Writing Challenge # 42
 

My muse has been absent lately .. but for those of you more lucky:

"Record every moment you can", the lady told me as she admired the four big eyes staring back at her."I don't remember half of what my twins did as babies because I was so busy with them."
So we bought a video camera, 8mm minicassettes and I recorded 10 minutes, 15 minutes ever day. Babies at 5 months don't do too much. They gurgle, they try to crawl, they eat and poop and they sleep. But I recorded and recorded as they grew.
First few steps. Playing 'magic' with my daughter, so delighted she 'fooled' me by hiding her toy in a pocket and asking, 'where'd it go?' My son lining up toy cars in perfect order on the coffee table. Their secret language. Their speech. "Yook, mommy! I do dah BOCKS!" as she she played and stacked blocks on the table.
One day I hear a familiar noise coming from the playroom, but not something normal from two sixteen-month olds. The distinct sound of the husband's Nintendo games. He played every night, our son in his lap. I instinctly grabbed the camera and tiptoed to the room to see my son, sitting on the floor, tv on, game on and he is pushing the buttons on the control. 'Uh-oh! I got Killt!!" he declared as he pushed the reset button and resumed.
Sixteen months old. Can't say too many intelligible words. And there he was, surrounded by toys, tv set on channel 3, game cartridge in the console and he is pushing buttons and hitting reset.....I knew we were in for an interesting ride....

Blanket warmth in the green of her eyes
Unforgettable
Moist words knotted in tongue ties
Regrettable
Sway of hips walking away, my mind cries
Incredible
Another lost lover with someone lies
I try to forget...I try

A simple soft sifting through mulberry hues
Of romance and need combined into one
At last the touch of one to the other
A soft sensation, sinless and seductive
The first unforgetable kiss
Between two lovers intertwined

Very Nice.....me likes

Thanks tecoyah. This is my first post in Tilted Lit, although I've been reading for quite a while.

I Forget....

Today is the day I'll start anew,
I'l get out there and try to woo
a pretty darling on the town.
Oh where oh where is my left shoe?

In this home I've felt quite trapped
Like shakkels on wrists and ankles wrapped
but today I'll be free and that's quite keen
Now if only I can find the town mapped...

Where are my trousers? Where is my shirt?
If I can only get organizaed I can finally assert
my right to freedom, I'm not senile!
But now I must sit because my feet hurt.

How I miss the good old days,
when you and I could always gaze
into each other's dull, sweet eyes.
It seems that everything else is a haze.

Unforgettable, but I almost forgot
the Sunday I bought you a forget me not.
You smiled you smile, and kissed a kiss
All I remember is you.

Edit: sorry for missing writing challenges #2-41. I have to stock up on creativity.

He called her unforgettable,
his eyes restored her soul...
He painted scenes of promised dreams
in moments they both stole.

He called her unforgettable,
his touch erased her pain...
His voice was Passion's symphony,
each time he sighed her name.

He called her unforgettable,
then stopped calling her, at all...
And wind-swept leaves of make-believe
tore madly through her Fall.

He called her unforgettable,
though it seems she was not.
He called her unforgettable,
'til, one day, he forgot...

That image right there is simply amazing ... great pieces everyone!

Rainyshoes ((((clap clap clap clap))))

She was a cute girl, dressed up in Belinda Carlisle wanna be Go Go gear, representing the best of the beach in the early 80's. Everything I wanted to see, everything my hormones wanted to cheer on, like a painted fat guy at a Buffalo Bills football game. Her blonde bob, bangles, and apple dappled cheeks bounced through the boardwalk, high on candy. It was a moment of Kronos in my 13th year of life, unforgotten, unforgettable, unrequited.

Very nice, Poppinjay. I love the last line.

one of those days i wish i hadn't woken up
like most of them
no work
no school
no anything
no will to do anything

got the mail out of the box
its been a routine of mine
to get it
thumb through quickly
then rip in half
and put in the garbage

but the letter was there
not from a company
or somebody else wanting money
this ones from an actual person

rarely has happened in my life

opened it up
it was from you
my eyes teared up
reading
the simple line
"wish you were here"

thank you for that
i'll never forget it

Cells, electric impulses, impressions.
I've tried drugs, I've tried games, I've tried books.
Distracted with sex, avoided with sleep, overpowered with Music
What can I do, Where can i go, How can i flee?
A drill to the right lobe, an electric shock to reset my system, or just give up and die?
Nightmares, cold sweats, anxiety attacks.
Therapy, hipnosis, medication.
Love lost, My heart is gone, like hear breath.
Time has passed, will I ever forget, CAN i ever forget?

lonely, hurt, tired.

afraid, weary, humbled.