Writing, Ideas, & Stories
He once told me the sky was green.
I never questioned him and
without a grain of doubt
behind his trusting grin
I never thought to.
He once told me the world was flat.
Bare footed walks along the
ocean side watching the waves
peak across my toes
before it drowned over the edge.
He once said I would die alone.
Clenching knee’s
drifting into an ocean of sorrow
waiting for the sky
to revert to ocean blue.
We couldn’t make it across the canal.
Waves tossed our tiny canoe before,
before sinking.
The ocean wasn’t always the terror.
The cool calmness sheltred our
boat along the icy tides.
Similiar to before we got on.
The dry lands fuled our
adventure, we didn’t know
it would be our last.
Stampede the living and
forgive the dead.
The brilliant came up short
in a foot race for discovery.
We failed as a team.
Pacing a baton one by one
even though the end was near.
I’ll never forget that race.
We came to destroy each other
and left hand in hand.
If I take away anything,
I can speak from the heart.
Watched it burn down to the end
and let the hose fall.
They said no one was left inside.
Truly left burned
we said quiet prayers
until the end was the beginning.
We never had a chance to clear the air,
before beating flames
and sacred ashes.
Morning peeked over the cabin. Franklin arose slowly as the rays kissed his cheeks. Vanessa and her family weren’t in the room when his bare heels touched the cold wood. Out the window, the forest slowly consumed and sun, chasing the shadows over the quiet ridge beyond the reach of the sun.
Vanessa slept on a fallen log covered by a sun beat blanket. Raichu lined up along a crippled tree, sparks exploded from her fist, charged and leaped striking the tree. The now broken tree collapsed softly into the Earth, never waking Vanessa.
The living room was full of Pokemon. Greg and Daisy among others that Franklin has never met. Daisy and Tyler worked silently together, making chow of bliss. The aroma lifted the room and the Pokemon huddled close to Daisy and Tyler hoping for an early taste, never waking Vanessa.
Fresh air blew the twigs from the recently shattered tree around like leaves in autumn. Raichu sat near Vanessa, quietly watching over her. Pokemon chirped overhead in passing, Raichu’s focus never wavered, she turned to the logs and lifted it towards a stacking pile, never waking Vanessa.
We passed on secret notes
steamed in begging flames
struck with forbidden steel
forged into gold names.
Aim to stick the landing
we never focused on the take off
your form was left wanting
the stairs you took we’re shaped by the greats before you.
Did you send a prayer to the god’s?
The old and the new.
They warranted your return
and you didn’t listen.
“Wow, Franklin! Your last battle was amazing! When your Slowpoke took that Growlithe by surprise,” Greg said reminiscing on the day.
“Greg, leave Franklin alone. We still couldn’t find his dad or Vanessa,” Daisy intervened.
Greg halted in mid speech and looked at the pale moon.
Crowds exited the busy stadium and dispersed into the streets. Daisy and Greg led the way through the forest, the same path Vanessa led them on only a day before.
The hoot’s were non existent. The moon illuminated the earth below the trainers feet.
“Daisy, look,” Greg said pointed to the sparks shooting into the sky.
Greg and Daisy shared a look and continued on as the sparks burst through the sky like an electric knife through the moon above.
Vanessa stood with her face covered with a hood and her Raichu shocking a straw filled dummy. The dummy showed small burn makes being replaced by new ones with each bolt from the mouse.
Daisy and Greg didn’t approach her and walked into the cabin leaving Franklin behind. Suddle whimpers came from the hood and Raichu placed his small yellow hand in hers.
Word to the wise fell on swollen time.
Years wasted in your corridor waiting,
waiting for you to answer the phone.
Waiting for you to write the letter,
a reminder of the words;
we will leave this corridor together.
The older man sat among henchman waiting around for orders, than it rings,
“Boss?”
“Across the way, is the tournament going the way I want it.”
“Yes, boss, we are going to aquire the location.”
“Don’t mess this one up, Taylor. There is no room for error.”
The pause and quick breathes from Taylor air over the line was disturbed again,
“Taylor, I need that location under Rocket control. I’ll be in touch.”
The click and the dial tone echoed through the pitch black room.
“What did the boss say,” a henchman muttered.
Taylor, rose from the chair,
“Master Giovanni wants the tower. We will give him the tower. Make sure we win that tournament.”
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