Poetry · Writing

Hide & Seek

I’ve never been good at seeking.

Stuffed under a rock behind

your mom’s old wagon

was always my first guess.

Running along the padded

bed of roses, never thought

to check further.

Why would anyone go that far?

Hiding was always easy.

You can hide in plain sight,

the seeker never looked to close.

Always in the neighbors backyard

or in the basement under

the ping-pong table.
I was right behind you.

Poetry · Writing

Do you?

I just want to hear it.

Your words stayed on my lips

Everlasting taste stays with me

like you walking with me in

a meadow with two doe’s

side by side.  I think about

that day like it was tomorrow.

That day will play in my brain

like It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas.

You tasted like honey,

was a wonderful day.

Tell me once, and it will be

Christmas,

Do you?

 

Poetry · Writing

Nothing Mountain

King a top the mountain

gate shined bright, blinding

the subjects below. Tears

filled the lake rushing through

the mountain.

The only show of life.

Aluminum and cigarette buds

made most of the layers.

None would venture near,

except the waves of life

dribbling around the edges.

Fish swimming upcurrent

pass the weary travelers

looking for a mountain

to lay a flag.

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 45

Franklin returned Marill to its Pokeball and placed it on his belt Tyler gave him.

Daisy and Vanessa stepped out of the cabin, ready to head into the city for the final day of matches.

The tranquil forest spoke only in bush rattles and trees rustling against the wind. Pidgey’s flew above Franklin and his friends against the wind, headed to the pier, followed by a flank of Spearows. Ahead on the trail, a family of Nidorans, marched across the walking path, deeper into the forest. Franklin felt his fingers curl against Marill’s Pokeball. Franklin eyed, Daisy and Tyler, talking about today’s matches not even looking at the family of Pokemon ahead and above. Franklin rested his fingers and saw Vanessa, itching against Raichu’s Pokeball.

The city charmed the spectators, showing Red’s last battle against Lance over the large screen. Franklin has seen the match at least a hundred times, Daisy and Tyler ran into the crowd to get a closer look.

“What do you think of this match, Franklin,” Vanessa asked. While he’s seen it a hundred time, the analysis was absent.

“I think, Lance gave the win to Red. His Dragonite shouldn’t have been bothered by Red’s Charizard.”

Lance’s Dragonite versus Red’s Charizard was the final battle in their latest rematch, and the most memorable.

Poetry · Writing

Free Falling

Follow me,

will jump off the edge,

hand in hand,

greeting the Earth below.

This reality won’t catch us

won’t support us,

won’t pass the Mic for us

too sing our sorrows.

Maybe I’m just venting,

maybe we should go to a new bar

maybe we should sing karaoke

until the sun comes up.

I wish, I wish

you would carry the courage

too see your worth

know your exact change

it’s a subtle tip

that

I’d catch you.