Double her melody, but a third higher they said
Under normal circumstances that would have been a cakewalk
Except she found out the person she was singing with was Mariah Carey
That meant either she needed to find another octave in range or have a car hit her so she could get out of it
Didn’t have any time to recharge, so down went another bottle of caffeine and sugar
Really, sleep was in order, demanded even, but she ignored it
As she had too much to do and way too little time to get it all done
It would have made her cry, except after fifteen years of doing this, this was normal
Now if she had only believed her mother before she had become a mother herself…
The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
They were always looking for a place to settle down in
Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey
It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch
But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter
Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…
Sometimes it’s those flukes of luck that change the world
Everyone thinks it is greatness, but so much is being in the right place at the right time
Realizing that you are in that moment for a reason
Engaging in what needs to be done to create your new normal
Now sometimes it is pure happenstance
Dumb luck if you will
It can be such a blessing
Perhaps it was more than that, though
It was a break waiting for you to come along to happen
That you were, for that moment in time, the chosen one
You just need to accept the honor
Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion
Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows
Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat
As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path
That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop
Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.
Watching you do even more stupid things
Ordinarily wouldn’t bother me
Really. I am so used to your floundering about it’s become normal
Rarely can you take your idiocy to new heights
Yet here we are and now I….
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Putting her hands somewhere was always a chore
Obviously, she could just leave them at her sides. That would be normal
Carry a purse to bring small change and a set of keys. You know the usual
Keep some spare currency tucked away with the girls Happens all the time.
Everything is done to preserve that everyday hourglass silhouette.
Too bad she was more of a digital watch girl.
So that’s why she wore jeans today since they have…
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And this is the new normal?
Can’t we come up with something a bit better?
Create a tomorrow that makes yesterday seem like the Middle Ages
Except some pine for that yesterday
Pulling that familiar close to their bosom
The unknown is just too much to …
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