Itís been a long standing rule: if you ask for it with a complete sentence, mamaís not gonna say no.
Of course, this all started before words were your language. Back when I prayed for any sound that could be construed as a word.
So if you said ďcan I have chips?Ē I always said yes. Or if you said ďcan I have Happy Meal?Ē I found myself in a drive through.
The rule has slightly changed now that words are your language. I canít give in to every whim. Especially since you discovered google.
But I can give in to ďCan we make chocolate chip cookies?Ē I marvel as you read the ingredients from my well-loved cookbook. Saying each one around a face changing smile.
Youíre getting good at leveling measuring cups and using a spatula. Solid life skills that everyone should know.
Sometimes I think Iím failing as your mama. But at least I know that you will know how to make a spectacular chocolate chip cookie.
And that, my love, will take you places.
**find what you love and let it kill you.**
Posted: 5th April 2020 3:45am
Joined 18th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 284
I feel a tickle in my chest Ė Oh no! I better take a rest. My stomach feels a little sore; I better have one cookie more. Is that a sniffle? Oh dear me! Itís time to lie and watch TV. A funny ache down in my back - Best watch a movie, eat a snack. Now, what if my sore kneeís a sign?! I think Iíll sit here Ďtil Iím fine. My lips are chapped! I must be doomed! Best stay here safely in my room. Iím lonely and my hands are raw. My plan for safety has one flaw; If covid doesnít come to kill, Imagination surely will!
Posted: 5th April 2020 4:51am
Joined 5th Aug 2015 Forum Posts: 176
4 / 30
mom tells me about ghosts and teaches me backgammon
The drizzle drowned the silence that had been suffocating the day
and the night tucked the suburb into a bed of deep gray
and I came outside where she was smoking, chilling, worried like the whole world but solid as the patio, shining on and on, burning bush to me - a miracle holding me close
She asked me what was wrong. Still calm. And I spoke through a gentle weep harmonizing with the tired rain - and she listened like God made me believe, though, that everything would really be okay.
I could always trust her to catch me - to tell when I'm hungry for touch, and I realize she is amazing, but still I doubt I'll ever comprehend just how lucky I am to have a mother that not only notices but puts out her cigarette, comes and holds me and lets me listen to her heartbeat for a good long while while we talk about real things.
You know there are things in this house, she says. I do. We're not scared - we're amused. And there is some more of us quiet, and close while the rain whispers everything out loud and we both hear it speaking the facts of love between us two.
all this, and a quiet I've deeply, deeply needed before she stands us up, leads us back and I learn to play backgammon in the yellow warm of the house.
The thought crosses my mind far too often that unless I'm kicked out of this heaven of a life early I'll have to watch her die and hold that goodbye for forever.
II can pay little mind - I do believe her miss-nothing eyes, the paint on her hands and the glitter in her eyes while she wins
are hot enough things to burn her candles in my heart for exactly that - forever.
Thank the morning.
Posted: 5th April 2020 5:02am
Fire of Insight
Joined 11th Aug 2016 Forum Posts: 85
Pools of Misinformation
They gave us tools to become credulous fools As we deep dive into misinformation pools Consuming news & not knowing what is true Cause now everyone's their own news crew
Coveting views & likes despite what's right Many like to see warring sides bicker & fight Adding delight to their life at others expense Never with the intent to grant recompense
Posted: 5th April 2020 5:40am
Edited: 5th April 2020 5:55am
Joined 25th Mar 2018 Forum Posts: 114
The COVID Curse
I listen and I wait to once again hear your voice In person and not just over the phone like now, we have no choice Not so far off but so very far away I canít wait to see the light, the dawning of a new day When we shall re-emerge from our comfortable homes Once again over the land we shall roam Till I can find myself some comfort t on the warmth of your arms Losing ourselves to each other and our worthwhile charms Oh i cannot wait for the day when this curse will set us free But until then I will try my best to wait patiently
Unique words: 77
Posted: 5th April 2020 5:57am
Edited: 5th April 2020 5:59am
Fire of Insight
Joined 24th Dec 2018 Forum Posts: 141
I am double posting today due to medical reasons.
I want to say
I want to say trip the light fantastic but it means to dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a requiem for a dream but thatís a movie for tripping
itís telling me all kinds of things itís gesturing me
conduct compose di- a - gram
of my own light itís telling me to own lines and letís not drown in the mirror of others
Iím making my tune my own Iím a soft serve of my own flavors
Aranofsky cut the Fibonacci in two
one for me and one for all of you we trip into stars never mind the made gods melting in our endless hands omega mouths the cups that have made
Posted: 5th April 2020 6:23am
Tyrant of Words
Joined 6th July 2014 Forum Posts: 62
Dusty Dreams Drift
(c) Sweet Oblivion 5/4/20
I drift from room to room, suppressing thoughts; Then trace my fingers on the mantelpiece; They gather dust. I wonder if these shorts Are clothing you'd approve of; I will cease My wicked teasing when you call on skype; I'll revert to apparel, you prefer When you are back and things are once more right; And we are not self-isolating; stir My thoughts with reveries of how we spent The winter months together; should you wish To live them all anew with me, content With sweet serenity, the loving bliss And all we'd ever wish for, then we'll sift Through dusty dreams and memories that drift...
79 unique words 107 words
Posted: 5th April 2020 6:31am
Fire of Insight
Joined 24th Dec 2018 Forum Posts: 141
I am double posting due to medical reasons
I rub upon your
I rub upon your temples coarse finger grains fine the microcosm the mica the pumice of breaking apart i could break it down phonetically with eye naked exfoliated
but the ocular thatís learned how things occur the abstract mold concept superimposed rods cones making wind stone my words pottery they are the clay living poetry ephemeral dirt in oyster shells
Posted: 5th April 2020 7:32am
Fire of Insight
Joined 18th Sep 2017 Forum Posts: 494
My world fell apart before we trended the apocalypse You are a week worth a life time I am frozen in a moment You are seconds of eternity I'll never know a paradise like the promise of you
Tie my thoughts together to keep the mind intact When I'm learning how I'm suppose to react When there's no how to on losing someone close to you Just ample opportunities to correct my line of thinking Like fine tuning perspectives to truth
Caught between processing the way I feel And contending for hope as love is weaponized in loss Yet I dare to still extend my affections towards someone I can't see And I'll remember you forever Even if in this moment loving you is killing me
Reminiscing in fine lines Commemorating endearments of our lifetimes We conquer the body as we turn to dust Savoring what's left of sentimental ash in a ceramic urn We place the dead in the fire, but we're the ones that burn
I start from the beginning of the end When it feels like too soon to say goodbye Nothing could have prepared me for this As I write to cope with it and feel myself die A part of me is passing away
Reflecting on the menial things Making an artifact of something as simple as hair gel A product to reshape dead follicles into a more beautiful vanity What are morticians but beauticians of our final display As we speak our last farewells to the empty shell of one last day
Even the morning is night when the sunsets on the dusk of you Because the dawn is tainted by your absence And this world is darker still, as your light fades to black I come to the terms that though you exist in another place I am torn between both the joy and sorrow that you're never coming back
Nevertheless I translate my hope to think of a day that never ends When we will be reunited in eternity with our family and our friends Deriving hope of the promise of a place beyond us free from pain As we dance into forever we outlast this moment's rain...
Posted: 5th April 2020 7:51am
Edited: 5th April 2020 7:54am
Joined 27th June 2012 Forum Posts: 41
Calculate the route of alphabet soup
What if we could only write in soft sand? / Get right with the land / Only in sight for a brief span / No more looseleaf / Just sleight of hand / Attentive second sight / No second chance / Testament paid every price / Sentence medicine playing against type / Fighting to keep every letter / Weather reaps like ďYeah, whateverĒ / My readers know me better / Than any former unbelievers / Blind spots / Those time slots who cheated my meter / Park and bleed / Always needing shit / Wrong fit force-conjoined / Emotional bitcoin / Ricochet / Lipstick and lace / Grace in decorum / Even during razor forums / Burnt and torn, reformed / More forged, more slag pouring / Some other shit that rhymes with orange / Taste of AU ore within / Embrace the morning or donít / No warnings up front / I was born to move and escape / To lose Fate to old days / Lucid bold plays / Fountain of tomato spray / Around the maypole / ĎRound here we pace and flow / So go count to potato
Beyond the borders order is just a tiiiiny glimpse of chaos waaaaay close in.
Posted: 5th April 2020 8:10am
Tyrant of Words
Joined 15th Oct 2018 Forum Posts: 1675
(five of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020) Dough Puncher
Ďtis a well known fact i am NOT-A-BAKER!! That said, i hold soooo many thoughts and ideas simmering baking marinating. . .
i know if i rush this the cookies might break You
gathered the stuff the stuff, stuff is made of flouríd the meaty parts dipped in slick olive oil with a want to help gingerly placed each portion upon the sheet of hot returns
just enough yeast to cause the weak to rise & the strong to dissolve a fermentation of excuses and accountability!
and if I knew what the hell the recipe is to bind, combine all the ingredients for a type of kind(ness) and loveÖÖÖ..
i would be creating more ripples in my pond & my pond would (become) a sea / see.
____________________ #NaPoWriMo2020 125 words 88 unique re: DaisyGrace
†ďIf you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.Ē ― Nikola Tesla
Posted: 5th April 2020 9:21am
Edited: 5th April 2020 9:28pm - edited 2 times
Joined 7th Jan 2018 Forum Posts: 1188
Day #5 of 30
Oops... My Poor Husband....
ambition to write the first comedy unsupported highly resented
still challenges my relationship
I de-stress by writing and creating
Meanwhile my love ...cannot
But he is massively creative
My "up" is his "down".... point is...
situation really blew up when our son
(we have ten from a twenty year marriage!)
was groomed and kidnapped over the last 4 years
Pig in a Web is comedic catharsis
for a woman in the closet
while her family was in crisis...
and was released in great haste.
So my head was full of secrets...
that somehow were coming out in hilarious disguise
The book is ..."South Park" had a baby with Charlottes Web.... kinda.
I'm out of the closet about things (I'm not gay... btw)
and you know a lot more...
Posted: 5th April 2020 9:25am
Fire of Insight
Joined 12th July 2017 Forum Posts: 122
Sometimes I feel like a ferris wheel Never slowing, never stopping Just moving til Iím motion sick High above the world, a view to be captured Short lived as I plummet below To a darker place I also know Itís a rollercoaster that Iím stuck inside A prisoner of my turbulent mind So moody, unpredictable I hope you know I canít control my weather Pills are useless, sometimes They slow the roll of the tracks I wish theyíd never go If only I could jump out and walk Like the rest of the visitors of the world Maybe Iíd watch the wheel from afar Or find some other line But Iím a spectacle Riding a nightmare Known as my head Waiting to break down
Posted: 5th April 2020 10:36am
Edited: 5th April 2020 10:48am - edited 2 times
Scoff At Poetry, At Your Own Peril somewhere in the midst of night the motion of emotions set to words is cracking through the redundancy of the working class where the cold comfort of the bottom of a glass is a mother's hug a lover's kiss a dream fractionated into a nightmare that folds like a paper people chain in a linked reality that's doused in metho' and millimetres from a lit match because the only time a heart is on fire is in the burn of spirits at 2am when legs are rudderless bastards and I can only lisp a shattered fury into the ether
there's a rage of frantic burning and vivid brush strokes somewhere the broken, the meek the faint of heart can see the fallen beauty amidst the brambles built not on thoughtless habit of day to day grind but built anew from upon a canvas
I can see the composition of a beautiful symphony in the curves of woman who wears a sultry smile above her bare chest and I riddle a rhyming rhythm
her mascara trickles her gloaming eyes cut me deeper than all the lovers I can no longer hold
Posted: 5th April 2020 11:53am
Edited: 5th April 2020 12:38pm
Joined 26th Jan 2019 Forum Posts: 175
Double posting today, kiddo and I have colds, we both just zonked out last night.
#4 of 30
Pandemic Parenting My baby's started coughing It's deafening my ears Amplifying my fears As I hold my breath Listening for inhale/exhale
I'd have to hide you away From the panic addicts All of the conflict Because you'd not understand Why all the reactions
That's the worst case scenario I don't let the others rise As you close your sleepy eyes Rest your tired head Tucked up and cuddling in Mommy's bed