Writing, Ideas, & Stories
The black panther lives in the rainforest.
This is the home of Faith.
The promising work of a florist.
Home forever even as a wraith.
Enchanting the world with sunny kisses.
Always with you like a reprise.
True nature’s cheery missus.
In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.
Her beauty undeniable by all.
All wanted to see what she could achieve.
Impossible to foresee thee befall.
This panther bows as she takes her leave.
All panthers ache and weep.
Rest now in your beauty sleep.
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.
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.
