Reaching for the door he stumbled and fell
Under his prone body, the earth danced and shook
Maybe it was the rum shots of rum, but he then saw a painting fall
Being of not-so-sound mind, he laughed at the irony
Liquid courage surged through his veins as he managed to stand again
Except that’s when the house fell around him, so he joined it and cried.
Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him
It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe
Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance
Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold
Breathing in sync with the bass drum
Every nerve on fire with the energy of the guitar solo
As her feet began to move to the groove
That was a problem when she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror
Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break
Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues
And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other
So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands
That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other
It was inspirational to view, to feel
Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?
Outside she was closed, boarded up with locks and everything
People passing by saw there was absolutely no way in
Except that one guy that came by every day and sat there and listened
Now they are each other’s happily ever after
Cussing like a drunken sailor that stubbed his toe on the anchor chain of some 18th century Caribbean pirate boat
Rachel made all of the people around her blush almost redder than her flame colored locks
All anyone thought of the diminutive woman was how cute and childlike she was
So when she showed her ability to adult like some of the most depraved adults that ever adulted
So many people swore they never saw it coming.
Stories and photos from Scotland
A paper-cut survivor
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
AUTHOR
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Never Short On Words 