Thursday, August 9, 2012

Poetry Prompt: Write A Love Letter between two unrelated inanimate objects

A Love Letter from the Sharpee Pen to the Wall Clock. 

They told me I didn’t have a chance,
That you were waiting for a true love
That woould love your every second, every minute,
Every hour of your day.
They told me you were longing
For someone to hold your hands as time ticked away,
Someone to have forever with and share whatever may pass our way.
They discouraged us, warned us
 Saying we’re too different, you and I
That I am just one boring monotonous color,
That you’re always a little late,
And that I wasn't the  one to set you right.
But  I don't care.
With time by my side, I have nothing to fear,
Even if my time should come and I should die
 I swear, for you , my love,
My love will never run dry.
Because baby, I can tell you, when I first saw your face,
Your perfectly round face with its perfect curve numbered all around,
My heart stopped and time stood still,
And right then I knew I wanted to spend my life
Treating you like the timeless piece that you are.
I swear you won’t regret it, nor will you forget it. 
This love is permanent and true, bold and in erasable;
 I’m not going away.
I will be right here.... waiting
Waiting for you to give me the time of day. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Poetry Prompt: write a poem that includes the following five words: change, wrap, bottle, bargain, bear


Your sadness, I cannot bear!
Let me wipe your tears
and wrap you in comfort!
If I could, I would
bottle every sorrow,
 tie tightly every anguish, every fear, 
and bargain with the rain
to make the sunshine come again.
In hopes to change that frown to a smile, 
that beautiful, beautiful smile. 

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Prompt: Create a story with one syllable words

Bad Dreams

She had been out on a late night stroll to clear her mind.  Her sixth sense told her a man lurked and watched her.  Who it was and why? she did not know, but she felt the cold prick of the man's leer raise the hairs on the back of her neck.

Her wide eyes kept a look out for who it was that stalked her, her walk was more swift, but the night's lack of light did not help, nor did the lack of sound. She felt fear, and that fear made her heart race. 

She stopped. 

Under the night light on the street not far from where she stood, was the man who watched her dressed in black. He saw that she saw him, could sense her fear, but kept his eyes glued on her while he leaned on the light pole and he smoked. 

Who was he? what did he want? 

She was stuck, not sure of what to do. 

It was then she saw the man dressed in black raise his hand and then.... a loud bang.

There was pain, and then death. 

She woke with a start, her head drenched with sweat, the dream still fresh in her mind. What did it mean? It felt so real!

 She looked to the right to the man who slept next to her


It was just a dream.

Deep in his sleep, she did not want to wake him, but she crept next to him til she felt his warmth and his breathe sigh in and out as he dreamt his dreams. He stirred as she wrapped her arms around him, but he did not wake. Eyes closed and still in REM sleep, he wrapped his arms around her and whispered, I love you.


It was then that she found her calm, and ... sleep found her. But she was not afraid to go back to the dream world, to face what dreams would come. She was safe, safe in the arms of her love.