The prompt for today is to write an end of the line poem. I’m really tired, so I’m totally winging this one today.
Should I call
Shouldn’t I call
The back and forth
Conversation with myself
Thinking of how to start
Of the things I would say
Interesting topics
Practicing my tone
Memorizing words
The phone in my hand
Grasping tightly
Dialing
Hanging up
Dialing
Ringing
Sweating
Hanging up
All the while
Unknowingly
An impatient
Hopeful
Almost disappointed person
Is waiting
For the phone to ring
At the other end of the line.
Tuck me in
A dark heavy blanket
Made of stars and sky
As you whisper
Cool night air
Like a kiss
From you
Carried across the miles
Caressing my face
Whispering
Goodnight
Walking faster
Waiting
For the moment that you stop
Speeding up my step
Hoping to catch up
Even if only to see you
The view of you walking away
Never waiting
Can’t we just sit a moment
Watch the rest of the world rush by
Maybe a little nap
Or lazing on the couch
Staying up late
Watching infomercials.
There she is
That girl in the mirror
Always a bad hair day
Miniature eyelashes
Forehead too big
Hips too wide
Legs too chunky
They jiggle when I walk
Muffin top
In the perfect jeans
The body imperfect
But, damn
Those chili cheese fries
Were worth it.
Today’s prompt is to fill in the blank, using the phrase ‘According To (blank). Here goes..
According To The Map of My Life
I pave new roads
Every day
Pushing forward
Without a compass
Looking behind
Writing unsent postcards
To the worlds I’ve passed through
Throwing them down
Before me
Like weathered stones
To step upon
Where I’ve been before
Only one place
I’d travel to again
The others
Never to revisit again.
I tried finding some musical inspiration.
Something to jar a memory.
Then this song played on my ipod.
I couldn’t come up with words.
Only a feeling that ended up being a lump in my throat.
I remembered.
Dreadlocked dudes
Dancing in spandex capri pants
Tapping my foot to the beat
Blame it on the rain
What do you mean
Say it isn’t so
Milli Vanilli
Damn you
Freakin lip synced
Guilty pleasure
I still love you.
Pretty girls in prairie dresses
Rolling down a hill
Bucktoothed ponderer
Who packed a punch
I really hated Nellie
But I loved her ringlets
She always hated you
Wasn’t Almonzo a little old for you?
Oh
Maybe that was just a show
And not real life.
My brain works in fast forward, type before I think. If I get too quiet, my brain tends to go in reverse. Reliving moments that I can't change. I laugh really loudly. My favorite color is yellow, and...I'm kind of awesome.