Have you ever walked on bubbles?
Popping ignites shakey imagery
on faulty tears. The leer of your
love, explosive in a biome of
imagination, fear of falling
through tangent glass until tomorrow.
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Knapping
Craddled features of
yips designed into stone.
Fallen tails of legends
tales designed into stone.
Four father’s watch the creators
tomb designed into stone.
The Arch’s of deities crisp
on mountain tops
crop top
above volcano stomps
the land below
designed into stone.
Dillian
The timeline is shattered.
You were supposed to ask Susy.
Not Dillian, Dillian?
Nobody even likes Dillian,
but she is going with him
because you didn’t show
the courage. Dillian?
That guy? Your better than Dillian.
It’s cool. All we gotta do is
make Dillian disappear.
Yeah yeah it’ll be easy,
just a slip down the stairs.
Slip Lax into his lunch
can’t go if he’s shitting
his brains out. Or.
Or I’ll kidnap him
Yeah it’ll be easy, steal mom’s
car, pick him up, dump
him at the lake.
Fuck Dillian.
Susy doesn’t even like
Dillian. I’ll just go
with her sister. Get her
pregnant and get back at
her that way. Take Dillian
eh? Fuck Dillian.
Can’t go if I drowned him.
Oh shit it’s seven o’clock
Mom? Can we go now?
Trainer Orange Ep. 30
Trainers flooded the entrance.
“Martain! Hey, dad?” Franklin scurried through the crowds.
“Hey, Franklin we can’t look for much longer. Our matches are gonna start soon,” Vanessa reminded.
Franklin’s paniced expression warped into determination.
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The crowd erupts to the voice of the play by play analyst.
“Round thirty-two’s will begin! After today we will have eight remaining!”
“First match of the day, our defending champ, our electric lady, Vanessa!”
Vanessa graced steps echoed the crowds roars as the spotlight followed her light work.
“Her opponent, you know him well, the mind-reader, Max!”
The max chant stormed the stadium like a lighting storm.
“Wow a rematch of last year’s finals,” Daisy whispered. “Get him big sis!”
Max white boots clacked along the stadium floor, his long white scarf dangled to his heels, and his usual showsmanship, floated three Pokeballs above his fingers.
The referee didn’t say a word and lifted his hand, the signal.
Max moved first, “It’s an Exeggcute!”
Exeggcute was a peach Pokemon, six peach eggs with different expressions and eye movement.
Vanessa returned serve, “Ah a Voltorb!”
Voltorb, looked like a Pokeball. Top red and bottom white with a large grin and sharp eyes.
“And the battle is on its way!”
The Road Less Traveled
the high road they called it.
Speaking theory and false
idols they called it.
Beseeched a cast off to the
watery bin marked Wilson.
Ruling side by side on an island.
Heavenly winds cross along
their finger tips. Cool waves
gently brush against their timid
hides. Ooh paradise tasted like
Margarita’s.
Until the waves ran dry. The wind’s
blades cut like a guillotine.
Window showers pass the road
only to find themselves on
an island.
Trainer Orange Ep. 29
-Sea of golden flakes dropped from the sky, surrounding barring dipped from rainbow tastings. Wind currents shook the flakes around on miniture hurricanes surrounding Franklin.
The magestic bird whore red and white feathers, golden talens with a matching crown on her brow. Deep emerald eyes stared Franklin deep into the earth, shrunk to a bust bunny on her majastey’s will.
The large Pokemon cried and flapped into the sun, leaving behind a rainbow trail with every flap.-
“Thee end. What did you think Franklin?’
“Awesome, mom!” Does Ho-Oh only show herself to strong trainers?”
“No my sweet boy never.” Franklin’s demeanor shrieks to match his stature.
“She will only appear for the best.”
~
Franklin recalled that story as Vanessa chased her younger siblings. A true vision of greatness, landing, commading only the greatest. Rumors Red met her, Franklin watched Vanessa closely. Watching her clothes swing goldenly.
Rough amongst Diamonds
Field tested stone washed soles
walk the bloody truth.
Nights of transmute and
conversion into something
greater.
They laughed at your cries
of possibilities of tomorrow.
Now they stumble on the
cores you left behind.
No one
is unique.
Transferred overnight
and left in the Terminal.
Perfect dissolves into normal,
now, we are all super.
Trainer Orange Ep. 28
Daisy followed her own tracks back to her home.
Thunder struck the earth sending a tremble below Franklin’s feet. Daisy relieved herself of grief and rushed to the epicenter. Franklin followed close, watching the sky slice into pieces by thunder. The roof of the cabin sinked into visibility and Vanessa’s battle. Her Raichu stood strong in front of a trio of uninvited guest.
Two men returned feinted Pokemon to their respective balls. The third, Franklin stared at intensely. The man who confronted Julia after their battle.
“You can leave now,” Vanessa demanded.
“Oh dearest, I’ll be back and next time, you won’t be able to refuse.” The three men walked into the forest as the older man gave Franklin a smirk.
Tyler revealed himself behind the door and approached Vanessa as Daisy did.
“It’s about time we go, guys. The next round will start soon!” Tyler and Daisy’s face vanished into the cabin with their bodies trotting behind. Vanessa recalled Raichu,
“You recognize that man. Didn’t you, Franklin?” Franklin could only muster a nod similar to Julia.
Vanessa turned her back to Franklin and began to walk into the cabin,
“Just… just stay away from him.”
Franklin stood in the chirping forest amongst thunder craters.
Ideologue
Fluent moderate could compose.
Lacking direction
a sense of where she is going
or where she should.
Standing on the map of
her district, borderline.
Raised to look left, yet,
right thee tempted dangle
in a web of their own doing.
The fluent moderate could
weave the purest silk. Tied
individual too the post
of her own accord.
Gripping Identity
She whispered in my dreams
“Live.”
Attempting to shatter these
invisible shackles from an
unhabbited being. Have I
been walking with these
my whole life? The lens
she gripped with her cream
palms brewed color streams
together like Skittles.
I need to taste that rainbow.
Been too naive for rudimentary
it’s elementary my dear Watson,
Live.
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