pen and paper

This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.

This week's challenge: midnight, sorrow, eyes, stillness, floor

In about one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Ancora Impara.

I find the most peaceful time of the day
to be right around midnight.
Silence is at it's loudest,
and it's during this time
when one can review life without great sorrow.
It helps not to be wading through the stillness
alone.
He snuggles closer to me
as we spoon in th middle of the bed.
He's moments from sleep,
but me?
Wide awake I scan the floor
littered are our clothes,
further validating the passionate scene that occurred
just before this
now.
I turn into him nestling my head into his chest,
playing each delightful moment through my mind's eyes
over and over
until finally sleep finds me.

This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.

This week's challenge: midnight, sorrow, eyes, stillness, floor

In about one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Ancora Impara.

It's after midnight.
WAY after and I'm still up
like I don't have to work in a few hours.
My eyes burn to close,
but closing them
won't get me any closer
to sound sleep.
The silence is deafening.
I feel this overwhelming desire
to disrupt the stillness of it all.
If I can't rest why should anyone else?
I don't give a damn who suffers with me.
I turn on my side,
throwing my legs over the side
letting my feet hit the floor with a hard thud.
4 am
What better time
to start an art project,
I'm in a charcole kind of mood.
It's amazing how easy it is to chase away
insomniac sorrow when in that zone of creativeness.
Too bad I couldn't feel this fulfilled at work.
Today will be a mental health day.
I'm calling in as soon as the sun rises.

This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.

This week's challenge: midnight, sorrow, eyes, stillness, floor

In about one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Ancora Impara.

Alone.

Finally!

Good, bad, or indifferent I really needed the space. So much has been going on that my days are bluring into one never ending week, then before I've known it . . . . the whole flipping month nearing an end. What the hell have I done? Where have I been? With one less job than before I feel myself slipping back into old habbits. It's easy to ignore things when one's time is taken up doing something else. My roommate is gone and won't be back for a few days, so that means just me and the kits. Me and the kits. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but when lying on the floor I feel grounded. Like I'm returning to the orignal state of being. I lie spread eagle dawning my favorite lounge pants and Carebear hoodie. I couldn't find Sunshine Bear, so I settled for Goodluck Bear. Anyway . . . . As I'm taking in the stillness of the house suddenly all the things I've been avoiding for weeks now slowly seep into my fore most thoughts. At that very moment I wished distraction would come. I'm weighed down by so much sorrow, I can't move to sit up. All I can do is blink back the tears welling up in my eyes. But I can't stop them from coming. The tears run down the sides of my face, creating pools that are soaked up by my faded red hair. Before I know it I find myself in a full body cry. I cried for what I did and for what I didn't. I cried because it's what I needed right then, finally, alone. I can't remember what time it was when all this started, but when I finally gathered enough strength to move I check my watch it was half passed midnight.

This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.

This week's challenge: begin, absence, obstacle, trust, design

In about one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Irma Vermaat.

This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.

This week's challenge: paws, shadow, ring, airy, chicken

In one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Pearl.

I barely noticed the paws of my kitten resting on my leg
as I stared seemingly into outer space
recalling the events of the previous night.

I was chicken to kiss her at first.
The anticipation had increased,
multiplied at best by ten.
The pressure coming from both sides.
Then I, with an airy whisper asked her to close her eyes.
I kissed her lips gently and slowly,
appreciating the softness of them.
As the temperature began to rise,
I rained down on her hot wet kisses,
listening to her moan with delight,
luring her tounge out every now and again
to play with mine.
I'd occationally give her tongue ring a light tug.
What a sensation!

It was about 5 a.m.
when I drifed from the shadow of her home to my car.
I can barely remember the drive home.
That night I went to sleep with the residue of the beauty
that had just been created between us lightly damp on my skin.

This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.

This week's challenge: starched, polished, curdles, knuckle, exchange

In one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Joy.
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Writer's note: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. But I hope you enjoy it.

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Are you up for a knuckle exchange?
cuz I'm not leaving without a fight
You can say what you like
and try to sabotage my hike,
but I'm going
to
make
it
to the top.
With or without your approval.
in case you missed the memo,
it wasn't needed in the first place.
I'm not letting you or anyone
bring my journey to a stop
It ain't over till it's over, 
there will be no closing up shop.
HEY!
I see you try and be slick
lookin' around for that fat lady
to practice her pitch.
Like I said, it ain't over till it's over.
Plus I sent that trick on a trip.
so while she's away somewhere
feeling the sands between her toes,
my plans of success I'll steadily impose.
My uniform
starched and pressed
my shoes
polished and ready to go 
and my atitude,
absolutely in check.
Yes I'm prepared and ready to get that.
I'll cry over milk curdles another day
And I won't let you take my fire away
Cuz this path I'm on . . . .
I'm here to stay.

So, are you ready for a knuckle exchange?
Cuz I'm not leaving without a fight.
I reck just as much havoc
with my bark as well as my bite.

cuz I haven't had a real day off
or vacation since last november
cuz I'm tired of being and feeling unappreciated.
cuz damn it!
I deserve to love and be love greatly!

I dreamt of rivers swelling with passion
rushing over mountains and down valleys.
I dreamt of brilliant blue skies and limitless heavens.
Then I awoke to the harsh reality
that though the blue of the sky may be brilliant,
chances are, it's just the reflection off the pollution.
And the heavens are limited
with a thick glass celling
one misses when their desires soar beyond.

I am lyrically stifled,
artistically bland,
lacking luster with each word I deny life
for what else is there to say?
And I've been lazily searching for my weaken soul.
That's not the name of the piece but that's what it was about.
My brittle soul
that has been concealed,
chained and bound tightly,
for what? I honestly couldn't tell you
cust the reason disapated quite some time ago.
I think, says the head,
it's given up.
I can't hear it any more,
I can't feel it anymore,
and I'm surprised I'm still alive.

I'm disconnected,
enraged,
and over dissatisfied with life.
But there's not much I can do about it,
and if there is,
I have yet to find the answer.
I have yet to recognize the key to it all,
And I have yet to figure out how to pick that rusted lock.
The dust is gathering
things are moving all around.

Don't ask me about what touches me,
ask me about what pisses me off,
I swear I could write volumes.
I would and could babble endlessly
until I forgot the point I'd been attempting
to make in the first place. Sort of like now.
But it's alright, I'm all over the place
not meant to be confined,
just sifting through,
attempting to find peace of mind
before I sponteniously combust.

This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.

This week's challenge: coax, feral, euphony, strawberry, abnegate

In one week the challenge will be passed on to someone who participated in this one, hosted by Lorin.

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Writer's Note: I kinda like that I have to look up the definitions of many of the words. It fuels the imagination.

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As of late
I've been unsuccessfully
attempting to coax myself
out this thick funk I've found me in
I've failed
at many attempts
to create a euphony of writings
so as to gain some pleasure out of my despair,
if only to enjoy the words spoken.

I find myself unable to concentrate,
unable to progress,
unable to find success,
or at least a smidge of happiness.
It seems no matter what I do
I must abnegate my control
where it doesn't exist
but, like with most things, I fight.

I fight and struggle to see beauty
in the simple things in life
such as a strawberry,
I fight to enjoy partaking in its suckulent jucies
and sweet taste.
For everything has left me now
save for the residue of lost hopes
and the foot prints of a once thriving spirit
Which has passed on to where it can be feral.

Often I don't say what I'm thinking.
I don't put out there what my soul is screaming,
and I wonder why I'm alone.
Often I don't say what I'm thinking.
Act like things don't affect me
guess what I'm trying to do is face
being alone.
Often I don't say what I'm thinking.
Good, bad, or ugly I'm thinking,
just maybe I shouldn't go and express my opinion.
Often I don't say what I'm thinking.
Supposing this time I'm leaving
with someone
being with them till I'm old.

My heart aches
from what I've seen.
my dream will not come
to fruition

for me
it wasn't meant to be

The only thing I can offer
is my happiness for thee.
but my heart aches
my soul hurts
and I really don't want to cry
but I'd die if anything happened to you