Writing, Ideas, & Stories
IF you thought about someone all day,
would you tell them?
Sweat dripped marathon
on crushed peanuts and
warm beer.
Would you tell them?
Make them lift into the sky
pumping smoke out of their
chest to create white clouds.
If you thought about someone all day,
would you tell them?
Your all I’ve ever wanted
now and back then.
My mama said I should
write you letters.
We never spoke the same
never speaking.
My mama said I should
write love letters.
I’ll write them now-
babe it’s too late.
She has a kid and
a nice guy.
I’ll write them now-
for me.
Blind minds find
shelter
under criticism. Critical
mass solution to blind peers paired
pairing hope and loss.
It wasn’t supposed to blow. Row slow-
ly down towards the solution. Black
sea ~tainted ~drowning
past pairs peeling away
until you reach the end.
A greeting sign that reads
“Free yourself”
Tense, the entrees gathered around without a whisper. Martin wasn’t allowed to follow, waiting in the lobby with the other parents.
A woman, large purple hair and a professors trench coat dragged along the cold tiles. Professor Ivy, Franklin has caught her on the t.v before talking about Pokemon. Red’s friend used to live at her labrototy before moving back home to Kanto Region. Professor Ivy stopped briefly at each participant and whispered and moved along. She made her way quickly and the entrees lingered on her even after she walked past.
“Hello, er Franklin. I’m Professor Ivy and I’ll walk you through the basics and than there will be a short tutorial before the first round begins. I just wanted to make sure the entrees know that the Pokemon that you guys are going to be using live at my lab. They are my family so I want you guys to treat them with care.”
“I understand Professor.”
“Why are you entering Franklin?”
“I need the money for… For my family.”
Ivy surveyed Franklin, “I wish you the best of luck Franklin. For your family.” Professor Ivy walked to the next participant
I can’t remember when it happened.
When I became obliviously cold to the warmth around. When emotion
was an option. I use to be human.
Feeling the air between each strand of hair across my scalp like a childhood memory, it’s unclear.
I can’t remember when it happened.
Bless your soul
your weary tears have traveled
a great distance.
A great feet, no matter how tragic.
The marathon runner they called it.
Shouting from cracked windows
down at busy streets
“You can’t do this”.
Your weary tears have
traveled a great distance
and they’re in the final lap.
Make time.
Craft it in your own two hands.
Be the two hands swaying around in a circle of numbers curing the human of life.
Create time.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Oh, you are the one
i’d need
to fix my wings before takeoff.
Lunchbox
on weekdays
laughs at hand made fix.
Warm milk and soup
on cold days
the worst days.
Smiles away the day before.
Thank you and Happy Mothers Day to all!
Forget the necklace.
You set it down on a unstable table.
The risk were laid out in front of you.
Don’t point fingers, check the mirror and you’ll see.
The drop off
and it will
never
be
found.
Fuck you.
