The swing sways away from the sunset
Rock into the night swing set
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
The swing sways away from the sunset
Rock into the night swing set
Always check your corners.
They could be there without warning
ready to pounce
ready to strike
in a blink of the night
it begs for a kiss
on feral skin.
Shapeless and nameless
stalking like the king of the jungle
where will you go?
Fight or flight
fears will always find you.
Lack of information guides
Vaugeness
Into wild jungles
In the back of our skulls.
Filled maps detour through caverns
Of detailed records of our transactions
From the past.
The other path.
The jungle lives in the deepest part
Of your map;
The map left
Untouched.
Chaos Control
is a Shadow or a myth.
Chaos and control are opposites,
yet, they cannot exist without one another.
Chaos Control
a hedgehog once said
to understand chaos without control
is too read chapter two before one.
Too watch the sequel before the first.
Chaos Control.
Rays peaked through Franklin’s curtains creating a glow off the Premier Ball. Franklin’s dad left his backpack slightly open next to his new sleeping friend. Curled up tight in a ball, Vulpix rested on her sleeping pillow breathing slowly. The light touched the tip of Vulpix’s nose as Franklin scratched behind her ear. Vulpix slowly wrestled awake and stared at Franklin without a blink. Franklin picked up his backpack and recalled Vulpix into the Premier Ball. The lone picture frame of Franklin’s parents remained on the table, the three of them stood at the pier of Sunburst Island. The last day Franklin would see his mom before she went on her adventure.
Franklin’s dad stood just outside the front door leaving a stretch of sunlight imprinting on the wooden floor. A hand full of feed for Dad’s friend, the only Pokemon he’s not afraid of.
“Ready, son?”
Franklin stood backpack and Premier ball at hand, ready for the beginning of an adventure.
Valencia Island was fresh in March. The wind salt breeze didn’t carry a lot of bird Pokemon so dad never freaked out for Caterpie. The Jones next door weren’t home, yet, their Dodou sat under a tree behind a wooden fence. Dad thinks if the Dodou ever got free it would eat his Caterpie. He made the Jones’s build the fence just in case. They went to Tangelo Island often for supplies since the general store on Valencia is still closed.
“I wish your mom was here to walk you through this.” Dad stared empty, searching for answers that he didn’t have.
“I have to do this dad. I’ll find her.” The stare resumed and he quietly turned around heading towards the pier.
The pier was close to our home. Seagulls swarmed around fighting crabs not wanting to be the next meal. The ferry slowed into the aged pier to a halt. The Jones’s exited the ferry and sluggishly walked towards us.
“Hey, Martin.”
“Felix, Julia, shopping?”
“Yeah and Tina needed a new bow for Dodou.”
Tina couldn’t help but stare at the Premier ball clutched. Tina and Franklin were about the same age but Tina’s parents liked Pokemon. Tina spent a lot of her time with Dodou.
“Are you leaving, Franklin?” Tina asked.
“Yes, I need to find my mom.”
Tina stared down and walked with her parents off the pier. The captain stood where the Jones’s did. The captain was a tall man with a hairy chest and his hat was falling off.
“Ye reedy to set off Martin. Sire ss inna good mood. The ocean calls to meh.”
His buddy Pokemon stood behind him, a blue slippery creature with a wide flat tail and a dull face.
“Yes captain we are ready to set off to Tangelo Island.”
The wind brushed against the sand over the crabs and against the captains boat and into the ocean blue. The captain and his Pokemon returned to S.S. Sire and the ferry was ready to depart.
truly untitled
Your slate is cleaned
Freshly washed
Fresh out the box
Not a single stroke of a brush
Upon a muse.
Be there when I wake up
Breathe the words I cannot say
Fill empty dreams of a future I never believed in
Unless your there when I wake up.
Tonight is the night beneath moxie stars
Tracing the future with your fingers.
Night of constellations shaping
Cheap beer and a dented pick-up truck.
Mapping the path you wish to take
Hoping too take
Before
The night ends
The stars will show me.
Ignite the flame under your ass
Get up it’s hot
Motivation to the max
Maximum effort
It’s not gonna get done
Without a little effort
With all your effort
A spit shine shines the brightest.
Crushed berries
Mixing into drinks
Serving two hundred a night.
Crushed silence
Echoing through deliquent halls
Serving one hundred a night
Maybe one or two more
Maybe only one
Screaming into darkness
Thousand nobodies turn their heads
Blinking mildly to fear scoped eyes.