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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
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 on: March 19, 2018, 10:38:47 AM 
Started by marioncarrillo - Last post by marioncarrillo
The comes through the hammock fabric and lands on my skin in a netted diamond pattern. It warms me. I wont be awake for long. My belly is full with a good meal and I have no responsibilities today. A light breeze keeps me from overheating in the sun and is quick to evaporate the sweat from my face. I worked all morning in the garden, my hands and fingernails show the time spent. My body is sore from the work and ready for rest.

The taste of sweet lemonade lingers on my tongue mixed with the ghost of a ham sandwich past.

My eyes close lazily as I sink further in to myself and let the hammock take my relaxed weight. Somewhere in the distance I can hear sprinkler heads on a lawn. Further out the constant flow of traffic marches on. I am pleased not to be in that today. Above me small birds of so many colors chitter and chat. The hummingbird enjoys the feeder I have hung out for him. I list peacefully in the hammock, drifting away in to a dream.

 on: March 19, 2018, 08:52:37 AM 
Started by Ymmot13 - Last post by Ymmot13
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

 on: March 19, 2018, 12:34:08 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
Summer days
Time for relaxation
Summer days
Filled with jubilation
Summer days
Filled with procrastination
How I long for those
Sunny summer days

Sunny days
Sleeping in my hammock
Sunny days
Children causing havoc
Sunny days
And endless source of comfort
How I long for those
Sunny summer days

Summer days
You would lay beside me
Summer days
Those days are long behind me
Summer days
Do you ever think about me
And all the time we shared
On those sunny summer days

 on: March 18, 2018, 02:46:01 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
 will kneel before your alter
I will bow before your feet
I will swear to stand beside you
Through victory and defeat
I will be here when you need me
I will answer every call
I will stand below to catch you
If you ever slip and fall
Because my love is ever growing
You have possession of my heart
And every day I feel you near me
Even when we are apart

 on: March 17, 2018, 11:33:56 PM 
Started by oohl90 - Last post by oohl90
3/17/2018 - stone

Happily lost, our four-door vessel weaves along narrow roads surrounded by lush green and grey stone skies. Eyes wide with bewilderment and flooded with unforgettable views of foreign landscapes. Wandering through creaking iron gates, burnt coffee beans bite bitterly at our tongues and warm our exposed hands from the icy morning air. Promises of luck and prosperity waft along the musty, claustrophobic castle walls. Yesterdays haunt these grounds. Hanging upside down, the tingling rush of blood to my head makes for a dizzying kiss. The smooth, polished, hopefully sanitized blarney stone has caressed my lips and I feel the small. I'm nothing more than a vagabond basking in the beauty of an ancestral tourist trap.  

 on: March 16, 2018, 11:11:02 PM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
Staring at the midnight sky
On this carpet made of Stone
A thousand miles from where Iím from
A backpack for my home.
Long lake stars and meteor showers
Dazzle the sky above
But I would rather stare into the eyes
Of the woman that I love.
The water laps beside us
As we lay there side by side
All emotions laid out bare
Nothing left to hide.
Your fingers intertwined with mine
I say a little prayer
As I gaze into this paradise
I am grateful that you are also there.

 on: March 16, 2018, 03:59:15 PM 
Started by sbw015 - Last post by sbw015
Leaving the seat of the swing I plan my descent and brace for impact. My motherís warnings of broken bones, shattered legs, and hot, throbbing pain hang in my mind like a dense fog. What if sheís right and this is my last ride, my final voyage into the lower levels of the atmosphere? I may never reach these heights again, forever relegated to a thin spring mattress in my casts and traction devices. But itís a little late for that. The wind is in my ears and the sun-baked playground yard is rapidly approaching. I land in a puff of dust and squeaking chains. Another clean landing. No need to check the flight recorder, no dusty tears drying to my cheeks. I think itís time to saddle up and ride again, but with one nagging question: do I go higher or farther?

 on: March 16, 2018, 01:31:09 PM 
Started by oohl90 - Last post by oohl90
3/16/2018 - Brownie
Piercing screams of a smoke detector flood my eardrums like screeching feedback waking me from sleep. Still dream-ridden, strong bitter aromas of char and smoke pull me from my dazed state. Sprinting to the kitchen, Iím greeted by the oven with a hovering fog of negligence. The pit of hunger that was previously dwelling in my stomach is now a gaping tunnel of fear. Upon opening the ovenís mouth my face is roasted by its scalding breath. I pull disintegrated black ruins of brownie mix from the ashy racks. So much for my confection endeavor. A tiresome relief sweeps over my body as I open windows and grab my jangling keys to head to the grocery store.

 on: March 16, 2018, 08:23:46 AM 
Started by CallMeSaul - Last post by CallMeSaul
Boxed you have the porous yield of a chocolate sponge cake. That is why I make you from scratch with love, the deep and viscous molasses at your core catalyzes into a tough and brittle crust like a biscotto. The top shows the lighter color of a creamy cup of coffe;e and the topographic wrinkles that settle on plateau remind me of ocean tides frozen in time. The taste has none of the chunky laden guilt of a candy bar, or the conflict of texture of a chocolate chip cookie that often makes my stomach drop. You are baking in its pure form, humble hearth and home, a welcome chaser to any meal. Looking at your landscape I see the fantasy of a flat earth, and as I clumsily extract your tectonic plates from your cradle of glass I am reminded to seek the simple joys in life.

 on: March 16, 2018, 08:11:30 AM 
Started by Ymmot13 - Last post by Ymmot13
100 MG of THC just ingested
Only a hour in, hope I don't regret this
Couldn't stop at one bite, finished it all
My Sense of self control continues to fall
Double chocolate with an icy frosting
Since of elation is definitely fostering
Body feeling a little heavier than it should
But damn, that brownie was way to good

One hour in the oven and one minute on the plate
Ate it so quick couldn't appreciate the taste
Stomach wasn't ready, I surely surprised him
The start of an adventure is on the horizon

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