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  • shegram 126w

    For as long as she can remember,
    her favorite color was blue
    She had different shades of blue
    throughout her room, and closet
    Mother would try to urge some
    purples or yellows, to which she
    was met with temper tantrums
    Millie was perfectly happy in her
    all blue world, and wanted to share
    her happiness with a friend
    This friend made the mistake of
    sitting in Millie's favorite blue chair
    Millie asked him to pick another
    chair, and Billy said, "I want this one,
    orange is my favorite color"
    Millie told Billy he was so silly, cause
    everything in her room was blue
    Uh uh, said Billy, its orange!!!! All the
    other things are not just blue, but pink,
    and yellow, and purple, and even red
    Millie looked confused, and then, crying
    she yelled for her mother!
    Billy didn't know what he did wrong, and
    when mother heard what happened, she
    had to tell Millie that she had a pigment
    missing in her eyes that made everything
    look like light or dark blue, depending on
    the lights, and it couldn't be fixed. Millie
    was always so happy, and mother didn't
    see what harm it could do to let her be
    content with her favorite color, BLUE

    MORAL: Millie was perfectly happy in her
    room full of her favorite, UNTIL she knew
    there were other colors that she would
    never see. IGNORANCE IS BLISS, or,
    What you don't know won't hurt you!

    #ignoranceisblissch, @lexluther913
    Picture credit to rightful owner

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  • lexluther913 126w

    Hello everyone! Hope you’re all having a good day/night!

    I’ve got a new challenge for you all!

    Where ignorance is bliss, Tis folly to be wise. - Thomas Gray

    For this challenge you are to create a poem or story with the theme Ignorance is bliss.

    No deadline

    No word limit

    No winners

    Use #ignoranceisblissch and tag me

    @poetrydelivery @shegram @writersnetwork #ceesreposts

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  • ponygirl913 127w

    Sparkled Simplicity

    I sit in silence as the room fills with people.
    People I know and people I've never seen.
    My Uncle Mael walking back and forth. As he keeps looking at the doors we came in.
    My Dad whispering to others while they "wailed" as he called it. Although I'm unsure what that means.
    My older brother sitting beside me as he keeps looking at me with concern.
    This older boy in a white coat. With this sad look on his face as he walks this way.
    This lady whose all dressed up in a fancy dress with golden shoes.
    Click. Click. Goes the metal of the ladies' shoes as they clashed with the grey tile.
    Bing. Bong. Goes the brown clock that hangs on the pale walls.
    Hum. Hum. Goes the vents that lay resting on the floor.
    Mumble. Grumble. Goes a fancy-dressed man as he silently stares at the fancy-dressed lady.

    What's going on here? A family gathering?

    I was once a very respected man.
    One of great importance and respect.
    But, what's happened tonight for which I can only fault myself.
    I can't continue to be that here tonight.
    All these people are greatly grief-stricken.
    Even those completely unaware as of yet.
    So that is why I shall remain forever indebted to this family.
    Catering to everyone. Even the smallest of children.

    What's going on here? A party?

    I'm not sure what to think here honestly.
    I mean. I'm numb I guess. Am I broken because of this?
    Probably not. I'm just not sad per se. Just worried.
    Addey seems virtually unaffected by this.
    She's probably blissfully unaware of what's happened.
    Even as the gurneys flood the hallways.
    I'm just concerned she'll catch on.
    Her remaining blissfully unaware is for the best.

    What's going on here? A movie?

    My dear Maddie how I hope you're not mad.
    I know that this isn't right nor wrong.
    It shouldn't have gone this way.
    I sh sh-should've been gone first.
    I can't bring you back here.
    I can't pick you up and carry you past the threshold of our house like I did when we were 20.
    I can't stay up until 12:30 helping you with your degree while we ate popcorn and watched The Notebook.
    I can promise you though. I'll watch Addey for you.
    I'll make sure someone truthful will carry her across the threshold of her house.
    I'll see she has memorable moments with all of us.
    I won't let her or anyone forget you.

    What's going on here? Why's everyone sad?

    They say grief and trauma change a person.
    Shapes who they are going forward.
    It was my car that caused this.
    My decision to wear these heels.
    My decision to tell Alec to speed up.
    My decision to tell Alec to run the red.
    My decision to swerve right. Everything was my decision.
    Therefore, I can’t decipher between what’s real and what’s not
    And I will spend years trying to save the only good part of me.
    I will make up for my decisions.
    And forever say sorry to Maddie Le.

    What's going on here? Why are we leaving?

    Riding back to the house.
    Everything looks so surreal.
    Like this is our life.
    Maddie used to be in this life.
    Maddie Le used to be a person, but now she isn't.
    And nobody around me seems to be aware of that.
    That just 4 hours ago
    Mael Watts's twin sister got hit at just 31.
    Andy Le's wife got hit with him unscathed.
    Braden Le is without a mother at just 16.
    Addey Le an Innocent 4-year-old lost her mother.
    And two people are plagued with guilt.
    And yet nobody in the world reacts.

    What's going on here? Why aren't we going home?

    Uncle Mael? Dad? Braden?

    "Where's Mommy at?”
    "Don't worry Addey she'll be back. You just go to sleep."

    Addey smiled before staring out the window.
    As she looked into sparkled simplicity.