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.
Looking for that little bit more
I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone
Making me breathe harder, faster
It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall
Then I break through that ceiling. On to that next level.
Evaluating his writing decisions
Dan sat there with his red pen and whisky bottle
It was too long before both were empty
That was when the flames in the fireplace grew larger
Stripes of red and yellow paired with polka dots
That were purple and orange
Yelled out loud that she had entered the room
Leaving no doubt in her confident defiance of the norms
Everyone envied Grandma’s audacity
Ruddy eyes peering at the monitor without understanding
Everything inside his head was going up in flames
Destroying his rosé wine high
Dawn was something he despised like the plague
And so when those red rays encroached upon the horizon
Yoseph gave it two middle fingers before continuing his work
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?
Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind
Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming
That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood
Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible
Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse
So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring
The snow soon covered up the red stain
Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers
It had started so simply that morning
Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window
Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail
Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog
Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther
That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching
It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere
Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle
Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning
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 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
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