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.
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Poem 26
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.
Portals
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.
Portland
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.
Tragedy
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.
Our Land
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.
Use Me
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.
Sapphire V3
Downed the wildest bottle
filled of tonight’s wonder.
Singing the greatest song
my ears have ever heard.
I’ll be your everything, it’s
now or later she said. I
believe every word that
comes from her lips. You
your rhythm your going
to be my everything.
Trial and Error
The loss crawls over me
like the hand of the reaper,,
he comes for me. Slips into
my dreams, night terror,
monster under my bed
Mike Wazowski
took the night off.
The next day’s morning
glare wards off the sickly beast.
Left under the horizon
they’ll stay, forgotten
in the success of the
next.
Trainer Orange Ep. 41
Micheal staggered, watching the referee make the call, “Geodude is unable to battle, Franklin wins this round.”
Franklin heard the mixed cheers and Daisy screaming louder than everyone else. Martin couldn’t meet Franklin’s glare, only the aisle where his feet rest.
Vanessa stood in the corridor barely visible with her arms crossed never taking her eyes off Franklin.
Franklin readied his next, “Ponyta!” Michael followed, “Wooper!”
Vanessa showed life with a nod of disgust and a savage bite on her bottom lip. Franklin realized this match was rigged, all the type match-ups are in Michael’s favor.
“Begin!”
“Go, Wooper, Water Gun!” The light blue small Pokemon inhaled deeply and shot a stream of water towards Ponyta.
The flaming horse whinnied and dashed to the right leaving the water jet to splash into the first row.
“Ponyta, Quick Attack!” The flaming pony blitzed towards the unprepared water Pokemon sending him to the soft Earth arena.
“Wooper, stand up!”
“Another, Ponyta!” The horse only appeared as a blur dashing across the battlefield, greeting the opponent Pokemon with her engulfed mane.
Wooper’s eyes swirled around, unable to stand. “Wooper is unable to continue, Ponyta, and Frankin is the winner!”
Franklin returned Ponyta and embraced the sudden change in the crowd. Vanessa with the largest grin and her brother and sister cheering above their seat only Martin was absent.
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