Didn’t know that I’d fall so hard Then my feet left the ground Gravity don’t make no sense when you’re around I come up against myself when Demons in my head get loud I don’t know how you do it, but you turn them down
I slip and wonder who I’d be If I never found you and you never found me Well, I don’t wanna see
So won’t you give me tonight And the rest of your life? I wanna have it all with you I wanna have it all with you
And when you open your eyes I’ll be there by your side I wanna have it all with you I wanna have it all with you
‘Cause your love is biblical Biblical, it’s biblical
If you evеr go to pieces Fall between thе thunder clouds I will put you back together, I won’t let you down
I slip and wonder what I’d do If you never found me and I never found you I don’t know what I’d do
So won’t you give me tonight And the rest of your life? I wanna have it all with you I wanna have it all with you
And when you open your eyes I’ll be there by your side I wanna have it all with you I wanna have it all with you
I wanna have it all I wanna have it all I wanna have it, I wanna have it all ‘Cause your love is biblical It’s biblical, it’s biblical
So won’t you give me tonight And the rest of your life? I wanna have it all with you I wanna have it all with you
So come on and give me tonight And the rest of your life I wanna have it all with you I wanna have it all with you
And when you open your eyes I’ll be there by your side I wanna have it all with you I wanna have it all with you
‘Cause your love is biblical It’s biblical, it’s biblical
The waitress walked over to my table, leaned over, and whispered in my ear, “If you want to stay alive, you need to leave immediately.”
“Isn’t it “come with me if you want to live?” Joe laughed at the waitress’s request. Thinking it all a joke, Joe stopped smiling when a burly man with a shotgun burst into the diner and yelled, “nobody move, this is a stickup!”
Joe couldn’t help himself and blurted out, “oh come on, that’s the oldest line in the book!” The rest of the diners looked at him, incredulous.
“Shut up, you moron,” yelled a punkish teen at the counter. The burly man let a few bullets fly into the air and even Joe cowed, and set his wallet and watch on the table.
Whatever phase you choose to write about her in, just make sure the literal word moon is somewhere in your 44-word poem.
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The moon, it said, waxing poetic Relying on it shows your aesthetic Take your chance with nightly crescents Luna might be effervescent Sliver of silver serene Reflecting glow, the ring’s sheen Pose the question,‘tis tradition A heavenly answer completes your mission. (A moon’s admission)
The moon illuminates the woman entering the stone bridge, seeming to reflect upon her sadness. A roll of tears sweep down her cheek, visceral feelings obvious in the dimmed light. A few lotus blossoms grace the dark water and the woman thought it fitting as she would soon join them. A bicycle rider on his way home from work spies the woman, sensing her intent and began pressing his phone to call 911 and then flicked the small bell on his handlebars. He couldn’t reach her in time but hoped to cause a distraction till help arrived.
Plans began with finding a cabin in the middle of nowhere where a loud noise would not bother anyone. The location supposedly for a rebirth of their relationship was perfect. When she drugged his wine last night to make sure he slept soundly, she fixed the deathly device.
Her footsteps carefully quiet, and using his flashlight, she found the shelf. He was many things, but always consistent. She placed the small part of C-4 under the shelf holding the chainsaw. Rigging a pressure plate fuse so as soon as the saw was lifted it would explode, was easy. If somehow it did fail to explode, she had a wifi link on her computer to ensure it would go off. Thinking it was a bit extreme even for her, she was practiced and ready. He had broken her heart like all the others and now he would pay; marriage number four.
She sat back, laptop open and ready just in case. She knew this morning he would use the chainsaw to cut up the fallen tree. The storm and heavy rain had knocked down the old tree out front and that’s when she got the chainsaw idea. It was easy this time.
The vision is not as clear as you might expect. There is still time to fight the good fight. Not every person standing on a podium is corrupt as media outlets profess. Seek out your local choices and give support. Write letters, make phone calls, talk to influencers. We all need to take part.
Because of the fire, bright flames caused them to be temporarily blind. Trapped in a tunnel with fire closing the only way out, there was no escape. He pressed his lips against her forehead and felt her body fall against him. They would forever lose each other here and he asked the stars why they had not pitied them and let them find a way out. Clinging to each other they were silent as glass shattered and burning flames surrounded.
The Bag Lady 
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