Writing, Ideas, & Stories
I didn’t know
until you weren’t here.
The color was always on
my pallet, accentuate,
me.
I was selfish with the color,
ran dry,
moving oceans painted red
bleeding through the canvas
onto my knees. Traded
brush
for pity.
Never been
to the bottom
of the bottle.
I believe in you,
the ball drops to the Earth.
The eyes fall below the group
a tear sinks to the Earth,
I shouldn’t be this distraught,
I tried.
I’ve studied long enough
to know
that the Chemistry
isn’t the only ingredient.
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?
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.
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.
I wanted
everything.
Mostly,
I wanted to know
what was dancing
on your mind.
Seems like
a life time ago,
I don’t know
if I remember the steps.
Was it right before
or right now?
It doesn’t matter.
I just want
too see you
close
that is everything.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Saint's Muse 