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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / fox on: January 14, 2019, 05:04:43 PM
a pair of pointed ears poke up out of the tall grass, zig-zagging through the field, following the scent of a carcass, the corn field across the street smells of chicken manure, freshly sprayed and swirling through the wind and in and out of my airways, it's the season for corn over at alvin's farm, big tractor's, with their mega rear-wheels, and soiled tread, inch along the side of the street with a bus full of traffic to it's rear, the yellow lines in the road aren't dotted, so no passing, no escaping, i'd always roll up the window of the car as soon as i smelled the fertilizer in the air, but as soon as i'd catch wind of it, it'd be too late to save myself the discomfort by sealing off the car, the clean scent of my air freshener would already be contaminated, and the only way out of the fecal smog would be to book it across town, or in any direction up wind, alvin was always cool, my parents had a house right on the edge of this cornfield, and he'd let us run out into the corn-rows and pick at a few stalks when the harvest was ready, we ate a lot of corn on the cob with dinner in those days, sitting around the table, all eight of us, mom, dad, june, jeffrey, jessie, jackie, me and james. our dog max would hover around our feet underneath the table, eager for the leftover scrappings or any accidental food that fell from our plate, seemingly from heaven, down to his salivating tongue....
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / baseball hat on: January 11, 2019, 07:29:06 PM
in high school, the cool kids seem to wear them, some, worn in normal fashion, others are flipped around, totally backwards, i laugh at the idiots who wear them sideways, its like, what's the deal? makes me think of the intro to fresh prince, if one person on the planet could pull off a sideways hat, its will smith, prior to being a big-time movie star. in grade school we wore them in support of our favorite baseball team, red sox, yankees, if you were a close enough ally of mine, and good looking enough, and of the opposite sex, i'd have let you write on the inside of it, a flirtatious 'hello' or maybe some inside joke that was too inappropriate, thus needed to be hidden in the shadows beneath the visor, the hats always smelled like sweat and hair grease, hair would always fall out of my head and get caught in the base of the rim, id have to pluck them out like feathers one by one and scatter them to the wind, when it all comes down to it, its all about the curve, that perfect curve of the visor, that flawless semi-circle, even, smooth, no creases, bent precisely to the shape of my head, adding depth, dimension, and a mysticism to my look that couldn't  be accomplished otherwise, that's how i felt in the mirror at least, i don't think much of anyone else's hats, i doubt they they'd think twice looking at mine, yet, underneath, its full of secrets, numbers, names, inside jokes...
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: dream catcher on: January 11, 2019, 12:45:57 AM
thanks low!
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / wind on: January 10, 2019, 10:01:58 PM
my legs are burning, a few more steps to the top, there are no trees at this altitude, just rock, i suppose thats why they call this bald mountain, my sunglasses keep slipping down my nose, accelerated by sweat, its annoying to fix, its beginning to knot up the muscles behind my ears, i pull them off and slide them into my flannel jacket pocket as the sun smacks me in the face, i turn my head away in retreat while squinting to protect my flexing pupils, they ache like one too many orgasms, my vision turns to white, and colors begin to fade into view as if the morning fog was dissipating, the view is incredible, standing at the very top of this rock, i can see all around me, a panoramic of all of western maine, I'm both in awe and filled with an incredible joy that i actually made it here, to the top, in one piece, the breeze feels so refreshing against my hot skin, i hear the rustling through the pines just below me grow louder, a heavy wind wraps me up in a cyclone and rips the air from my lungs as I try to breath in, i control the inhale with my mind and take it in slowly, closing my eyes and imagining that i'm flying, tossing me around much like a feather in a gust...
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / dream catcher on: January 09, 2019, 07:07:10 PM
it hung up on the wall just above my bed, silent and still, observing the room, i remember waking up from fierce dreams in sweats and looking up to it for comfort, a handmade gift from granny, her aged fingers knitted and weaved the in-and-outs of that dreamcatcher of mine, she was always a little superstitious, always in search of the the deeper meaning of dreams and nightmares, shadows that didn't belong to anything or anyone, ghosts in the closet and under the bed, her stories would always send a shiver down by spine, and always received a standing ovation from the hairs on the back of my neck, chilling stuff, not stories for the young impressionable mind, however, she aimed to protect her children and her children's children, she made sure each one had a dreamcatcher of their own, something to protect us when our eyes would close for the night, our heads resting upon soft cotton pillows, and blankets stacked upon us for days to keep us warm, some nights i'd pretend to snooze, and pier through the tiny slits of my eyelids and watch her looking over me in the doorway, and when she was certain i was out like a light, she'd close the door, but not fully, she'd always keep it cracked open and let a little bit of the hallway light in, if my mind were to ever wander into darkness...
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Umbrella on: January 05, 2019, 12:06:22 AM
droplets of water explode off the concrete and splash onto my shoes, my new shoes, just this morning pulled from the box, a gift from the girl, she's gonna turn red and hot if she sees what this soggy weather is doing to them, the laces are barely broken in, oh well, they're made for walking after all, even if they cost an arm and leg, the functionality remains, the aesthetics not so much, down the stoop from my apartment door, i trek down the sidewalk of this city street, cars are driving slow, the water sloshing all around the tires as they roll down the road, colliding with puddles, water with nowhere to go, the street drainage is clogged, the roads turn to white-water rapids up ahead, cars don't slow down much for that, they want to swim through as quickly as possible, they don't want the engine to slip and stall, pedestrians with umbrellas overhead, they aren't safe from the tidal waves of sideways splash coming from the street, some walk in fancy business clothes, what were once shiny black shoes and clean, dry, tailored jackets, now just a bunch of stinky moist rags, something ratty you might pull out of a street gutter, too bad, the skyline looks sad with the grey backdrop of the sky behind them, i can't see the tops of the skyscrapers through the dense fog chilling out about sixty floors up, the windows just disappear into grey nothingness, i wonder what the world looks like from up there, i like to think if you go high enough, that the sun shines brightly in a big blue sky, as it would flying high above the clouds in an airplane from boston to los angeles, where the weather is always clear, turbulence is low, with far reaching mountain ranges stretched out miles below...
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / card on: December 22, 2018, 07:09:18 PM
blank piece of folded paper
what will i make of you?
where does one begin to start?
no words could ever truly express how i feel
seems silly to start with 'greetings'
seems silly to start with 'dear'
i wish i could just tell you to your face
and face my fear
a secret admirer wants to share his secret
without revealing too much of the desire that burns inside
i could likely drown you if i let it all pour out at once
i'd likely drown in my own defeat if you were to know what goes on inside my mind and turn away
but i can use this mystery card to disguise my intentions
i can use this mystery card to provide my heart to you, piece by piece
in small doses,
planting tiny seeds in your mind that intrigue
at the end i'll sign, 'anonymous'
and let your mind run in circles awhile
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / comb on: December 13, 2018, 05:43:19 AM
I've had this little black comb for years
at least since I've moved out west
the men in my family have a precise way of doing their hair
the flow of the lions mane grows from left to right
so the steady motion of the comb must follow suit
or else we'll look like porcupines

the little black comb sits on the bathroom countertop, left of the constantly dripping sink faucet, where my girl keeps a mason jar full of cotton balls, a plastic pull-out drawer full of q-tips, a mini skyline of nail polishes, hair spray, lotions and perfumes, it all looks so futuristic, I'm waiting to see what sorts of woman's products they'll have flying around in between the towers of beauty supplies, perhaps one day all she'll have to do is blink into the mirror just right and little worker-bees will buzz up to her eyelid and stick on some eyelashes as she pampers for her big friday night out with the girls, clowns are notorious for wearing too much makeup, so no matter how much make-up a person puts on, they'll always look clownish to me, can't help it. she doesn't go overboard with it though, she's not drowning in a sea blushy-this and sparkly-that, with her nails showcasing every color of the rainbow, she uses only a tiny kiss worth of lipstick and smears it evenly between two tightly pressed lips, mushing and mashing it like a horse with a mouthful of hay, she'll stand close to the mirror, eyes completely bugged-out while she paints a stroke of eyeliner to add depth....
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / baseball hat on: December 12, 2018, 05:09:53 AM
down by my squeaky clean cleats grows skinny long yellow-headed dandelion, out in the abyss of right field, under the beating mid-day sun is causing the brow beneath my visor to sweat and drip into my eyes, stinging the corners, i press my eyelids together tightly as to ball up the sweat and let it flow down my face hitting the corner of my lip, i catch it with my tongue, salty, but not as bad as ocean water, i can hear the moms and dads clapping and cheering from behind the fence behind home plate, somethings happening over there but i can't tell what, i see the pitcher going through the motions but my sore eyes can't make out the ball leaving his hand, the batter swings with all his might, HUH! echoes from the umpire, i think that means strike. the catcher tosses the ball back to the mound from a squatting position, his quads must be on fire after five innings of squatting, i know mine would be, everybody's voices are so tiny from the outfield, its like were the forgotten players, the team's dead weight, the ones who aren't quite skilled enough to catch grounders in the infield, though one time i caught a line-drive seemingly doing about two-hundred miles per hour, my shining moment in youth baseball, ill never forget it, the ball cracked off the bat, i closed my eyes and held my glove out praying for a miracle, i felt the impact of the ball like an atomic bomb going off in my palm, my glove instinctively shut and people went nuts with cheer. i smiled pretty big that day, even kept the ball as a souvenir, all my teammates signed it at the end of the season that year...


*this whole story is a complete lie! i played second base and i don't have any souvenir baseballs!  Cheesy lol
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / dream catcher on: December 09, 2018, 11:43:49 PM
up on the wall just above the headboard hangs a woven dream catcher made with a thin pale strip of river wood and native beads, passed down from generation to generation to protect the minds of children, so they may peacefully sleep through the night, undisturbed by the monsters that lurk in the light under the closed closet door, or the sandman waiting to snatch their little feet as they step down from the bed, it hangs like a halo, an angel of god to fight back the ever penetrating darkness with light and love, a child sleeps with an old ripped baby blanket, thumb in mouth with drool dripping down the sides, the subtle rise and fall of her chest is warming, enough to melt your heart, the hair on her forehead is damp with sweat, i lean down with my lips and kiss her soft cheek, i can smell the johnson and johnson on her skin, I've done my job for tonight, she is safe, belly full with a fresh diaper, we even made it through half of a bedtime story, the adventures of clifford the big red dog, her favorite and an old favorite of mine, my sister should be home soon, a late night working the bar...
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: thought i'd share a recently finished lyric with y'all on: December 08, 2018, 01:11:48 AM
hey thanks a bunch guys. you guys write songs/lyrics much?
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: LA on: December 08, 2018, 01:10:40 AM
thanks newbie!  Wink
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / today's lyric. that's the goal tho! on: December 08, 2018, 01:09:32 AM
Shadows
Creatures of the night
Little voices
Telling me nothing is gonna turn out right

Phantoms
Scratching at the door
You gotta fend for yourself
Like never before

I keep falling down
I keep falling

They’re chasing me now
Pull the covers over my head
My hearts racing now
They’re wrapping up around my neck

Frozen faced
I’m too afraid to sleep
It’s me and my bed
But underneath,
there’s something dark and deep

And I keep falling down
I keep falling

They’re keeping me up at night
This howling wind is out to get my life

Oh, and I’m falling down
Oh, and I’m falling down
Oh, and I’m falling
Oh, and I’m falling down
And just before I hit the ground
I wake
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA on: December 05, 2018, 06:49:10 PM
the tune dances around my head,
i try but can't get rid of it
it loops around in tight circles
it spins continuously like the end of vinyl record

i heard it once in the car
flicking through the stations
it caught my ear but didnt make it far
i'd rather listen to the tires on the road in silence

still, the seeds been planted
the more i think about it the more it grows
this beanstalk of annoyance
consumes my every thought

why this melody
why this song
why today?

strolling through the grocery store
it buzzes through the intercom system
id rather there be a disaster in aisle 4
spilled milk and crying babies
ketchup everywhere
anything to stop the diddy

i just can't take it anymore
i fight back the urge
with my lips pressed tightly
my heart wants to sing every word




15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / thought i'd share a recently finished lyric with y'all on: November 30, 2018, 09:53:54 PM
just a man of few words
a simple individual in a complicated world
running ‘round a dead end street
all the punks want a piece
they throw sticks and stones

sees a girl he never seen comin’
steals his heart right out from under him
love, so it seemed
brought him to his knees
when she hit the ground runnin’

away
away

she kept away for some time
couldn’t make sense, the pieces of her life
she would pray to god
to make the pain stop
she died tryin’ to change everything
since a child, she’d been slipping

away
away
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