Chucking the little black nuggets onto the embers of the fire and soon they burst into flame
Outputting more heat to warm up the chilly cabin
And to think people called him a dinosaur when he burnt his favorite fuel
Look, he was just freeing his spiritual ancestors’ souls in exchange for warmth
Finding memories strewn along the river of life
Only they were not yours, but do you really care?
Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist
Generating new recollections resonating inside your head
Echoing emotional reverberations
That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …
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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.
Heatwave sent summer shimmers flowing down the black pavement
Yet those crashing waves offered no respite from the oppression
Determined to find relief, she struggled with the large retaining nut
Realizing it was too tight, she called out for help
And yet no one came to the rescue because a firetruck came around the corner
Now she was scared that she was going to be in big trouble for even considering such a thing
That was assuaged when they pulled out an even bigger wrench and viola the water flowed
Sold that ratty old thing on the black market
Of course they didn’t realize what they were getting
Until they took possession. Buyers beware.
Leaving my red haired head, cracked halo, and broken black wings one PlayStation 5 richer.
Liquid rock sprinkles fell down from above
And where it landed, flames erupted
Voluminous black smoke billowed skyward
Ash rained for miles, drenching the earth in foulness
Heavy thoughts weighed her down
Entrapping here emotions in a depressive black hole
Finding herself unable to escape its impetuous gravitational pull
That was until she finally drank her coffee
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Perhaps he should just conform to the pirates’ code
And just wear the basic black
That would make things so much easier
Considering how much he loved to stand out, though
He put back on the rhinestone studded one, even though it hurt because it looked fabulous!
Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy
Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before
And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight
Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though
It kept her rooted firmly on the ground
That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder
Yielded the same result. She never left her personal black hole
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