Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations
As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew
It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall
Nothing could ruin his mood now
This is where all his mistakes were opportunities
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.
So she looked at all of those diamonds
Perhaps it would be best to fold and give up, but then what would that accomplish
All she knew was she had a chance, so she went all in
Dealer put down the river and she knew she was flushed
Even though diamonds are a girl’s best friend, she was happy with a ….
Couldn’t spend his money fast enough
All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday
So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed
He looked to his mom. She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?
She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern
Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage
Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides
After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished
Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow
Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him
Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy
As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts
Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more
Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom.
Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat
Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy
Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation
Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her
Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear
Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and
That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court
Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”
Cutting out moments in time
Licking and sticking them into her memory
It made her happy collating all of them
Putting the rest of the dross in the recycle bin
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