Writing, Ideas, & Stories
Standing on a pier looking out-
Seagulls crying to another
waves crashing against the rocks and
wood below.
Youth’s flying kites and running along
the sand leaving behind encrusted
prints of where they have been.
Couples slow placing, looking
for the best lighting to share
their pure happiness. Tourist
with their cameras hurrying
to not miss a site.
The man on the pier see’s it all.
Looking down six feet below to
the roaring waves and jumps.
I hurt myself today.
Fell on a pile of stones left
by myself. By myself at a quarry
staring into the sun for fun.
Late for a date I hurt myself.
My mom called it self sabotage
and she prayed for tomorrow.
Praying I don’t visit the quarry again.
It boils in the pit of insecurity
measured on the tip of my tongue.
It won’t, It won’t
fly like the bird I envisioned.
The bird in my dreams that
flies to new heights, through
the atmosphere and seeing the stars.
It hides in its cage. Chained too
my lunges and sings to
itself about the dream it once
had.
Battle the greats and hear they roar,
roar until tomorrow’s sun rise
on their command. The greats
are only for a single sun
for the new is crowned
for the moon. The sun
opens the gate of the mountain
for the greats to walk their final
journey. Transcend into the
god, becoming the gods
in footsteps left behind.
Can’t be afraid to fail
if you want it all.
It read on the tomb
of a sand filled god.
Spears and free folk
rampart the fields over
his dreams. Pools of
sparkling paradise
decorate the edges,
where the free searched.
Blankets tied the edge of the bed
to the ceiling. Wrapped in tied dyed
sheets from the Dollar Tree with
monkies swinging from branch to
branch. We see things different.
Upside down shows us the way
it’s supposed to be. Anarchy and Peace
hold hands skipping to a better
tomorrow. I wish I could of taken that
blue pill sometimes. Sit up straight and
pretend it doesn’t exist.
Chessy Montage in the comments section
the clean streak is over. We’ve seen
the best of the best in highlight form
living the high life before
I know whats next.
Rolling the pair of dice
looking for paradise
matching the asking price
dying on father’s flotation device.
My heart was your shield
the night the pitch forks came.
Into the steamy fields under
blood moon. Their screams
carried deep into the night.
Anger and fear clouded
their humanity, telling them
to burn.
Burn, burn until everything
is blood red. No devil can save you.
Run through the fields
my heart will be your shield
so you can fight for another.
Pinwheeling through it.
Gentle breeze blows the house
to pieces. Your labeled
The Big Bad Wolf.
Pieces will lie on the
cold Earth for an
unmeasurable amount of time
before it heals.
The contractor never
makes eye contact. Shamefully
assembling the remains as
a toddler builds a playhouse.
The pinwheel spins
until the next great gust.
Franklin waited near the cabin for Daisy and Tyler. Vanessa sat near Raichu, never making a glance of interest. As they exited, Daisy and Tyler never made a gesture to her and began walking the trail.
The forest was lively. Pokemon scrambled through the trees, rustling bushes, and trampling leaves.
“Franklin? Have you ever caught a Pokemon? Besides Vulpix,” Tyler said.
Franklin watched the leaves crumble beneath his walked, “No. No just her. I just threw the ball.”
Daisy and Tyler shared a look. Tyler ruffled through his trainer bag and pulled out five Pokeballs, “Here, take these! Mom and Dad bring them for us all the time so I have plenty!”
Before Franklin could deny, Tyler shoved them into his arm, “Also me and Daisy are gonna show you how to catch wild Pokemon!”
Franklin stared at the idle Pokeballs as Tyler rustled up against the bushes. A purple rat snapped at Tyler’s arm and growled at him furiously.
“A Rattata, go Greg,” Tyler said releasing his own Pokeball.
Daisy stood close to Franklin, “Tyler is going to weaken the Rattata. This makes wild Pokemon easier to catch after they have used up most of their energy. We try not to do to much damage though. Fainted Pokemon we would need to take to the Pokemon Center.
“Go, Greg! Confusion.” Purple waves emitted from Greg’s hands stunning the Rattata and sending it on its side.
Tyler took out a Pokeball and threw it at the wild Rattata. The ball consumed the Rattata, one shake. Tyler and Greg watched the Pokeball twitch, waiting. The second shake, Daisy clenched Franklin’s arm. The third shake, the ball’s center circle faded from red to white.
