Theoretically speaking, you wonder if Happenstance has come to the forefront Eliciting answers about this thing Offering no more cues than when it began Responding with conjecture, whispering, gossip Entertaining the masses with your theory Trying not to let others around you In on the fact that you want to know Curiosity killed the cat And still, you don't stop Letting your mind drift about the situation Learning that this is someone else's reality Yearning for truth about today's morbid curiosity
Theoretically Speaking of Morbid Curiosity is written in response to the word prompt by Sammi Cox.
In the salon chair Close your eyes let your cares fly Fly far away and down the drain
Tears chasing thoughts Thoughts undealt with for years So relaxed in the salon chair Not caring who hears
Hears you release pain, regret, disappointment, Hurt, dreams unfulfilled Like water, let it flow freely down your cheek After all who will notice
In the salon chair, scalp being massaged Forgetting where you are you begin confessional Spilling details most dear to your heart In hopes that those hands can relate
The hands of the person in your proximity Letting you be free with your truths She or he listens with understanding Empathy, caring and non-judgement
They know this is your time Time to let your hair down Relax, talk, cry, listen
In the salon chair Where best kept secrets are kept Never revealing the tears that wept
The smiles, the laughs, the shared tea Moments at the salon that involve three The chair the stylist and me No other entity compares
In the salon chair Like therapy in many ways Going in one way and leaving another Altered both emotionally and physically
Hair looking fresh to death Feeling and looking your best You smile and your strut beams confidence Suddenly you remember to keep your head up
Bunions roam free by the sea A place untapped for this sort of thing A place where the Bunion can be itself It can come out in public without judgement
For the Bunion is not afraid By the sea, no cover up is needed Just pure, unadulterated glory and freedom Oh by the sea, let the Bunions breathe
This writing is in response to the prompt by Sadje.
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Hope you enjoy Tissue: So Close but Out of Reach. Written in response to David’s W3 Prompt #141, Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt.
For anyone who has ever been on the subway and knows how tightly packed and crowded it is will understand. You can hardly move, nonetheless, reach into your pocket at the moment you need to the most. 😄
When you look around, what is in your view? Is the vicinity one of beauty or chaos Depending on how your eyes see can determine Your feelings about the surroundings A state of bliss brings beauty Misery is a state that brings out chaos Tell me what your eyes see.
Your Seeing Eyes is written in response to a prompt by Sammi Cox. The challenge is to write an original piece using the word vicinity in exactly 50 words.
When you see your mate Just the sight of them realizing your fate Are you greeted with a warm embrace Or indifference instead You know, like a frown or look of dread
Just the simple things
You get home stressed from work Walking in your mate is wearing a smile A smile that lets you know that they miss you
They see you
They are glad you are home
They love you
Just the simple things
All that can be said without saying a single word Its time for bed, your mate gives your hand a squeeze Gives you a hug Utters the words, good night Baby Next up is the forehead kiss
Just the simple things
A forehead kiss... Wait a minute If you have not experienced a forehead kiss When you do, you will understand It’s one of the most endearing forms of affection
Just the simple things
Love who loves you back Want who wants you back If you are met with attitude Take no gratitude in the latitude of someone else's wrath The magnitude does not matter
Heartbeat of la cucaracha is a short, funny poem. Hope you get a laugh or at least a smile.
Oh no, they can see me!
Heartbeat of la cucaracha Heartbeat; do you hear it bump bump, bump bump Yes its always there Aware of it you admit
It moves around in the dark Hoping that no one will see The way they embark Roaming around feeding for free
Heartbeat ebbs nice and slow In the dark, you will never know Heartbeat speeds up When the light is aglow
Scatter and a scurry Oh no, they can see me Running from the light they hurry Bump bump, bump bump
Hiding in the corner La cucaracha thinks he has won Only to be crushed by a scorner Bump, bump, b u m p, b u m p Heartbeat silenced, peace has now begun