Random writing

So here’s another writing thing similar to MA prompts, just mention anything random and the person below uses it in their poem, whether as a prompt or just mentioning it. It’s all up to you, have fun ^_^

I’ll start:
Acid rain

When writing this prompt, I want to have
as much fun as I used to have whenever it rain
back in my childhood days. Those were the times
when in a matter of minutes, the streets got crowded
with puddles and no kid in my neighborhood missed the opportunity of greeting the puddles with big jumpily splashes. I tell you, for the kids everything
was all fun and giggles until Moms came rushing outside in horror while screaming their kids names as if whatever they were seeing were their kids getting massacre with acid rain. And now as I am about to finish writing this prompt, all I can think about are the mother’s words: “Get inside! NOW!!!”, so I better go. Ciao.

Writing prompt:

Cake in a wine glass

I tried all the sweetest things,
gardenias bloomed from
delicate wrists.
I refused to see you for
what you were,
realizing
in the end,
that whole cakes don't
fit in champagne glasses,
but broken pieces can.

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time-traveling cowgirl

a time-travelling cowgirl
came across a moment in time

the sky was full of flying pigs.

..so it is true,
no might about it.

son of gun

and thats another story!

Help me out..

It seems on any day drear
this road is travelled heavy
and new potholes appear
bigger than a Chevy
so you hear many a shout,
"hey up there, help me out!"

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cold snap

I found my home in the cold
and the silence of the earliest
hours of the day.
Where all the hushed souls
dance freely to broken lullabies.

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The Golden Snitch

I've never been one to play sports or exercises
I decided long ago I have better things to do with my life
But then again, I'd love to fly broomsticks
And perhaps play games with The Golden Snitch.

Exploding stars

my wind battered roof
caused a tile to slip, look out

ahhh, exploding stars

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Dancing dolphins

Two dancing dolphins sing
as I spew spaghetti overboard,
my maniac mother in law mouths
"Em you should have skipped supper"

A changed Christmas

You've been changing
in the most subtle ways,
bedridden lips and
frosted goodbyes,
and I've been lingering
at every entryway,
wondering when I will
too.

_________________

an unsettling snow globe

ah, ah, ah. . .
Atishoo!!!!!!
a shower of glitter
falls like litter
: ' . : ' : .' : ; '. : ' ; . : '
over the big man
in his dome
on a sledge all alone
did those reindeer, just
titter?
imagine. . .
his ho ho, ho
turning to, oh, no, no, no
then. . .
cough cough cough
: ' . : ' : .' : ; '. : ' ; . : '
he didn't wear a mask, did he?
Silly Santa has Covid
and now has past, so silly!

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The counselling room

It wasn't my problems that brought me here,
but really a need to peep and to leer
at the beautiful shrink who fixes my head
and helps me refill my pencil with lead.
She charges most dearly but nothing is lost,
for how can you balance such lust with a cost?
I pay through the roof - I bankrupt my funds -
no price, though, too big - there isn't a sum -
that I wouldn't pay, to watch as she sways
I'm hypnotised only with all that she says.
At home, in the night, I give myself strife
to tell her of all that is wrong with my life
But nothing is broken and nothing is wrong;
I hear only words that are that of a song
that is sung by a thrush on the sunniest day -
the waves lapping gently on beautiful bays.
I'd give you her name, but then you would tell
and these kinds of deeds would damn me to hell.
--

living in a clock

the ticking inside
my head, flows through my body;

this lone heart crashes.
__________________
coffined dreams

*

I'm able to trace it back,
when everything became
dull, the paint on my palette
dried out - useless.
I lost my spirit that year,
chained to a bed of doom
I couldn't escape from.
My naive dreams are still
buried somewhere,
and though at times I
ache to set them free,
I know they are only
skeletons of the wonder
they never got to be.

__________________

strawberry fever

Quitting time, Friday!
Pappacitos Cantina here we come
without a qualm for the drive home
for Uber is always the way
so my Strawberry Margarita and rum
can be doubled or treyed!

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Pharmaceuticals

Take the medicine, sweet medicine
The pain will pass through you now
A traveler, distanced and forlorn
No more range of emotion to endow

Take the medicine, sweet medicine
You won't feel the ivy nor thorn
Let it swallow you into oblivion
To a land where you don't mourn

Take the medicine, sweet medicine
And I promise you will drift away
The past will be forgotten, child
Just lay back, open up, obey

_________________________

Stuck in a wintry photograph

I'm as cold as if
I was imprisoned in a
Wintry photograph.

Burning fever

My dreams bleed
into reality,
volcanoes in my
veins.
Fear, a forest fire
that lingers with
every touch
of the forehead.

_____________

Magic mushrooms

I wasn’t lost in a forest,
but pine trees approached me,
they slowly pierced my body
with their needles .

Running aways was painful,
the day became as dark
as a starless sky.

I was trudging over their roots,
trying to keep myself in balance.

My consciousness drifted
from a breathless chase
to the glass of juiced mushrooms
slipping from my fingers
smashing on a side walk.
—————

Euphoric ending

The results of our quadrennial experiment
in amateurish national democracy
could have left half of us euphoric
save for the fact that it never ended.

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acrobatic mathematician

I dance around algorithms,
tracing coordinates and
elongating my toes across
the planes.
Maybe someday, I'll
understand your functions,
or maybe, you'll always
be an incongruent
solution to me.

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Runaway on a train.

I couldn't bare the terrible doubt,
The dreams that are snatched away.
No one wanted to leave but I
Knew I'd go someday.
So I left in the morning
When everybody slept
I'm glad to leave this place
But not the company I've kept.
I told myself it was time to start afresh
And now I'd wash away the pain.
Though I can't help but regret
That I had to run away on a train.

Candlelight

Shadow dancer knows she's safe
Upon the tent's side walls
The clientele grab her lace
But leave with nowt at all

Enticing though the music is
It's the flames that draw them near
That and all the flutes of fizz
And the barrels of festive beer

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Sleeping rough

^ this is good Kiera :)

I saw them dancing
to a candlelight,
drifting with the
flickers.

I joined them,
but it wasn’t freeing

Instead,
the sounds became
more aggressive;

I couldn’t contain
my shadows.
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EDIT: I missed Mr. Darcy’s post I guess this could work for “sleeping rough” too

cerulean currents,
bubbles bouncing
buoyantly,
my ability to breathe
recovered
from the darkest
ocean floors.

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ruby smile

You cannot entice me with those luscious
ruby red lips, slightly parted, corners raised,
ironic smile forever remembered as precious
as my own bedazzled eyes become glazed;
no you will not, must not make me crazed

again.

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cancelled tomorrow

What is real?
Why do we put
pressure on the expected?
Tomorrow, you may wake up
and it may slip between your
brain stem,
and just like that,
it will be over.
_________________________

pizza party

a teen with tiny feet
has been so meany mean
to kids across the street

he threw a cup of glue
with feathers to a few
then flew the scene so fast
leaving behind a clue

the crew of kids then found
his shoe behind a bush
They inspected it and saw
his name written in blue

the kids then knew and threw
a party in the zoo
where he was force to chew
Pizza all the way through

——

Home alone

I rowed with all of my best friends
And shouted at my brother
Now I'm home alone again
Because I argued with my mother.
I threw my book at the floor
Because I didn't like what I read
I hammered at the kitchen door
And broke my own bed.
I didn't want anyone's help
Because I didn't want to be left alone
Now I am all by myself
And I've been left at home.

* Not about me.

An enchanting story

the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story:

Once upon a time, a ceiling fan
slowly oscillated, sending off a breeze of kisses
to a curtain.

the curtain, so pink in nature,
was gently moved by the kisses while the wooden floor
became refreshed with the breezes

one day, the curtain opened up
to let the light of the sun bless their love
then with a touch
the ceiling fan started to crazily spin off
while the curtain tried to calm him down
they became tangled, interlaced
knotted together for what seems to be
the rest of their lives

In minutes, the ceiling fan
fell to the ground, and the floor
preoccupied, caught him in her arms

The curtain broken was thrown to the trash
while the ceiling fan was fixed
to blow kisses to the floor forever more

——

the book of wonders

The second I saw your cover I knew,
"This book," I thought, "is the only one
that I want to read evermore."
So we explored each of your pages,
reading each line of your life
as you opened up your thoughts
your words slipped off the sheets
like a song from your lips
with arms enfolding eternity.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ray-ban Aviators

banking hard his plane
centred in my sights, so I

Fired--+++(X)+++

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Beyond hunger

At first it appeared to me
as a beyond burger,
and i was in utter wonder.

I questioned if he's vegan,
the most random topic it was.

In the end
I order myself a cheeseburger,
I guess I was in real hunger.
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false lashes

One, two. . .
He struck her back
three, four. . .
she wanted more
five, six, seven, eight. . .
she's in a, hysterical state
"no stop, Mr. Darcy. . .
those feathers tickling me so,
if you tickle me further
my bladder will flow"

..........................

A comfy bed

"Time to get up," my family said,
But I didn't want to leave my comfy bed
So I curled up, telling myself there was more time to dream
Just another minute or so, maybe
But when I next opened my eyes
I couldn't help but be surprised
To see the sun shining outside the room
" I must get up now, " I thought. " Or I'll be doomed."
When I went downstairs, there were scowls on everyone's faces.
" So, you've finally decided to leave your sleeping space."
I was in wonder at what they said
I hadn't been that long in bed
But when I checked the day, my horror was piqued
I'd slept no less than a full week.

Wine cellar

Like a familiar cave, I use this place, these days, as my bolt hole. In the tucked away corner, by the rickety wooden wine rack, is my dusty chair. As its familiar honey leather and obliging springs takes my weight, memories enfolds me and I am instantly eased. The day's tensions slip, unravel like ribbon from my relaxing grasp, and as this breathing settles the need for the Merlot ebbs away, away, away. . .

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An heirloom

Your ring sits somewhere
in my closet,
perhaps on the tallest shelf,
the one with the most dust
that rarely tastes any light.
Maybe, I tucked it away
so I would be reminded
that I shouldn't have
these ties moving forward.
I deserve a life without
malignant memories.

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A skateboarding ghost

A moon mourns
casting shadows across
a sculpted graveyard

he perpetually skates
within the wind
seeking a perfection
that's just out of reach

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Winter Jasmine