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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 / Jersey on: July 21, 2019, 01:52:48 PM
The heat tagged him. The air gnawed on his neck, choking him with golden canine fanged chain. His voice groaned and graveled as attempted to speak. His tongue, wet with warm blood dripped onto his lips as frowned at the sun. His wounded jersey snapping against his chest like his mother’s belt. His gaze escaped from mine, as his eyes limped trembled on the frozen grass.
The heat stirred me with the silent terror of what I wanted to confess. It as almost as my mind was wrapped with barbed wire. He was everything I thought about and obsessed over. A few friends knew this, but they always said the same.
“Every boy is a gun”. Every tear, every sweat, and every thought was a barrel passed your shoulder blades or canine teeth nudging closer to your ankles. The memories swooned, every street glimmered but the trees merrily waved along. Beating, pulsing and barely waining through the Summer. When Summertime approaches me it liters the past. Memories deliver garbage trucks.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Calendar on: June 22, 2019, 02:31:23 AM
Seasons changed with the same blissful vision. The sun loomed over our soft hair and our thighs cradled the sand. These clothes and worn out leather, the sun sizzled off this worn skin like a shoe. Battered with bruises and red hives poking out the epidermis. The smell of coconut dew and sweet tangerine tree sap, gaping off the bottle of sunscreen. The beach grew blue with an ominous moon looming over the shore. The cold sand was frozen in time as the sky rumbled and roared. Nature can orchestra a mess of things. I remember how they use to sing. The necklace tumbled dangling over my frozen heart. The same place my chest felt the sky breaking. The sky fractured apart from the frozen grey clouds. Here comes a storm. The rain shot bullet holes through the sand with hives and trickled from the roof. Long snake watery tails off the roof. The rain tails and trails down my skin. The drop of rain mushed inside the scares and bruises of my eyes. The rain felt amazing. I never got to feel it every time. The rain sizzled my Tonge and hugged my soul, it was a rag that wiped away the tears and held the frozen icepack on my eye.
The aroma of salt


3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Nail Polish/Summer on: June 22, 2019, 12:21:59 AM
The engine murmured jolting to a stale and abrupt silence.
Alright now” she said, halting her toe on the brake while leaning forward
She pulled the key out the ignition. 
“Hand me my purse, son”
I fished my hand to reveal the concealed velvet purse from under my seat and rested it on her lap.
“Come on,” she said nodding quickly.
She placed her feet on the ground as I did the same.
I dipped my toes to the ground.
Grass trampled under my soles drowning in starburst candy wrappers and plastic bottle caps. Lankly strip of grass catapulted up clawing the clouds for rain.
Sweat faltered off my brow as the heat sprung downtown. Soft whirls of wind zipped from ear to ear as a dozen cars swooped down. A whiff of gin and mild tobacco parked on my nostrils.
The metallic shrill of car tires closed in on us. Bamboozled our safety. 
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Omelette on: June 21, 2019, 02:05:11 PM
The grease is lava under the black rusty pan. The crackle and volcanic pops of grease. the smell of ash and burning metal, rust. The smell of small copper pennies. The orange cover over a snowy like an egg. The smoke erupts from the pot opening my shriveling pores. Letting the air breathe with the spice of peppers. The volcanic pit of my skin. The omelet is a blood orange sunset over the streetlights of amber, erupting over my melanin and brown hair's spiraling into the shadows with the heavy twists of my arms. Not a really big pullout. Pollute my bones with musk and trees. Autumn leaves are my charcoal.

5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA on: June 20, 2019, 02:39:21 AM
Neon light sizzling for moths of the crowd. Kissed the sky with rings of smoke, merging into kaleidoscopic vision. The mariner of the engine bass rattling the denim seats. The blades of grass stammered as the lamplight burns their complexion. Coconut oil reflecting off their cheeks forehead gleaming off the sun. Orange haze covered the sky. Pink lips softened as a plum. The trees swarming the shades, seated against the wind. The girls walking with baboon twigs and golden chains 'round their necks. Gold chains dangling and swinging like a pendulum. The street lifts blurring our street headlights. The asphalt rumbling while feet scattered presses of asphalt chips across the feet. Shuffling with c.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Front Door on: June 15, 2019, 04:13:18 AM
I remember my fathers front door. The door was ajar and gleaming white against the rusty lock chain shackled to the door frame. The chain ricochet off the lock, swung the door handle to the other end of the house like a tethered ball, winding against the stagnant string of a bronze pole-and then rippled over the chalk-colored walls, peeling acidic peels of paint as your finger boils with scars. His feet seemed to fill those dingy socks until it stretched over the top lacing of his sandals-then you would see how his joints shifted to the tender muscles of his toes-popping under his soggy tank top. He ringed the hose to the driveway, suds foamed sparkling over a frozen faucet. Water dancing against the round pebbles like a mountain stream, grooving and sidestepping down an electric kaleidoscope of neon lights-and then the feebled knees and hips popping against the snare drum towards the funky sidewalk.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Chapstick on: June 12, 2019, 04:15:50 PM
Lips softened like warm plums in the summer. Scented with tangerine and summertime glow, she kissed him slow. Lips graveled smooching against his frozen cheek. But it had no effect. He gazed into the black abyss of the shower drain. She leaned on his shoulder. They’re Two Wet Bodies were together naked in the shower’s mist. Steam fogged the mirror, covering their milk-complexions like a blanket. Her body swayed with hips inviting, Her words were delicate drops of wine. Close my eyes and fall into you. Her eyes dimmed the lights of the room, hand guided by an usher to the velvet room. Your Tender kiss filled mine with roses
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Balance Beam on: June 11, 2019, 05:02:26 PM
A thick mist of stale cedar and spruce particles linger in the air. A beam of orange citrus glow loomed in the studio through the balcony side window.
The wooden beam sat next to a dozen mirrors staring upright. Her thumb cradled the bar, its metallic legs wedged between her thighs. She stood upright in first position, her head tilted back with her chin raised. The dull chips of wood prickled through her leotard and her skin like cacti. Her lips blushed and her cheeks were raised on stilts. She stretched her arms wide and inhaled. The wax polished floors stifled the hairs of her nose. Each movement grew deeper,  joints sinking into the bar. As she moved through the ballet studio, It was almost as if the ends of toes were pins and needles. Her toes penetrated through her soft brown ballet shoes into the floor. She leaned into the railing then the mirror and then the floor. Soft droplets of sweat graciously slide down her brow. Her movement hallowed the room as the mirror reflected back. The explosive tension through her spin, spine shaped like the handle of a fork A black swan that traded her light to shine ag-

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The sun grazed the wooden floor. We danced all night. The moon loomed as the light kissed your face, I tiptoed across the room. The amber street lights sizzling on the corner, complexion showered with tan leather. Skin creased like fake clothes. How could you walk around with someone else skin? The wood cradled against her thighs, cold metallic legs leaned against her worm leotard. Her fingers flinched as she shifts her toes like vipers. Visiting the balance beam. Her weary toes.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / unicycle on: June 10, 2019, 08:09:06 PM
It’s a balancing act that I just can’t keep. An hour hanged fractured between our stale dreams. Time clutched bending a tire over the copper clock. Wheels spiraled like shards of snow. Tire shimmied trembling over frozen asphalt. Cycles trimmed spitting chunks of the interstate into their eyes,  screeching on the breaks as our bones chuckled. Complexion tanned genuine leather, our minds hanged on a decline. The unicycle buckled stuttering forward and back, a balancing act that I’m sure to keep. Velvet curtain and white rain trickled from the tent.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tornado on: June 10, 2019, 02:05:30 AM
She walks beside a whirlwind in her heels.
Perfume ascended sizzling from her golden skin.
She pulls me in, I’m twisted plummeting into her cold lashes.  
She’s beautiful. Mother earth sending me into the abyss.
My stomach screeched fluttering with smiling butterflies.  
Lips trembled like sour lips of a desert.
Fear sting these delicate words, swelling my mouth with red wine regrets.
Painful plosives lingered off the tongue,
You’re really beautiful and I wanted to let you know that.
Magnolia petals flailing while she’s sat staring,
The tornado finally flew.  
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / BINKIE on: June 08, 2019, 06:49:01 PM
Her tongue twisted tenderizing stale rubber. Plastic numbed foaming her strawberry gums like bitter cyanide. Lips lingered kisses tickling the metallic ring pop. Crawled through her mind like a brain freeze. Tongue buckled piercing her cheeks with glee. Her mind exploded, the crimson night enflamed her memory. The wheels murmured against her head like a heartbeat. The car limped trembling through chunks of frozen asphalt. Running through red lights, rain trickling down the window. Horn screeched strangling her ears as she drifts further down. It was like kissing with our eyes closed,
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Birthday Card on: June 07, 2019, 04:09:59 PM
The sky slowed trembling across my eyes. I laid there with clothes clinging like soggy bags of bleach. The mist of musty onions and sweat lingered dangling from my nose. I fished my hands away from the sheets. I traced the lines of my gums with a toothbrush. Mouth foaming with white toothpaste, while my dreary eyes hanged across my cheek. The faucet leaked trickling spears of water. Rust colored its tongue spitting in the drain. I walked through marbled floors, particles of dust looming in the air.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Slinky on: June 06, 2019, 09:30:10 PM
The bed whimpered saying loving words when you came to bed. I let my eyes be swollen on your chest. My ears were sunken into your skin like a needle. I was a stethoscope to your heart. Every soul needs surgery, my heart was the only remedy. The sheet was warm crimson ignited with passion, I invited you to enter peacefully into this room. Lavender smothering against acrylic purple tears. My eyes watered happily as I watched you traced your belt with your fingers. I watch your take your gazelles off, let them graze the floor. Your soft hands tending to the soft peaches of my womb, cradled receding fingers…laying graciously over my ears. The slinky was a little noisemaker.

14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Polka Dot on: June 06, 2019, 09:12:49 PM
I stuttered weeping over golden grass. The sky slowed trembling over my cold stare. The sun hesitantly rested on my shoulder. I shrugged sinking my hands through stale clothes. My mind rushed cycling through dingy laundry, fishing away all the things that remind me of you. Your warm lips swollen like plums, they haunted me. A dozen dresses cracked the ceiling, wheezing in the air. The sun sizzled pissing through beige and brown like warm rust. I nabbed onto your coal dress smothered with ash. The polka dot dress came plummeting down to earth. Your dress smoldered hissing with crimson dye. The day you went away, everything was falling down. Burning.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Montana on: June 05, 2019, 01:19:38 AM
The traffic lights wained soothing the crowded engine. Yellow lights flickered tanning the frozen hood ornaments. Time hiccuped slowly as she tip-toed on the sidewalk. Her tears were hooked dangling on her swollen face. She held on tight to her tears.
But…one by one, her tears went tumbling, spiraling, plummeting down to earth.
She kept her head down to earth.
The neon sign comes alive at night in our darkest night. It loomed an ominous glow.
Our complexion’s glimmer like the swimming pools in Montana. The red light dyed her hair auburn.
These streets stuffed shattered glass in her empty shoes. She couldn’t stomach the pain, so now she’ll dance and drink it away.
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