Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain
Pushing lead to shoving that escalated from there
Until both idiots were doing a full on scuffle
Now normally I would call for the police to put an end to the altercation
Couldn’t this time, though, since they were two off duty boys in blue
How they explained the black eyes on Monday was going to be interesting
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Reaching out into the crystal blue water
Enticing the multitudes to live among the outstretched fingers
Encircling all in the cycle of life
Frolicking in the changing currents
Silently the sun crosses the deep blue expanse
Keeping the ground below bathed in its warm glow
Yet my fingers and toes don’t feel the love
Being top dog was what she had strived for all her life
Except now she wondered about what the pole position cost her
So she decided that being number one in society wasn’t that important
That being amazing at being herself was worth the real blue ribbon
Sound out as melodious as a bluebird
If not, caw forth like a blue jay
No one will notice if the radio is loud enough
Going down the road on your journey
Everyone is waiting for the election results
Xantax has become the concession of choice as we watch
Purple states become more red or more blue
Leading to highs and lows for both sides
Only at the end of it all
Do we accept the results and figure out what is next or
Everything going to go big boom?
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Racing up through the atmosphere
On a giant plume of flame
Carrying a massive amount of explosive materials
Knowing a single spark in the wrong place could be disastrous
Ending everything in the blink of an eye
That view though, once the blue sky faded, always made it worth it
She wanted to feel special
Puckering up she put on her bright red lipstick
And her dazzling blue eyeliner
Reaching for her glittery teal eye shadow, she applied it liberally
Knowing it was almost time for her date, she began to get excited…
Liam smiled when he saw his twelve-year-old daughter make her entrance
Everything she did shouted how important she was to him. Their dinner together was going to be special.
The whiskey scorched all the way down as he took another swig. He almost fell over as he ground out his cigarette. That brought him face to face with that photo of her in that navy blue dress.
“I can’t believe you’re gone.”
A sob escaped causing him to slump into his recliner.
“We were so good together.”
Putting down the bottle, he picked up her image and gave it a sloppy kiss. He went to put it carefully back down, but instead, he fumbled it. The photo tumbled to the tiled floor, shattering the glass. He groped for the now naked photograph, cutting his hand, but undeterred, he snagged it. He sucked on the blood while staring into the picture’s eyes.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you, hurting me again?”
He picked back up the bottle and pounded what was left. Snatching his lighter he set fire to her visage.
“Fuck!”
He watched her burn, yet even when the flames reached his fingers, he couldn’t let go. Not even when she was just ashes.
“I told you I’d do anything to make you stay.”
He showed his fingertips to the navy blue urn on the bookshelf.
“See, I meant it.”
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