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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


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1  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....
2  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
3  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...
4  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?
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: LA on: December 08, 2018, 01:10:40 AM
thanks newbie!  Wink
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / today's lyric. that's the goal tho! on: December 08, 2018, 01:09:32 AM
Creatures of the night
Little voices
Telling me nothing is gonna turn out right

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
7  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

8  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’


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

9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / galaxy on: November 29, 2018, 05:11:45 PM
nothing consumes my imagination more than the vast night sky, when the small town i grew up in got eerily dark and quiet, i'd grab an old blanket and lay it out on the hill in front of my driveway, the hill that sloped down quickly into the front yard, i'd grab a friend and a box of cheese-its and just sit back on it, in a simple moment of surrender, our eyes would be filled with billions of stars, it's amazing how far you can see when your looking in the right direction, our moon really does feel like a neighbor we know and love, always willing to help us out with some sugar or milk, clarity of mind. the night sky is clear, cloudless, i begin to play connect the dots with the constellations, bringing me back to sixth grade, in the gymnasium, where the class would circle up with a mega parachute, toss it up to fill it with air and then quickly sit down on it forming a colorful bubble for us to gaze in wonder at, every single child had a smile that stretched from ear to ear, it was impossible not to be amazed by what we'd accomplished, everyone playing their part to create something beautiful for the greater good, theres so much darkness in the universe, the stars are but night-lights to remind us of safe passage as our minds wander through the what-ifs and why's that plague our very existence...
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Daisy on: November 28, 2018, 08:11:46 PM
'just tall enough to notice' --so dainty and cute! nice
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Daisy on: November 28, 2018, 08:10:20 PM
'let me smell your snowy arms' <--- made my heart melt thinking of home, maine.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Daisy on: November 28, 2018, 08:06:35 PM
wonderful opening line!
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / daisy on: November 28, 2018, 08:05:31 PM
don't get lazy with the one you love
most people only get one chance
pick the flower that matches her soul
pedals of white with a center of gold

don't get crazy with expensive gifts
there are but few things that make a heart lift
dig down deep in your own heart
and be to her the person that sets you apart

for she could have anyone she desires
don't be the man with his pants on fire
be delicate, truthful and show her you care
run your fingers through her hair

like a breeze, sweep them softly across her neck
give her a feeling she'll never forget
be the one she associates with pleasure
a love like this will last forever

its not everyday two roots collide
they slowly strengthen with sun and time
our compliments act like water
you must always be conscious of her

take a little piece of advice
don't get lazy with the one you love
take her out and treat her nice
and she'll shower you like the month of may
with a shoulder to lean on after a cloudy day

my pretty little daisy
you continue to amaze me

14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: dragonfly on: November 27, 2018, 08:25:51 PM
lol thanks availablebeat!
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / string on: November 27, 2018, 08:22:54 PM
the harmonics are dissonant, i twist and turn the tuning pegs to try to create some sort of unison, the pitches pulse together, not in perfect sync, faster then slower as i get closer, til finally, a match. i shape up my fingers for an open g chord and strum in a downward motion with my right hand, plucking each string as the pick passes by, sounds better, not perfect, but good enough, i inch up on the stool, fixing my posture and straightening my back, the stage lights are bright, the florescent blues and reds are blinding me from the dark room filled with people before me, cocktail glasses glimmer from the tables, and the people wait silently in anticipation for the first chord. i say 'hello' into the mic, the feedback immediate catches and sends a piercing shockwave of sound through the room, a wine glass buckles under the pressure, a green olive rolls from the table and falls to the floor, the heat from the stage lamps are starting to make me sweat, my pits are swampy and my voice is shaky and nervous, i take another deep breath, wait a brief moment, put my mouth up to the mic give a couple 'check-checks' for the sound-guy at the back of the room to correct the issue--fucking idiot. i look down at the set-list on the floor, four songs long, a bead of sweat falls from my nose, and i begin...
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