Writing Challenge # 34
 

I hope you've been enjoying your week - Here we go!





Good luck!

Grumbling in the back of my mind
some desire to be filled
dont even care about what kind
just want the need killed

First some words of disagreement
The dance of discovery begins
Take notice of what is said and seen
Telling jokes and secret sins
A picture's worth a thousand words
But sometimes only one
When eyes have met
Through technology's lens
The connection has begun
Nothing is forever
We hold on to our dreams
In hopes that what we know is true
Will not be as it seems
So I take what gifts are given now
And cherish all within my heart
I glide in step to the melody
Until the dance ends
And we part

tecoyah = hunger
ngdawg = lovesickness


A breath cools her down too fast, so she holds it in: changes the winter cloud into a summer breeze, then lets it go relunctantly. The air gives to her freely, even on Monday mornings. It's not going anywhere. Maybe she should move and take it with her down to the bus station, the coffee shop or maybe the park if the cops are gone.

No, she put in time right here, by the subway. No way she's leaving now, when it might pay off. The subway and the morning rush. Her slot machine. Here's a blue suit coming over, picking up the pace. She pulls the lever and counts down: 3... 2... 1... No go. Two cherries and a treasure chest for her. No big prize, just dissapointment that lost its sting long ago, but she likes it now. It's familiar, a habit, a pair of old jeans worn by the pavement.

Next up, college wear. Converse and jean jacket making eye contact. The vibe of liberal arts, protests and road trips. Always a good sign. She takes in another winter cloud as metal hits the ground, bouncing like little thunderclaps.

Jackpot.

She takes it before it fades away, like that smile she used to have.

tec=hunger or maybe annoyance
bob=poverty
me=nope lol

Words cannot desribe the feeling of watching your wife give birth. Holding your son.. YOUR SON for the first time. I'm actually tearing up while writing these words.


PS I know it's a simple one and a little obvious, but it's an warm up for my posting in this part of this great site.

spongy = joy (are you really a new dad? if so, congratulations!)

ngdawg, not lovesickness, huh? Well, in that case... I dunno... online dating?

Friendship-some of my closest friendships actually started out with online arguing :lol:

Ahhhhh, now I see! Good work! :thumbsup:

why won't they listen?
he cried in the night
I am trying to help them
make their wrongs be right
Being director of a grand play
is not really easy,
I've heard them say
But these actors are impossible!
They don't know their parts
They keep saying
It should come from the heart
He threw down the script
And stormed out of the place
Unaware of the decision
He had made in his haste
That now there were actors
With nothing to act
But he made up his mind
He would not go back
Sometimes to direct
We need to let go
And let the good actors
Put on the show
And enjoy all their efforts
However large or small
They are there for the love
of the play, after all....
And directors are needed
To guide and direct
But they are also there
To teach and protect
It's all give and take
To learn as we go
And when we relax
It's one hell of a show

a line of trees
on both sides
shiver and shake their shoulders
restlessly
while I sleep
unknowingly
Because you are by my side
And the darkness can burn
With the reverse flash light flare
Of what is never seen
And the wind can bite
And spit
And rage
it's just a noise
Buffeting our window
Its just a flailing thing
That places your hand
Your hair
My shoulder
My hand
In their context
After all
Not much
And closer to God
Than anything that bites
Or kills

A second glance at the clock
Just another few pages today
promised to help stuff get done
600 pages ago it was dishes
the enemy had just been revealed
200 pages later trash by my feet
imminent disaster proclaimed
still 300 pages left to discover
the book got plucked from my hand

coffee do the trick
he thinking
as he pour it down his pant
the skin on his member shout out in the pain
but surely now the disease go away
the coffee hot
from stove that burn
and now the member
turn red and cry
but maybe now
the disease go away