Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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.
Your a Wonder
standing above the clouds
never looking down and only
looking to the sun. Baron plains
kiss her heels like an ant
kisses ours. Sweet sting steals
thunder from there home-
keeps it for herself as she bows
to thank the sun for
another day.
It’s been awhile, yet;
your back here on this starless night-
with blue eyes and white lies.
You left on your milky way-
wayless, but
you came back.
It’s like you never left-
left your saddle to the left
of this bed, our bed,
the one you never left.
Memory flipping like a yearbook.
She used to wear red lipstick to dances
and a respectable dresses. Now
she teaches her daughter what to wear.
He brought beer to every party he would go to. Leaving
with someone new every night.
Now they share a house and a daughter going to her first dance.
I see you
in my dreams we dance to no music
holding each other close. I never
want this song to end. I never
want to leave this bed.
I see you
in random faces passing in the street
holding another close
buying a pajamas for them. So they
don’t have to leave this bed.
“Welcome ladies and gentleman! The first round will now begin! It is an elimination to bring the number of contestants down to thirty-two! Each trainer will get three Pokemon, just like gym battles, from Professor Ivy at random. These elimination rounds will also be randomized and the first battle… will be now! Trainer 116 Leo versus Trainer 003 Max!”
The stage shifted and a calm meadow claims the center arena.
~”Each battle will take place on a different arena that will compliment the Pokemon given for the battle. This keeps trainers on their feet and keeps them from getting comfortable. This helps keep the battle fresh and different for the fans as well.”
This must be the field change Vanessa was talking about.
The crowd roared after the calling of Max as he enters the stage twirling a Pokeball above his finger and an inch into the air.
“Watch out Leo! This guy is a psychic!”
Leo looked down at the trio of Pokeballs and launched one into the air and red and white beams of light explode onto the meadow.
“We have a Weepingbell,” the announcer shouted. Weepinbell had a large mouth with petal arms and a short stem. Large beady eyes followed Max’s floating Pokeball around.
Franklin opened Vanessa’s Pokedex and searched for Weepinbell.
Weepinbell is a flycatcher Pokemon. Combination of Grass and Poison type and the evolved form of Bellsprout.
Max smirked and released the Pokeball.
“Now we have a Hypno!” Hypno had pointy ears and white fur around the Pokemon’s pure mustard body. Hypno swung a large coin back and forth on a string at the Weepinbell.
Hypno, the Hypnosis Pokemon. Psychic type and the evolved form of Drowzee.
~”You were briefly told about type advantages but its a long chart of different types and it will take time to memorize but it will help. Like water beats fire, fire beats grass, and grass beats water.”
Psychic has an advantage over poison according to the Dex.
“Weepinbell, Razor Leaf,” Leo commanded. Paper thin crescent leaves shot from Weepinbell’s petal arms.
“Teleport, Hypno!” The leaves flew through Hypno and sliced down into the meadow. The crowd swung their head back and forth looking for Hypno.
“Hypno, Psybeam!” A rainbow dagger crashed into the back of Weepinbell’s stem and he crashed eyes first into the arena. Hypno stood next to Max as the referee checked Weepinbell. Weepinbell’s eyes were swirls and non responsive.
“Weepinbell is unable to continue, Hypno wins this round!”
The beginning is an unopened map.
A calm pond without a neighbor.
A sprout in a lumonent spring garden.
The sun peaking over molded canyons.
I am not your father. We
own this together, together
our duty
is to mark this map.
Lay in the garden tending to the tulips.
Swim in the pond and climb those canyons-
as one.
Stale conversation, no
repetitive conversation
with golden courage.
“Where are you from?
How many siblings do you have?
Where do you work?”
Not enough golden courage.
Really just a stabilizer to keep
the breathe roaming along
a narrow path of stim-
ulation.
