Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
Don’t tell me what to say
Unless you think you have your hand up my ass
My maker gave me a mouth, and I damn well will use it myself
Maybe you can make others turn their heads and move their arms to your whims
Yet you will never make me your wood-headed puppet, you ….
So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”
He didn’t dignify her with a response.
“Really? You don’t want to say anything?”
It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her
Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her
Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!
“Look, it’s true what they say about… you know.”
“Except I don’t know. Please educate little ol’ me.”
“Not on your life! If you don’t know, well then all the better.”
“Good grief! Be a man and tell me.”
“That would be funny if it wasn’t so ironic.”
“How come? Telling me would be such a… small thing.”
That first time my lips grazed yours
How my world changed forever
Racing hearts beating together
It left me dizzy and short of breath
Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again
Loving that hit of raw adrenaline
“Stuff like this yarn makes the entire universe.”
“That is total bull and you know it!”
“Really? And what makes you such an expert, do you do physics?”
“I know something much better than physics that tells me that’s a lie.”
“Never going to believe you, but why don’t you tell me.”
“Given that cats exist, and if the universe is made of yarn stuff, why haven’t cats unraveled everything?”
“So you know what, you may be on to something.”
“Could you tell me about your day, but make sure it’s not something I care about.”
“How about I expound about memes, but without me giving you the picture.”
“Ah, that might work, but can you mention random people I don’t know for context?”
“That would be peachy! Thank you for such a wonderful conversation.”
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So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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