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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 / Tech Support / Re: are all the march prompts going to be the same as february's? on: April 18, 2018, 08:03:11 AM
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2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stone on: April 17, 2018, 07:32:08 AM
You started off with a heart of gold
Looked out for me as I grew old
You combed my hair and massaged my neck
Parked my car, power washed my deck
People said I was lucky and I agreed
Little did I know you were tricking me
Had no idea what was going on in that brain
Just using me for your own personal gain

You lied, defied what I was feeling inside
How the hell do you sleep at night
Can't condone the way we've grown
Your Al Capone with that heart of stone

Starting to see your heart solidify  
Making mistakes you can't rectify
Taking my car out for a joyride
Speeding thru intersections running red lights
You said that dent wasn't your fault
Lying so much is a terrible insult
It's hurts my heart more than you know
I guess that why you heart is stone

You lied, defied what I was feeling inside
How the hell do you sleep at night
Can't condone the way we've grown
Your Al Capone with that heart of stone

Flipped a switch you couldn't resist
Saw my credit card and had to use it
You bought your boyfriend a Gucci belt
I can't believe the hand you've been dealt
Should've noticed, how can I be so stupid
Didn't realize this arrow in my back wasn't from cupid
My heart of gold can no longer condone
Being beaten alive by your heart of stone

You lied, defied what I was feeling inside
How the hell do you sleep at night
Can't condone the way we've grown
Your Al Capone with that heart of stone
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spy on: April 12, 2018, 07:45:14 AM
Anxiety gets the best of me
It's because you're way too pretty
It's not you I don't trust, it's them
Male's that hit on you at the gym
I understand they can't help but stare
Thick legs and long blonde hair
So if you catch me on your phone, you know why
My anxiety makes me act like a spy

Shift thru texts and twitter dms
Your Instagram likes? yeah I see them
Social media makes me into this guy
A self-esteem lacking boyfriend spy

Lying to me is something I can't condone
Why do you smile when you look at your phone
I see all of those male comments
On every single one of your instagram pics
I'm sorry if i'm coming off as a controlling weenie
But every Throwback Thursday you're in a bikini
So if you catch me on your phone, you know why
My anxiety makes me act like a spy

Shift thru texts and twitter dms
Your Instagram likes? yeah I see them
Social media makes me into this guy
A self-esteem lacking boyfriend spy

So if you catch me on your phone, you know why
My anxiety makes me act like a spy
Wait, who the hell is drew?
What can he do that I can't do?
Should I favorite every tweet like him?
Should I send emoji's with the whack ass grin?
I guess It was good of me to pry
I knew there was a reason for me to be a spy
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tent on: April 11, 2018, 01:42:47 PM
Starry nights out with dad
Greatest times I've ever had
Fire outside kept us warm at night
Lightining bugs the other source of light
Crickets chirped as memories were made
If I had a choice I'd definitely stay
Man I would've even paid rent
To stay in that 1980's blackened tent

Summer nights were made in you
Got to stay outside no matter my curfew
All night long I'd stay inside
You'll be in life till the day I die

First vacation with my new girlfriend
Not breaking the rules but I guess they bend
Marshmellows were roasted in the dark
Glad our first trip made it's mark
Looking like this is an amazing start
To this journey we'll both embark
From the look in your eyes, my messages been sent
That my love for you started in this tent

Summer nights were made in you
Got to stay outside no matter my curfew
All night long I'd stay inside
You'll be in life till the day I die

My wife and I made it back in the woods
Brought our kid, life's been oh so good
Family's getting bigger with one in the oven
Same as it was, the crickets still buzzin
Not so much longer we'll fit in you
But there's not much we can do
Unfortunately, this is will be our last trip
I'll remember you as our very first tent

Summer nights were made in you
Got to stay outside no matter my curfew
All night long I'd stay inside
You'll be in life till the day I die
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tulip on: April 10, 2018, 01:27:46 PM
Rosey didn't seem like the right word
The right word to describe this girl
The word to describe this girl's cheeks
Her cheek's when I'd she her in the streets
In the street's they weren't that red
They weren't that red but instead
But instead a color lighter than her lips
The color of her cheeks were like tulips

That consistent blush wasn't rosey
That consistent blush wasn't rosey
The color of your cheeks unmatched
Rosey was not how I would react

Heat flashes walking inside
Tulip cheeks she could never hide
Made fun of as I child I'm sure
Must've been a tough time to endure
But I never deemed them as a flaw
Beautiful tulips was all I saw
People tried to bury your confidence indeed
Little did they know they burying a seed

That consistent blush wasn't rosey
That consistent blush wasn't rosey
The color of your cheeks unmatched
Rosey was not how I would react
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Aisle on: April 06, 2018, 08:57:05 AM
Floating down the tiled aisle
Stomach filled with toxic bile
Whole world headed in a spiral
Last ditch effort I missed by a mile
Abouta reach my loving rival
Not so bad after I saw that smile
For so long I thought I was in exile
I guess I could hang with her for awhile

That checkered tile aint so scary
Outlook on life now extraordinary
Thanks for the confidence sweetheart
That aisle the only thing keeping us apart

Mom to my right pops to my left
Made marriage such a weird concept
Hatred, I guess they currently lost it
Each of their eyes an open faucet
Took the rule book and gladly tossed it
You up on that alter look oh so flawless
But you seem fine, and well adept
To take my life and repay the debt

That checkered tile aint so scary
Outlook on life now extraordinary
Thanks for the confidence sweetheart
That aisle the only thing keeping us apart
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Padlock on: April 03, 2018, 07:50:05 AM
I've been shunned from day one
Opening you up has been quite a run
Tried every key on my ring
Nothing will get you to sing
I've heard you from afar
We all know you're a star
Times running out on your clock
Please open up my padlock

Pipes of steel, sounds of grace
Forever will stay locked up at this pace
Life's tick tock will never stop
Please open up my padlock

Musical abilities are a triple threat
Flow, vernacular and a grasp of concepts
Tried every practical combination
Insert each key in every orientation
Beauty inside must be tough to hide
Come on baby I'll be your guide
Keeping it in outta be a sin
I'm begging you please, just please open

Pipes of steel, sounds of grace
Forever will stay locked up at this pace
Life's tick tock will never stop
Please open up my padlock
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Potion on: March 30, 2018, 11:54:33 AM
One part OJ, two parts tequilla
Add some grenadine and Ill be seeing ya
First potion down was pretty strong
But the sting felt so good on my tounge
Double fisted my second and third
Two minutes later I smashed both birds
Four was pretty tough to endure
Five and I hit the worm on the floor

Man I love me a tequilla sunrise
The truth comes out, nobody lies
Man I love me a tequilla sunrise
Actually maybe I'll just take five

I'll be honest I don't remember six
Had my holiday inn feeling like the Ritz
Seven than eight, i was feeling great
How much more could I really take
Nine came fast, I hoped it was my last
But 10 had me reminiscing on the past
Ehhh i'm losing control of my lips
Ehhh I can no longer do this

Man I love me a tequilla sunrise
The truth comes out, nobody lies
Man I love me a tequilla sunrise
Actually maybe I'll just take five
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Jug on: March 29, 2018, 06:31:43 AM
Desert dry my mouth inside
Angry thirst too hard to hide
Crying out loud, losing control
Itchy back throat is taking its toll
Bone dry my mom doesn't condone
Finished the race I made it home
Didn't make it to the table, passed out on the rug
Jug to my lips and kept it snug

Water subsides this feeling inside
The liquid where I can always confide
Was gonna die, laying on that rug
Thank God for that filled up jug
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Omelet on: March 28, 2018, 09:10:19 AM
(First verse)
-Talk about my grandma making my mom omelets

(chorus)
Egg quesadilla perfect start to the morning
Flaming hot Tabasco consistently pouring
2% milk with a side of toast
Don't need a Denny's breakfast love hers the most

(2nd verse)
Crusty eyes open, push the blanket off the bed
Freshly steamed clothes feel good on my legs
Listerine sting as I head downstairs
Smell of momma's eggs fills the air
We ain't talking scrambled there's no way
And sunny side up isn't how I start my day
Like mine with ham and peppers on it
Talkin about my momma's world famous omelet

(chorus)
Egg quesadilla perfect start to the morning
Flaming hot Tabasco consistently pouring
2% milk with a side of toast
Don't need a Denny's breakfast love hers the most

(3rd verse)
-Talk about my wife making an omelet for my son
  
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Pipe Organ on: March 27, 2018, 10:28:09 AM
Blue green stain crawls up the steal
Black and white keys got a textured feel
Cushionless bench with no lumber support
Back left leg a little too short
Siting undisturbed up on the alter
It's beautiful sound never faltered
Each note rings throughout the room
High notes happy, the lows bring gloom

12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / String on: March 26, 2018, 07:44:02 AM
Pawn shop guitar was my last paycheck
It's 5 string look made it a reject
Ironic that my guitar is just like me
High E  I could never reach
But that sound box still singing
And my fingers still stinging
It just don't sound the same
Without that 6th string ringing

Never take for granted, what you are
You'll always be my very first guitar
Cannot wait for us to be up in lights
Maybe one day this will all seem right

13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Life Jacket on: March 23, 2018, 07:08:10 AM
Choking on life, I can no longer  breath
Cement shoes bring me to the bottom of the sea
Every stroke up I sink twice as deep
Dragging thru the sea like a mindless sheep
Long ago I must of  lost my goal
Hands pruned up  like a 80 year old
But you reach down and lift me back up
My guardian angel, my  life jacket

Baby, you're my life jacket
Oh baby, your're my life jacket
When live drags me down and I feel like i've had it
Oh baby, you're my life jacket
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Diary on: March 20, 2018, 09:58:47 AM
Brown cover filled with aimless drawings
Procrastinating the feelings spawning
Starting this diary was always a doubt
Once I opened it all my feelings spilled out

Callused fingertips from countless cuts
Flipped thru pages of countless ruts
Lines start to fade with time
Read it twenty times, line by line

Throwback to when I thought it was a phase
10 years later and I've hit the last page
Nobody but you and I knows what's inside
Cover to cover my life meticulously described

15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hammock on: March 19, 2018, 08:52:37 AM
Reminisce on the good old days
Back and forth her and I would sway
That backyard hammock would carry us two
Something our relationship could never do
Those tattered strings and rusty springs
Always consistent were those two things
Wish I could draw on more emotions
But this is too similar to that swingset commotion

Don't have any good rhymes at this time
Making less noice than my back porch chimes
Maybe one day these memories will return
But for right now they all remain burned
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