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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by donnasfineart1

When We Were Strangers

"This can't last. The pain I'm feeling, can't last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. They'll come a time in the future when I won't think on this anymore. I can look back and say it was just a passing fancy. No, no I don't want that time to come. I want to remember every minute, always, so it never happens again.”


As Zoë was sitting in the Hoboken train depot, her mind was going in so many different directions. She had to talk to Mike, even though he wasn't with her. “I know I'm a happily married woman, at least I thought I was."

Oh Mike, there's so much that I want to say to you. You're the only one in the world with enough wisdom and gentleness to understand. If only it was somebody else's story and not mine. As it is, you're the only one in the world that I can never tell.Ever! Even if I waited until we were old people, you'd be looking back over the years and be hurt. I don't ever want you to be hurt. We’re a happily married couple and let's never forget that. We have a home. You're my husband. I know I'm a happily married woman - or I was, until a few weeks ago. You're my whole world, and it's enough, or rather, it was until a few weeks ago. Mike, I've been so foolish. I met a stranger and I thought I fell in love. I'm an ordinary woman. I didn't think these things happen to ordinary people.

It all started on an ordinary day in the most ordinary place in the world - the Hoboken coffee shop. I was having a cup of coffee and reading a book. My train wasn't due for ten minutes. I looked up and saw a man come in from looking at the train schedule. He had on an ordinary raincoat, his head was turned down and I didn't even see his face. He got his coffee, and turned. Then I saw his face. He had eyes that were bluer than a cloudless sky. He was tall, and so handsome. I asked him if he could pass me the half & half. He smiled and nodded his head, that was it. Mike, why was I so attracted to this man?


So that's how it all began, just me asking for half & half. I completely forgot the whole incident. It didn't mean anything to me at all. At least I didn't think it did.


Three weeks later I was running to my train. I suddenly remembered his train went to Morristown and was just pulling out. I don't know why but I looked up at the windows and at the running passengers, wondering if he was there, but he wasn't. I was really thinking of other things, but couldn't understand after three weeks this stranger was popping into my head again?

Then one day I was turning the corner in Greenwich Village, you know Mike how I love to shop at all the bohemian shops, I feel so cool! As I was window shopping I literally bumped into my stranger. I nearly fell to my knees.

"Hello! I don't know if you remember me, we were in the coffee shop about a month ago? I never told you my name. It's Chad”. He was speaking so quickly I couldn't get a word in.

"Of course I remember you. Well I’m finally glad to put a name to a passing face!” I felt so embarrassed, I knew I was blushing. “My name is Zoë, it's wonderful to finally meet the person who handed me half & half!”

Chad and I started to laugh.

"Zoë, I was wondering if you'd like to have a drink in SoHo?” Chad asked.

"Well, um, I really should be getting on, but, I think I have enough time for just one, okay Chad that would be great!”

"Excellent Zoë! May I take your arm?” Chad asked…I had no premonitions. I suppose I should have had. It all seemed so natural and so innocent.


“Of course you may. Lead me on.”


We had a wonderful afternoon. Not only did he buy me a drink, but he bought me a wonderful late lunch too. You know I always chain smoke when I drink, which I know upsets you.


Mike when we were done we decided to take a long walk and in that walk we learned everything about each other. He works on Wall Street and is just starting off, he's so optimistic about his future. At one point we decided to sit on a bench near 2nd avenue. The intensity between us was real. We started to stare at each other. We stopped talking, our eyes met, and I noticed he had placed his arm around my neck.


“ Zoë you're so beautiful, I've actually been thinking about you for a month. I wanted to bump into you, but I never did. This is embarrassing, but I've had dreams about you…I'm sorry I don't mean to embarrass you…”


With his last word I embraced his face with my hands, and our mouths met. Tongue meeting tongue, we were kissing with animal magnetism, I couldn't get enough, and I knew we both wanted each other.


“ Zoë I live near here that's why I was in Greenwich Village, come over, just today. I really want you.” He pleaded with his blue eyes.


“Yes, I want you too…I'll work out the rest of the day, let's go.”


Mike, that's what's so shameful about it all. That's what would hurt you the most if you knew, that I could feel so intensely as that, away from you with a stranger.


We had sex over and over. He touched me in places I never felt before, but when it was over the guilt was immense, I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I had an afternoon lover.

Remember me calling you? I never lied to you, but I had to and the sad thing was you believed me, because you always do.


Every week we met, the same time and his apartment. One day we were touching, embracing each other as if I had made my mind up to leave you. Then out of the blue, “she” walked in.

Chad never mentioned anyone else? Was this his sister? Was this my punishment for falling in love, or rather lust for another man?


“At it again Chad?” The woman was cynical, she smiled so slyly.

"Hey honey, I'm Mrs. Chad, Laura, and you are?” She was evil, but he was a liar too!


“Laura, her name is Zoë! Leave her alone! I screwed up, not her, she didn't know I was married. Why are you home so early too!” Chad screamed at her, as if this was normal?


“I came home because the scent in MY house is not MY scent, I knew you were up to something again! As I said, MY house! Get your whore out of here, you know what will happen to you if Daddy finds out again, you bastard!”


“Okay, okay! Let me speak with her for one minute!” Chad was screaming at his “wife” continuously. I had to run and run out fast. He looked at me, and I at him with fire in my eyes.


"Zoë you're no prima donna either! You're just as married as I am. We fucked, that was it!” He said


I stopped and looked in his eyes, his piercing eyes I once fell for, and said…


“It wasn't just fucking, I had fallen in love…I'll never be married like you!”


Remember when I called you to pick me up Mike? I asked you to meet me in Hoboken? I wanted to feel you around my arms, not a stranger that I fell for, not something I thought I was looking for, because I already had the man I was looking for, my husband.

















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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by donnasfineart1
When We Were Strangers
"This can't last. The pain I'm feeling, can't last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. They'll come a time in the future when I won't think on this anymore. I can look back and say it was just a passing fancy. No, no I don't want that time to come. I want to remember every minute, always, so it never happens again.”

As Zoë was sitting in the Hoboken train depot, her mind was going in so many different directions. She had to talk to Mike, even though he wasn't with her. “I know I'm a happily married woman, at least I thought I was."

Oh Mike, there's so much that I want to say to you. You're the only one in the world with enough wisdom and gentleness to understand. If only it was somebody else's story and not mine. As it is, you're the only one in the world that I can never tell.Ever! Even if I waited until we were old people, you'd be looking back over the years and be hurt. I don't ever want you to be hurt. We’re a happily married couple and let's never forget that. We have a home. You're my husband. I know I'm a happily married woman - or I was, until a few weeks ago. You're my whole world, and it's enough, or rather, it was until a few weeks ago. Mike, I've been so foolish. I met a stranger and I thought I fell in love. I'm an ordinary woman. I didn't think these things happen to ordinary people.

It all started on an ordinary day in the most ordinary place in the world - the Hoboken coffee shop. I was having a cup of coffee and reading a book. My train wasn't due for ten minutes. I looked up and saw a man come in from looking at the train schedule. He had on an ordinary raincoat, his head was turned down and I didn't even see his face. He got his coffee, and turned. Then I saw his face. He had eyes that were bluer than a cloudless sky. He was tall, and so handsome. I asked him if he could pass me the half & half. He smiled and nodded his head, that was it. Mike, why was I so attracted to this man?

So that's how it all began, just me asking for half & half. I completely forgot the whole incident. It didn't mean anything to me at all. At least I didn't think it did.

Three weeks later I was running to my train. I suddenly remembered his train went to Morristown and was just pulling out. I don't know why but I looked up at the windows and at the running passengers, wondering if he was there, but he wasn't. I was really thinking of other things, but couldn't understand after three weeks this stranger was popping into my head again?

Then one day I was turning the corner in Greenwich Village, you know Mike how I love to shop at all the bohemian shops, I feel so cool! As I was window shopping I literally bumped into my stranger. I nearly fell to my knees.

"Hello! I don't know if you remember me, we were in the coffee shop about a month ago? I never told you my name. It's Chad”. He was speaking so quickly I couldn't get a word in.

"Of course I remember you. Well I’m finally glad to put a name to a passing face!” I felt so embarrassed, I knew I was blushing. “My name is Zoë, it's wonderful to finally meet the person who handed me half & half!”

Chad and I started to laugh.

"Zoë, I was wondering if you'd like to have a drink in SoHo?” Chad asked.

"Well, um, I really should be getting on, but, I think I have enough time for just one, okay Chad that would be great!”

"Excellent Zoë! May I take your arm?” Chad asked…I had no premonitions. I suppose I should have had. It all seemed so natural and so innocent.

“Of course you may. Lead me on.”

We had a wonderful afternoon. Not only did he buy me a drink, but he bought me a wonderful late lunch too. You know I always chain smoke when I drink, which I know upsets you.

Mike when we were done we decided to take a long walk and in that walk we learned everything about each other. He works on Wall Street and is just starting off, he's so optimistic about his future. At one point we decided to sit on a bench near 2nd avenue. The intensity between us was real. We started to stare at each other. We stopped talking, our eyes met, and I noticed he had placed his arm around my neck.

“ Zoë you're so beautiful, I've actually been thinking about you for a month. I wanted to bump into you, but I never did. This is embarrassing, but I've had dreams about you…I'm sorry I don't mean to embarrass you…”

With his last word I embraced his face with my hands, and our mouths met. Tongue meeting tongue, we were kissing with animal magnetism, I couldn't get enough, and I knew we both wanted each other.

“ Zoë I live near here that's why I was in Greenwich Village, come over, just today. I really want you.” He pleaded with his blue eyes.

“Yes, I want you too…I'll work out the rest of the day, let's go.”

Mike, that's what's so shameful about it all. That's what would hurt you the most if you knew, that I could feel so intensely as that, away from you with a stranger.

We had sex over and over. He touched me in places I never felt before, but when it was over the guilt was immense, I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I had an afternoon lover.

Remember me calling you? I never lied to you, but I had to and the sad thing was you believed me, because you always do.

Every week we met, the same time and his apartment. One day we were touching, embracing each other as if I had made my mind up to leave you. Then out of the blue, “she” walked in.

Chad never mentioned anyone else? Was this his sister? Was this my punishment for falling in love, or rather lust for another man?

“At it again Chad?” The woman was cynical, she smiled so slyly.

"Hey honey, I'm Mrs. Chad, Laura, and you are?” She was evil, but he was a liar too!

“Laura, her name is Zoë! Leave her alone! I screwed up, not her, she didn't know I was married. Why are you home so early too!” Chad screamed at her, as if this was normal?

“I came home because the scent in MY house is not MY scent, I knew you were up to something again! As I said, MY house! Get your whore out of here, you know what will happen to you if Daddy finds out again, you bastard!”

“Okay, okay! Let me speak with her for one minute!” Chad was screaming at his “wife” continuously. I had to run and run out fast. He looked at me, and I at him with fire in my eyes.

"Zoë you're no prima donna either! You're just as married as I am. We fucked, that was it!” He said

I stopped and looked in his eyes, his piercing eyes I once fell for, and said…

“It wasn't just fucking, I had fallen in love…I'll never be married like you!”

Remember when I called you to pick me up Mike? I asked you to meet me in Hoboken? I wanted to feel you around my arms, not a stranger that I fell for, not something I thought I was looking for, because I already had the man I was looking for, my husband.
















#fiction  #romance  #prosechallenge  #Itslit  #getlit  #amwritingRomanceDeceit 
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pacemaker

jumpstart my heart 

because it´s dead without you 

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pacemaker
jumpstart my heart 
because it´s dead without you 
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Written by Stori in portal Stream of Consciousness

I never...

I never went to college.

I never graduated high school. 

I never felt right in society.

I never gave in to my anxiety.

I never saw fit to fit in properly.

I never stop learning.

I never quit yearning to know.

I never lose more than I grow.

I never gave up completely.

I never intend to be defeated easily.

I never will quit, but I believe 

I never will get anywhere if I don't do what's right for me.

I never will concede from my way.

I'll never quit trying, till my dying day.

|practice practice practice|

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Written by Stori in portal Stream of Consciousness
I never...
I never went to college.
I never graduated high school. 
I never felt right in society.
I never gave in to my anxiety.
I never saw fit to fit in properly.
I never stop learning.
I never quit yearning to know.
I never lose more than I grow.
I never gave up completely.
I never intend to be defeated easily.
I never will quit, but I believe 
I never will get anywhere if I don't do what's right for me.
I never will concede from my way.
I'll never quit trying, till my dying day.


|practice practice practice|
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a tirade of minimum matter.

Ever slept all day in the "do things hours"?

My clients won't let me work without a week to rest, so I've gotten to this schedule. 

They all care so much, it's nice, but surgery comes at a price and my ass needs to do that money boogie!

I hate the idea of not covering the basics for myself, so I try to do all that's necessary, but damnit, when it is necessary to NOT DO things, that is where I struggle.

I cannot sit still sometimes, and with this hole in my side, that tendency is proving rough indeed. Walking around feels like a knife stabbing me, and I'll hold my gut. . . Then I'll kinda wish they could have grabbed some belly fat too, as i have my hand there. I mean Im despairing my pain, but while they were down there they could have just drained my whole gut too. That would have been a nice perk!

Now, less joking than that, I'm fat right at my stomach. Mostly at my stomach... to the point where I wonder if it could have anything to do with my digestive processes being so slowed. Caused by the dead tissue in my torso (this 15 years)? I wonder if they could relate? My thoughts precipitate, but it falls to only my ears, and i don't care now because; That shit is over, and my thinking clears back to my forced lethargy making necessity. I'm OVER this whole laying around with "bed rest"-mentality bullshit!

Tomorrow! 

On the morrow, I nary shall sit atop mine own derriere, lest be I a nave, or craven hipocrit, as I reassert I'll not be staying, nor laying upon my humble place I lay my head to rest, and Hark!... shit....

I lost it..

I don't go Shakespeare too often but F-it. Now my mind wizzes and the trick now is...

I need to go to sleep 

and still be up by 8am. . 

I got this.

Good night friends and "Fam"!

This post is obviously done..

**Note on the picture: it is my new dots from surgery! Looks like a tiny Orion's belt and suites me quite nicely for a scar! Fun fact or gross novelty, your call!**

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Written by Stori in portal Journal
a tirade of minimum matter.
Ever slept all day in the "do things hours"?
My clients won't let me work without a week to rest, so I've gotten to this schedule. 
They all care so much, it's nice, but surgery comes at a price and my ass needs to do that money boogie!
I hate the idea of not covering the basics for myself, so I try to do all that's necessary, but damnit, when it is necessary to NOT DO things, that is where I struggle.
I cannot sit still sometimes, and with this hole in my side, that tendency is proving rough indeed. Walking around feels like a knife stabbing me, and I'll hold my gut. . . Then I'll kinda wish they could have grabbed some belly fat too, as i have my hand there. I mean Im despairing my pain, but while they were down there they could have just drained my whole gut too. That would have been a nice perk!
Now, less joking than that, I'm fat right at my stomach. Mostly at my stomach... to the point where I wonder if it could have anything to do with my digestive processes being so slowed. Caused by the dead tissue in my torso (this 15 years)? I wonder if they could relate? My thoughts precipitate, but it falls to only my ears, and i don't care now because; That shit is over, and my thinking clears back to my forced lethargy making necessity. I'm OVER this whole laying around with "bed rest"-mentality bullshit!
Tomorrow! 
On the morrow, I nary shall sit atop mine own derriere, lest be I a nave, or craven hipocrit, as I reassert I'll not be staying, nor laying upon my humble place I lay my head to rest, and Hark!... shit....
I lost it..
I don't go Shakespeare too often but F-it. Now my mind wizzes and the trick now is...
I need to go to sleep 
and still be up by 8am. . 
I got this.
Good night friends and "Fam"!
This post is obviously done..

**Note on the picture: it is my new dots from surgery! Looks like a tiny Orion's belt and suites me quite nicely for a scar! Fun fact or gross novelty, your call!**
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Write a letter to someone who has wronged you. Putting your words in ink and out in the universe can be a good step toward healing, and can often help sort out the turmoil inside. (My inspiration was that my car was broken into this weekend, and I managed to get my feelings out in a Social Media post, which I will also turn into a letter and post for this challenge.)
Written by Stori in portal Stream of Consciousness

REALLY!? Really???

[This is not a letter, but i appreciate the chance to rant!]

In my first apartment, my lease did not allow pets.

I had gotten the place with a friend I'll call S.W.I.M [which stands for "Someone Who Isnt Me" like on the ex-addict forums Ive been reading for information on the little man seen while huffing butane. (Shared global hallucinatory phenomena intrigues me, i do not do inhalants) Anywho..]

When I was 18 my female friend, Swim, was kicked out of her parents house for the least reasonable, most-detestable-reason ever: She was dating a Black man.

I have never been a fan of injustice, bigotry, or hate, so I immediately gave her my bed at my dad's house, where I stayed at the time, and slept on the couch. I also got her a job at my second job at the time, a telemarketing gig for a privately owned painting company. 

After about 3 weeks at my dad's, I had concocted the plan to get my own apartment with Swim and be roommates! I even went a step further and worked out a business loan with my very awesome boss Geraldo, for a 1500 dollars to be paid 50/50 out of my, and swim's pay checks. Nothing could be better.. I thought... but I was naive...

FLASH FORWARD to 14 months later, and I'm paying fines for swim breaking the lease she had begged me to re-sign with her just a month earlier. Having begged me because she would have "nowhere else"...

 This WAS a consideration, but my real reason for staying in that damn contract, was that it was the only way I could ensure I'd be around her to get the $400 i had paid in her rent the previous month. It was a pretty optimistic pipe-dream to say the least and i regret it only slightly less as time heals it's wound. 

THE KICKER, that did it, that ended that monstrosity of a situation, was something far cuter than it's consequences; A kitten.

One evening I came home to find a cute little ball of fluff crapping behind the terrible "80's beach condo" couch swim had insisted on keeping in our shared space. I was displaced with rage, but I am weak willed against adorable things, and the kitten conversation we held ended on a "Just talk to me before making these kinds of decisions, please." Note.

I could have chocked on the load of crap I came home to day after that night. The kitten she had gotten had magically mulitipied and the one thing I thought she couldn't possibly do again she had, in the exact same way. AGAIN IT WAS THE VERY NEXT DAY!!! She went and got another kitten without talking to me! Her lack of respect, at that moment, pulsed through me so deeply that it is permanent. "She is no friend!" was my impression and she won't be changing it, but ill lament that she tried. She tried in the worst possible way last year. I remember it clearly; At my brother's funeral. Swim showed up like the worst kind of asshole(I hadn't seen her since she got us kicked out for those kitties and she had never paid me) and through my sobs asked me, "We are cool right? I'm so sorry for your loss."

Now, I'm just sorry for my loss of words at the time because I would have cussed her ass to the other side of the Mississippi if i had had the mind about me.

SOMETIMES PEOPLE AMAZE ME and I'm left saying the title to this coldly...

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Write a letter to someone who has wronged you. Putting your words in ink and out in the universe can be a good step toward healing, and can often help sort out the turmoil inside. (My inspiration was that my car was broken into this weekend, and I managed to get my feelings out in a Social Media post, which I will also turn into a letter and post for this challenge.)
Written by Stori in portal Stream of Consciousness
REALLY!? Really???
[This is not a letter, but i appreciate the chance to rant!]

In my first apartment, my lease did not allow pets.
I had gotten the place with a friend I'll call S.W.I.M [which stands for "Someone Who Isnt Me" like on the ex-addict forums Ive been reading for information on the little man seen while huffing butane. (Shared global hallucinatory phenomena intrigues me, i do not do inhalants) Anywho..]
When I was 18 my female friend, Swim, was kicked out of her parents house for the least reasonable, most-detestable-reason ever: She was dating a Black man.
I have never been a fan of injustice, bigotry, or hate, so I immediately gave her my bed at my dad's house, where I stayed at the time, and slept on the couch. I also got her a job at my second job at the time, a telemarketing gig for a privately owned painting company. 
After about 3 weeks at my dad's, I had concocted the plan to get my own apartment with Swim and be roommates! I even went a step further and worked out a business loan with my very awesome boss Geraldo, for a 1500 dollars to be paid 50/50 out of my, and swim's pay checks. Nothing could be better.. I thought... but I was naive...
FLASH FORWARD to 14 months later, and I'm paying fines for swim breaking the lease she had begged me to re-sign with her just a month earlier. Having begged me because she would have "nowhere else"...
 This WAS a consideration, but my real reason for staying in that damn contract, was that it was the only way I could ensure I'd be around her to get the $400 i had paid in her rent the previous month. It was a pretty optimistic pipe-dream to say the least and i regret it only slightly less as time heals it's wound. 
THE KICKER, that did it, that ended that monstrosity of a situation, was something far cuter than it's consequences; A kitten.
One evening I came home to find a cute little ball of fluff crapping behind the terrible "80's beach condo" couch swim had insisted on keeping in our shared space. I was displaced with rage, but I am weak willed against adorable things, and the kitten conversation we held ended on a "Just talk to me before making these kinds of decisions, please." Note.
I could have chocked on the load of crap I came home to day after that night. The kitten she had gotten had magically mulitipied and the one thing I thought she couldn't possibly do again she had, in the exact same way. AGAIN IT WAS THE VERY NEXT DAY!!! She went and got another kitten without talking to me! Her lack of respect, at that moment, pulsed through me so deeply that it is permanent. "She is no friend!" was my impression and she won't be changing it, but ill lament that she tried. She tried in the worst possible way last year. I remember it clearly; At my brother's funeral. Swim showed up like the worst kind of asshole(I hadn't seen her since she got us kicked out for those kitties and she had never paid me) and through my sobs asked me, "We are cool right? I'm so sorry for your loss."
Now, I'm just sorry for my loss of words at the time because I would have cussed her ass to the other side of the Mississippi if i had had the mind about me.
SOMETIMES PEOPLE AMAZE ME and I'm left saying the title to this coldly...


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Where Art Thou

when one searches for something,

does saying 'where are you?' repeatedly

actually help?

it doesn't, does it?

if it does, it's not much;

it doesn't change anything

but the foolish ones do it

all the time

and even write a verse about it

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Micropoetry
Where Art Thou
when one searches for something,
does saying 'where are you?' repeatedly
actually help?
it doesn't, does it?
if it does, it's not much;
it doesn't change anything

but the foolish ones do it
all the time
and even write a verse about it
#poetry  #sadpoems 
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Behold, a Lady...
Written by sandflea68

His Lady

Among fallen flowers

of outlived time

behold a lady

flesh upon flesh

heady and fresh

penetrating depths

opening her pores

glistening skin

to enfold him therein

layered shadows

of abstract depths

displayed before him

breezing through life

tossled hair

not a care

thistle in air

umbrella of life

tossed to the sky

watch her fly

seagull in flight

woman of night

hanging on stars

perpetrator of lust

prayed he

freedom of toes

prances own way

lose her, afraid he

slightly south of shady

this spirited lady,

give me her wind

to dance, prayed he

milady, my Katie

a brewing storm

cavorting in darkness

and light churning

convulses through

inner glow profanely

undulating in sweet water

of tidal life

splayed she

screaming emotions

in savage wind, so racy

his passion

arrayed he

zany thoughts

of passion gaiety 

grasping on to her

with slippery fingers

vaguely, vainly

can’t trap her spirit

water through fingers

catching her stardust

taking her body

gamely, gaily

hourly, daily

essence of incense

dispensed to intense

suspense of her presence

caged ambivalence

permeates soul

beckons him

threatens reason

pleasing, teasing

seizing, squeezing

robustly wade in

shady lady

degrade he

played he

raid he

symmetry of

sweet bones

bravely, sagely

behold his lady.

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Behold, a Lady...
Written by sandflea68
His Lady
Among fallen flowers
of outlived time
behold a lady
flesh upon flesh
heady and fresh
penetrating depths
opening her pores
glistening skin
to enfold him therein
layered shadows
of abstract depths
displayed before him
breezing through life
tossled hair
not a care
thistle in air
umbrella of life
tossed to the sky
watch her fly
seagull in flight
woman of night
hanging on stars
perpetrator of lust
prayed he
freedom of toes
prances own way
lose her, afraid he
slightly south of shady
this spirited lady,
give me her wind
to dance, prayed he
milady, my Katie
a brewing storm
cavorting in darkness
and light churning
convulses through
inner glow profanely
undulating in sweet water
of tidal life
splayed she
screaming emotions
in savage wind, so racy
his passion
arrayed he
zany thoughts
of passion gaiety 
grasping on to her
with slippery fingers
vaguely, vainly
can’t trap her spirit
water through fingers
catching her stardust
taking her body
gamely, gaily
hourly, daily
essence of incense
dispensed to intense
suspense of her presence
caged ambivalence
permeates soul
beckons him
threatens reason
pleasing, teasing
seizing, squeezing
robustly wade in
shady lady
degrade he
played he
raid he
symmetry of
sweet bones
bravely, sagely
behold his lady.

#challenge  #BeholdALady 
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Written by Stori in portal Comedy

Opinions are like Assholes:

They still stink sometimes, no matter how tightly they're held.

¤A Quote from my Dad¤

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Written by Stori in portal Comedy
Opinions are like Assholes:
They still stink sometimes, no matter how tightly they're held.

¤A Quote from my Dad¤
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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Alive With Character

As I leafed through, these pages torn

loosed from spine and slightly worn

Sparks flew and traced each single page

as if with words a war was waged

Now at hand the ink was lifted

Scattered 'bout and slightly shifted

an ordered chaos that lined this book

and blinked like stars when I first looked

The golden sparks like fairy dust

swirled high above with one swift gust

and merged in pattern, a form it made

 a hologram in gold displayed

Alive it was - a character

and talking loud  - like narrator

then looked at me and pushed me side

And I watched it walk a human stride

Then from it's lips a story told

projecting loud, this tale of old

And I sat back and listened well

to this story that this form did tell

And when the tale was nearly ended

and words were through, the story tended

I had a feeling, that which I'd heard

I imagined - did read those words

Just for the joy to make me smile

A great delight well worth my while

A thought left me by narrator

this lively book - had character   

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Alive With Character
As I leafed through, these pages torn
loosed from spine and slightly worn
Sparks flew and traced each single page
as if with words a war was waged
Now at hand the ink was lifted
Scattered 'bout and slightly shifted
an ordered chaos that lined this book
and blinked like stars when I first looked
The golden sparks like fairy dust
swirled high above with one swift gust
and merged in pattern, a form it made
 a hologram in gold displayed
Alive it was - a character
and talking loud  - like narrator
then looked at me and pushed me side
And I watched it walk a human stride
Then from it's lips a story told
projecting loud, this tale of old
And I sat back and listened well
to this story that this form did tell
And when the tale was nearly ended
and words were through, the story tended
I had a feeling, that which I'd heard
I imagined - did read those words
Just for the joy to make me smile
A great delight well worth my while
A thought left me by narrator
this lively book - had character   
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Written by Firdaus

Till we meet again

Today, last year, my best friend passed away. She left behind two young boys and a loving husband. I miss her terribly sometimes. I look around and see all the gizmos and stuff I have accumulated over the years. Last year too I was looking at all this stuff and I'd written.

We have all this!

(Looking at things with newfound disinterest)

And then we die!

Life is so fragile yet we run after things that don't matter. Only love remains and kindness.

I wrote a poem for her last year. I wanted to share it again today.

Like a little brook we giggled

Over smooth rocks,

fresh in the woods

Not aware of the river

we'd become

Or the turbulent seas

we'd spill into

Brimming with life,

drunk on laughter

We were so careless,

so carefree

But then...

...we were young

Now I crave those moments

Want to pluck them out from time

Be that little brook once more

Careless and carefree...

Rest in peace my friend. Till we meet again...

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Written by Firdaus
Till we meet again
Today, last year, my best friend passed away. She left behind two young boys and a loving husband. I miss her terribly sometimes. I look around and see all the gizmos and stuff I have accumulated over the years. Last year too I was looking at all this stuff and I'd written.
We have all this!

(Looking at things with newfound disinterest)
And then we die!

Life is so fragile yet we run after things that don't matter. Only love remains and kindness.

I wrote a poem for her last year. I wanted to share it again today.

Like a little brook we giggled
Over smooth rocks,
fresh in the woods
Not aware of the river
we'd become
Or the turbulent seas
we'd spill into
Brimming with life,
drunk on laughter
We were so careless,
so carefree
But then...
...we were young
Now I crave those moments
Want to pluck them out from time
Be that little brook once more
Careless and carefree...


Rest in peace my friend. Till we meet again...
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