Outside, the darkness was pierced by the full moon
Making the fallen leaves look hauntingly surreal
It was then we she heard the sound of something approaching
Nearer it got, the faster it seemed to be moving, the louder it became, the harder her heart beat
Old primal fears rose from the depths of her hindbrain. She began to flee the sound
Undulating ground eventually caught her foot causing her to sprawl to the ground
Still, the sounds were getting closer, faster, louder.
So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices
High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers
Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs
Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left.
She wasn’t going to be late to the party. Men!
Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion
Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows
Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat
As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path
That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop
Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.
Making passionate love to my soul
Under the vibrating cones of the massive speakers
Sound crashing out in waves and washing over me
It transports me to a place of tranquility
Carrying the problems of the world away for a small bit of time
Hoping they wouldn’t find you as you snuck into the graveyard.
It might be foolish to go there during a zombie apocalypse, but…
Days had gone by since it had started. This might be the safest place.
Except you didn’t expect there would be late risers!
Being with you is one of the best things in my life
Under the full moon, with mischief on our minds
Doing deeds we will never talk about unless copious amounts of alcohol are consumed
Determined to make our mark on this world
You know, like the tatts we gave each other
Reducing the document to confetti
It made her feel so good to be finally free
Perhaps leaving the remnants of their marriage certificate on his grave was a bit petty, but he wasn’t going to hurt her ever again
Delving deep into the vowels of the earth
It made her happy with all the ease
Groans escaped from her girlfriend at the inhumane punnishment
Cuisine so fine that that it demanded to be taken out for a dinner date
He showered her with flavors that were tart, sweet, salty, and spicy
Everything balanced to a perfection, a true masterpiece of culinary art
Food may be temporally empheneral, but the memories of that meal will be eternal
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So there you are, lying in the dark
Looking for sweet oblivion, but the only oblivion you’ve seen lately was on a milk cartons
Every minute seems like an hour
Every hour seems like days
Punishing your snooze button when the alarm startles you awake moments after you finally fell
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