Sometimes you need something sweet.
Connie pointed to the orange cranberry pastry and paid for her splurge.
Once seated she dipped it in her coffee and took a bite.
Nothing prepared her for the explosion of signals from her tastebuds.
Everyone in her family preferred biscuits, but she would always be team…
Being as hungry as he was, he sat with the menu pondering his options.
It was always tempting to just say, “I’ll have one of everything.”
Silly as that thought was…
Though maybe today was the day to do it.
Really, he had the funds for a once-in-a-lifetime splurge, and this was the right place.
Ordering it all, he made friends sharing all the tapas.
Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.
Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.
A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.
Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.
Always creating for the sake of creation.
Reality bends to accommodate the totality of new imagination generated.
That might be the source of all the dark energy!
The beginning of writing a joke is always hard
Really, the beginning of writing a joke is always hard
It might seem redundant, but the beginning of writing a joke is always hard
Every single time the beginning of writing a joke is always hard
So believe me, the punch line had better be worth it. If not, you have more…
Being sick is always sucky, especially when it’s your stomach and intestines
Listing there aimlessly, hoping for the internal torment to subside
And yet all you can do is moan and hope for a break in your condition
How many times can you count the bathroom tiles?
“So I want to try it before I buy”
“As if! That’s not how this works, Honey.”
“Maybe not usually, but I want to make sure I like it before my purchase.”
“Please! Look. What is there not to like? I promise it will be mind-blowing.”
“Let me just try it for a short little bit. You know they say the customer’s always right.”
“Everyone’s a comedian. Instead of the job you asked for, why don’t you blow off!”
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
An active mind is always trying to find things out
Searching for the answers to all their questions
Knowing that it was an impossible feat but the attempt must be made
How do you get better at something?
Almost always the answer is doing
I have been writing a poem a day for the past nine years
Know that sometimes they were bad, but sometimes they were good
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