3ww writing prompt

the things we didn't say

the highway was empty
as we drove along in
silence. the conversation
still lingering, each of
us trying to avoid the
unspoken. often times
we could go for days on
end having ignored the
things we didn't say. it
became our reality, our
comfort. now as the dark
settled in, it was no longer
possible to ignore the words
not said. we would learn
the ways of our heart once
again, and begin our healing
process. time was on our
side, and there was only
one way to go. we would
turn down the road to
happiness and in the end
our words would find
their way back.

Two for Tuesday prompt

college days

i've learned a lesson
of the utmost importance;
it happened years ago
in college. a time in my
youth when drinking
and smoking were all
that i cared about. no
matter if i missed a
class or two, i'd make
it up another day. it
didn't happen often,
but i did learn a few
things in those days.
for one it is never a
good idea to write a
paper while high, and
never mix your drink
of choice, results can
be terrible. but the
most important
lesson i learned is
not to streak naked
down main street in
the middle of the day;
professors look down
on that behavior and
might even call home.

this was a prompt for Two for Tuesday, the words were lesson and streak of course it is all fictional:)

Read, Write Poem prompt

my daughter lives in a world
in which i don't fit in. a world
of IDK and LMBO or instead
of telling someone how much
you care you text them LUL.
what happened to just plain
english or here's a thought
talking on the phone instead
of typing. i get an eyeroll at
that one often, talking is so
out mom. IDK, is i don't
know and quite frankly it
pretty much sums up my
feelings about this young
generation of non talking
texters. if my daughter
were to read this i'm sure
i'd get another eyeroll
and perhaps a WE so
i'll end this with L8RG8R



the prompt was Jargon, and this is the "jargon" i'm most surrounded with right now.

weekend wordsmith prompt "carrying a grudge"

the grudge

i carry it with me
close to my heart.
not to let go of for
i might actually,
heal. it's something
i've become quite
good friends with
over the years, and
i would hate to see
it go. maybe if we
live together forever
i'll never really have
to be real with anyone.

writer's island prompt and easy street prompt

stranded

waiting desperately for him

she thought of how outrageous

it had been, the whole ceremony

from the beginning was doomed.

upon completion of their vows

he left her standing there, alone.

she couldn't believe her luck to

find the one person she could

share her life with, only to find

out he was in love with another.

they left together, as the crowd

watched in wonder at her lovely

tear stained dress. alas she would

leave alone in a taxi headed nowhere.

the picture is from easy street prompts and the writers island prompt was completion and outrageous.

friday five

flames

sometimes it's just
a splinter or a hair
that throws me into
distractions. like the
votive candle burning
on the mantle, how it
punctuates my every
thought, with visions
of your face and the
taste of your lips on
mine. as lives molder
in just a moment.
i cannot get the
thought of you
out of my dreams,
but i can release you
from my day to day.

a place to call home

i long to be in a place
of happiness, of joy
a place i can call home
where i am healthy
and will be better
for you and for them
i want to be the one
who you can lean on
the one of solace and
trust and forgiveness
i will be the rock that
we build a future on
a life i can be proud of

sullen

rocks lay moist

a gap in the rain

void of spring

this was for the two for tuesday prompt, gap and rock.

my villanelle

the journey

the road to sorrow is long and dark
a barren place no love can survive
where on the heart words leave a mark

our choices can lead to a future that’s stark
we cannot let the past hinder or thrive
the road to sorrow is long and dark

the song once sung in the breeze by a lark
on windswept hills we can yet feel alive
where on the heart words leave a mark

we bask in the sun on days at the park
have long, lingering talks on a Sunday drive
the road to sorrow is long and dark

but love no longer remains on this tree less bark
just thoughts and secrets on which connive
the road to sorrow is long and dark
where on the heart words leave a mark

Poefusion prompt monday mural

the perfect child

i thought if we planted
an extra special seed and
watered it and grew it
up right, we'd make the
perfect girl, but instead
we just got a kid made of
old rotten wood, with lots
of imperfections and a
pretty little dress. just
the shade of an old
umbrella with only a
squawking crow to keep
her company.

Sunday Scribblings prompt compose

this distance between us
has grown as vast as the ocean
unable to compose myself
after each new argument
i hide deeper and deeper
within only to find there
is nothing there to save me
from this solitude i've
created i long for the
days of redemption of
living life again with a
purpose, a happiness
of just being alive

Poefusion prompt

The Darkest Season

i dream a highway,
tomorrow is a long time.
i get a little lonely,
jealous of the moon,
when it don't come easy.
i want to sing, feeding
the angels afternoons,
language or the kiss.
we've gone so far,
i have lost my dreams.
how will he find me,
one night gone.
tenderness, comfort
forgiveness. Are you
out there?


this was a poefusion prompt to write a poem consisting only of movie titles, i switched it up a little and made mine only of song titles. thanks to these fine artists, in order of appearance, Deb Talan, Gillian Welch, Pete and J, Nickel Creek, Patty Griffin, Lori McKenna, Regina Spektor, Indigo Girls, Nicole Reynolds, Dar Willams, Deb Talan, Brianna Lane, Deb Talan, and Dar Williams.

broken

this brokenness inside
of me has become to
heavy to hold. the
darkness in my heart
is aching for the light,
of faith to come to my
rescue, freeing my spirit.
can i let go of this pain?
when we've become such
good friends. a void that
you can always count on
in the loneliness of the
night. shallow breaths
of hope creep in ever
so gently, to help me
get through. can it make
a difference to give in
to this hope?

Poefusion prompt

'the window had other views'
i'm afraid i didn't realize.
funny how you forget they
show things back to you.
like how insufficient
i am, or how dark it is;
inside. it's amazing to
discover, there's a whole
world out there, waiting
for you to accept it. if
only we could live our
true lives from the inside
looking out. then we'd
never have to worry
about all the missed
opportunities, looking
from our window view.

3ww writing prompt touching, visible, stage

thank you

it is so touching
that you care.
your concern
for my heart
is inspiring. that
you care enough
to stage one of
those interventions
on my behalf is
most endearing.
even though it is
visible to everyone
how well i am doing,
it's good that you
care.