo Sapiens outgrown their use.
Take our leave peacefully
onto the next
written in awe
we’ve finished our news.
R.I.P. ~
Shivering on a warm night
signal it’s time to escape.
Run where the cold still suprises you
lights dim to your will instead
of oppression.
Find me. Find me standing
under this light I power
with my will and I’ll share it
with you. Just be brave to leave
the shivering heat.
Franklin shook in place. Fingers tingled at the final ball. Crowd fell to the crowning lights and Franklin felt their animosity.
Julie showed her final ball, a yellow ball with black webbing, thrown high into the lights transformed into candy red. The Pokemon that emerged wore a grand crimson flower atop its slim berry body.
“That is a rare one, we have a Vileplume! Lucky for the gym leader’s daughter!” The crowd broke their silence and cheered for Julie.
Vileplume’s beady dark red eyes shook as it tried to maintain balance. Franklin peered at his remaining Pokeball and into the faceless crowd.
“You can do it Franklin” He turned and met his fathers eyes.
Franklin, loss of breath and grips the Pokeball tightly and launched it forward at Vileplume.
The Pokemon that emerged was a familiar sight, “Another rare one on the islands, it’s a Vulpix!”
Franklin’s wide eyes shook and his palms fell open, jaw quivered, “Last round trainers, let’s battle!”
Franklin curled his fist and replaced the shake in his eyes with fire, “Vulpix, fire spin!”
Vulpix spewed swirl fire flames towards an unprepared Vileplume and became immersed in super effective fire.
Julie looked side to side looking for a way to save her Pokemon. Vileplume mimicked her trainers actions and stood idle.
“Vulpix, flame wheel!” Vileplume only saw the spin and wheel crashed into its torso propelling back into a firm stone. The spin concluded and Vulpix emerged from a flame cocoon in front of Vileplume.
“Vileplume is unable to battle, Vulpix, and Franklin win the match!” The crowd, to Franklin’s surprise, cheered.
We followed your clay
as boys and girls on a crowded moon.
We came for the cheese and left
with your dream.
I can finally see through your eyes
weary and dreamy
looking for your love.
As you rest
know this, I’ll save this
Provolone through my final
days for my love,
my future Grommet.
RIP, Thank you for the wonderful tale.
Julie raised the Pokeball and a red stream shot out and grabbed the Sandshrew and it disappeared. Franklin raised his and the celebrating Squirtle vanished.
The trainers raised their next ball and threw it, “Woah, we have a Ratticate for Julie and a Krabby for Franklin!”
Franklin stared at his Pokemon deeply never-resting. Krabby had large pincers with thin eyes and it walked side to side. Krabby eyed Raticate, white long belly and brown outer coat with large sharp teeth with whiskers thin and scraping the ground.
The pincers snapped together and Franklin saw his Vulpix where Raticate was standing. Vulpix gazed into his eyes and licked her paw.
“Raticate, quick attack!” Raticate charged head first into Krabby’s torso, launching Krabby into a jagged rock.
Franklin rubbed sweat from his forehead and looked for his Vulpix and only saw Krabby on shaky legs sinking into the earth.
“Again Raticate, quick attack!” Raticate appeared in a blur and rammed the Krabby towards the feet of Franklin with swirls in his eyes.
“Krabby is unable to continue the battle. Julie wins this round!”
Julie returned the Raticate and Franklin stared at the Krabby with an open mouth and a pale thin face.
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~
Saint's Muse 