She cuddled up to him under the covers
Pulling her body along his to get warm
Outside the wind blew and the cold rain fell
Outside the chaos of jobs and bills demanded attention and yet…
None of that mattered. They were together in that moment
Focusing all his attention on his spaghetti,
Oliver slowly twirled the utensil on top of his spoon,
Revolving strand after strand around their tines,
Knowing that he was breaking his dead Italian grandfather’s heart.
Being a ballerina had always been his dream
Underneath the bright lights, dancing en pointe
Looking into infinity as he bounded across the stage
Knowing he was the center of everyone’s attention
Yet he knew that being a hippopotamus was going to make it difficult
I see you haven’t been paying attention to me.
Give me a break. I always pay attention to you.
No, you’re not. I can prove it.
Okay Ms. Smarty Pants, present your evidence.
Randy, you just told me I could paint a mural on your truck.
Evidently you didn’t know I was secretly hoping you would.
Dumbass, I actually asked you to pass the chips!
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How do I get your attention,
Especially when you are trying to be so busy?
You hear me?
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Perhaps it is beneath your attention
Every cent counts in the long run, though
Now you might not think too much of your copper buddy
Never picking him up when he’s on the ground
Yet imagine the number of thoughts you didn’t buy because of it
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Slipping my voice into projection mode
Heaving my words into the void
Ordering the world to pay attention to me
Understanding that I’m just adding to the cacophony
Though it does make me feel better :>)
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He flew down the street way over the speed limit
And drove through the red light accompanied by a chorus of car horns
Soon he had police cars chasing him from behind
That made him laugh with glee. He loved the attention
Everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame, but he was shooting for thirty
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Oscar proudly walked down the red carpet with Sasha on his arm
Rarely had the whirl of cameras and flashes popping been so soothing to his nerves
Now if it were a normal day he would be duck and covering
Always trying to avoid unwanted attention
Many times it was inevitable and he just had to bite his tongue
Even when the paparazzi grew belligerent
Nearing the head of the line he pasted on his million-dollar smile
The fact he was Sasha’s ‘and one’ never bothered him. He liked being arm candy
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Determined to get one more thing done
Rachel ignored the warning signs and barreled on
If she had just paid more attention
Viewing the road ahead enabled her to achieve above and beyond
Engine light went unnoticed until its prophecy came true
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
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Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
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SkEtChEs of my everyday life through tiny words, artworks, quotes, clips, and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
Never Short On Words 