Poetry · Writing

What If

You shouldn’t

but

you can’t help it.

What if you called

what if you came over for dinner

what if you weren’t so scared.

What would tomorrow have been?

Would you have stayed the night

would have made breakfast

would you have called tomorrow?

What if you gave it chance.

It’s not healthy, I know,

I just can’t help give it a second thought

or maybe three.

Looking at your number in my phone

wondering if you were doing the same.

It’s not healthy, I know,

prone to question

what would have been.

 

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 44

Marill strutted in front of Franklin, tail raised high into the air.

“This is weird, Franklin. Marill is really calm. Even after being caught. It’s like she doesn’t know or just doesn’t care.” Franklin heard everything Tyler was saying, yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off his new friend.

Vanessa sat outside with Raichu, watching the sun rise. Raichu locked eyes with Marill and sparked her cheeks and clutched her fist. The electric surge crawled up and around the cabin, rising Franklin’s hair on his arm. Marill cowered and curled her body into a ball before the frightening Raichu.

Franklin ran in front of the ready electric mouse, “Stop, Raichu! Marill is with me!” Vanessa rested her hand on her sparking companion’s shoulder and she halted her electric stream.

Franklin watched Vanessa’s palm lift from Raichu, clean and unchanged. Vanessa walked over to the turtle Marill and brushed her fur. Marill jumped from her cocoon and brushed against her hand.

Poetry · Writing

Green Eyed Angel

Slowly down the steps,

I saw her.

Each step,

a wonder. The red dress

covered her long legs,

shinning from the moon light

drawn to her. Long hair

waving along her side,

envying the intimacy.

I couldn’t move.

The shine from the blue

sparkled, but the green,

the green

reached for my heart,

and sang.

In false command,

praying for pause

anything but ephemeral

reaching for words,

stumbling for syllables.

You are beautiful.

Whispering to me,

you are the first.

 

 

Poetry · Writing

The Grand Quest

For some

it doesn’t come 

in an envelope through 

a mail slot.

Didn’t show up

on our doorstep

engraved in evlen

and a large white hat.

Someone didn’t save

you from sand people

in the dune with tales

of your father.

The beginning moment

is shrouded in history,

unavailable until the peek.

Till the curtains are drawn.

A moment all reach and pass

without a second glance, 

shadowed beauty 

with a yellow umbrella. 

Will scour the books,

together.

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 43

“Franklin!”

“Franklin, wake up!”

Franklin rose slowly, the window was edged open, “Common, Franklin, lets do some early hunting,” Tyler said with eager in his eyes.

The sun followed Tyler as he walked into the forest, far ahead of Franklin. Bushes and trees rustled along the walking path.

“Tyler, where are we going?”

“Going to catch a Pokemon today, today feels good!”

Tyler stepped lightly through bushes and around trees. He held a Greg in his hand, awaiting a feral Pokemon.

Franklin watched Tyler, emulating his movements, trying not to scare away anything.

The bush, it rustled adjacent to Franklin. His head bolted, waiting for another sign of life. It shook again. Blue highlighted ears flung above the bush and a round tail emerged around the other side.

Tyler turned and made eye contact with Franklin, and saw the bush move a third time. Tyler nodded at Franklin vigorously and pointed at the bush. Franklin reached for a Pokeball and dropped it on the Pokemon’s head. Large red light took Franklin’s eyes for a shock and swallowed the mysterious one.

Tyler rushed over and peered into the bush, watching the Pokeball shake until the middle ring halted and turned white. Tyler picked it up,

“You caught it, Franklin, must have taken it by surprise. Lets see what it is!”

Franklin picked up the ball, and released it.

“Franklin, that’s a Marill!” Marill had round blue ears, and a round blue body with a white belly and a jagged tail with a sphere blue ball at the end. Marill looked around confused and tired.

Poetry · Writing

Building Blocks

Stacked to the nine

brave being climbing the 

scales, passed the fine line.

Passed expectations and morale

precense, he there to be the best.

Two strides high, the edge is here,

succeed where you have failed they

told him and he climbed to the highest.

Falling was faster than climbing.

Air speed through the ear,

shattered the drums

solo.

Poetry · Writing

Trapped

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.

Poetry · Writing

Blanketed Diner

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?

 

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 42

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.