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30 September 2009
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It is just a crime I say in my mind.
To hold inside all the thoughts I feel,
to keep from revealing them to anyone.
I know it may be wrong
but it’s better, I tell myself.
They will only judge you
because they don’t know the truth.
They see things through eyes
that are jaded by the world.
Eyes that never see what they should.

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}


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29 September 2009
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Above my head swirled the fog.
Keeping me from seeing anything,
helping my walk right into the trap.
I knew there was no looking back
the moment the mist hit.
It was a warm mist, shockingly warm.
Hours later in the light,
I would realize just what it was:

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}

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28 September 2009
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I revealed my heart to you
and you snapped it right in two.
I hoped you would feel bad
because you left me feeling so sad.
You slammed the door as you left
leaving me to clean up the mess
of my broken heart and the glass you
through all because I told the truth.

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}

I’m not quite sure what I was doing here. It started out with rhyming poetry and then moved into free verse.  It has potential, but it needs some work.

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27 September 2009
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All I can say is that I’m sorry. I really am.  There is no excuse for what I did. It was stupid and impulsive and it has ruined everything we had. One apology can never undo the damage this one mistake has done.  I hope one day I can make this up to you, but I’m not holding my breath.

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}

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26 September 2009
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The cosmos were obviously against me. In the span of the last two hours I had gotten a speeding ticket, had a fender bender (luckily not my fault), sprained my ankle, been stung by a bee (to which I am highly allergic), and then gotten in a wreck on my way to the ER (so much my fault).

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}

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25 September 2009

The burning began again.
I struggled to unwrap myself
from the warmth of extra blankets
snuggled up tight.

Tripping through the darkness,
a feat never encountered before.
Of course it would happen now
in the midst of all this turmoil.

The burning growing stronger
as I stumble over a shoe.
Regain your balance becomes
my mantra.

The doorway looms,
brightened by the night light.
Plugged into the outlet,
it beckons to me.

My feet hit cool tile as
the contents of my stomach churn.
Upwards shots a steady retched stream,
the result of spoiled cheese dip.

{This week’s Sunday Scribblings prompt}

I don’t claim to be a poet in any way, shape, or form. This  came to me as it is, line breaks and all.


25 September 2009
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There were twigs everywhere, tangled in my hair, clinging to my shoe laces and clothes. I ran as fast as I could to get away and this was the result. Scrapes bled down my arms and legs. Pain ripped through me from the huge gash on my leg. It was nothing to complain about though, because I had escaped him.

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}

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24 September 2009
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Comma?  You expect to me to spend sixty seconds writing about commas?  I guess I can do it.  It won’t be very interesting though.  I can guarantee it.  You’d think an English major might have some kind of major insight into commas and such. I don’t.  I’ve spent the last sixty second writing this crap about commas and have accomplished nothing.

{Today’s prompt for OneWord}

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23 September 2009
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The check was written, in the envelope, and waiting to be mailed.  I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to risk it.  This check was big. Go to jail if it catches attention big. I knew I should send it regardless of the consequences. It was the only thing that would make everything all right.  He had to go.

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}

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23 September 2009
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I hate getting up early in the morning. I can’t ever get up and get moving quickly enough. I think it has to do with the dominant procrastination gene I inherited from somewhere. I’m a last minute person with everything else, why not with getting up and out the door on time?

{Today’s prompt from OneWord}

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    Whitney has always enjoyed writing. Well, she says always, but that might not be completely true. She enjoyed writing until junior high when having to enter creative writing contests as part of the gifted curriculum discouraged her. She put down her pen until college, where she decided to pursue a degree in English because it would give her the freedom to take up writing again. Unfortunately, writing all those research papers burnt her out. So down went the pen again, until recently, when she took it back up at her husband's urging.

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