Nope. I Don’t Take It Seriously At All

I have never written an honest to goodness love poem.

And guess what?

Today was no exception.

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They were soul mates

they would exist for each other, breathe as one,  dream as one

be as one

in this world and beyond

they swore to each other

upon a stack of her fancy underwear that clung to her aged flesh like moss covering a rotting tree

 

And then one day

he chocked to death and she died of fright from the sight of his

blue face and bulging eyes begging her for air, for life,  for her to pickup

the damn phone and call for help.

 

Nobody found them right away.

 

Nobody witnessed their souls

ultimately flying solo from this life

this world

they destroyed together.

 

Unless you count the rats and flies.

 

They saw it all

in the end.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Solo

In My Bones

 

When was the last time I dug a grave

told a joke

baked cookies, frosted a cake, got lost on an adventure?

 

It may have been at the end of last Summer

when the leaves began to fall

and the fires roared up North and the smoke turned the Sun blood red.

 

When was the last time I dressed a corpse

waited for a Doctor to sign a death certificate

had a laugh, braided my hair waited watched a meteor shower with my cat?

 

It may have been at the end of a long ago Summer

when the Sun died for a while

and I heard the dusty ground cry in a relief.

 

When was the last time

I saw the fog creep into the cemetery

down the road from where I live?

I think it will be soon.

I know it must be soon.

I can feel it in my bones.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Illuminate

See You In The Funny Papers

Well Summer, it has been real.

But there are graves to fill and dreams to steal.

I will be back next year to play in the Sun

to lounge at the Beach

and have a little fun.

 

The days are getting to get colder

the nights are going to get longer

and it is now

time for me

dear Humanity

Your devoted friend

The Grim Reaper

to saddle up and visit some of you

sooner rather then later.

 

XOXO

G.R.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Pursue

Seriously? Don’t Do That

 

I have a lot of ideas

but most of them are bad.

Spectacularly, monumentally, Guinness Book of World Records

bad.

I have never run out of bad ideas.

I haven’t even come close.

I think, at least I’m pretty sure they eat my good ideas for dessert.

 

My bad ideas are fat and happy and jolly.

They are like Santa Claus hopped up on too much Hot Chocolate and Christmas candy.

 

I think my ideas are the Walking Dead version of all of those

 good Ideas that have ever crawled out of sane, calm and educated brains.

Most of my ideas involve glow in the dark nail polish, piranhas and yo-yos.

 

You want to hear one, don’t you?

Yeah, that’s how it works.

Let me go get one for you.

 

 

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: AMPLE