her thighs are white like lightning strikes

just as blinding as the sun

but boy she loves to watch them

jiggle as she runs

her feet stomp like thunder

sending ripples through her skin

that blue ribbon hugs her chest

she jiggles as she wins

via Daily Prompt: Jiggle


Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo! (Part Two)

I know it’s a little late, but here’s the last three haikus in response to this challenge:


Also, I would like to quick wish my good friend a Happy Belated Birthday, whose birthday was yesterday. He’s an amazing friend. 🙂

Waking Up in A Stranger’s House

Fear beats through my heart

A wave of darkness greets me

Fade out to a room



Cold wind nips my nose

Numb fingers caress the ball

Flying from my hands



Rubbing aching cheeks

My smile pulls at my bones

Sweet laughter falls out

Thank You

This post is a response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/daily-prompt-thanks/

I hate how the “no’s” stream from your mouth

An effortless, constant onslaught of doubt

I hate the way you twist my dreams

How stupid and unrealistic they seem

I hate how wrong you always are

I hate how easily I am able to scar

I hate the way you make my heart pound

The way you crush the voice I’ve found

I hate you so much that I want to scream

I hate you so much, my ears fill with steam

I hate how you always tell me I can’t

You’re wrong, you’re wrong, I want to rant

I hate all that you’ve put me through

But because of that, I must thank you

Strangers – An Alphabet Poem (Daily Post Response)

This post is a response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/27/daily-prompt-orderly/. It’s a bit of a pathetic poem, but hopefully, you’ll enjoy.

Strangers – An Alphabet Poem

At first, everyone is a stranger

Because you

Can’t know anyone if you

Don’t try to talk to them

Everyone is an unfamiliar

Figure. You just have to work up the

Guts to go

Have a conversation

If you don’t know what to say, make a

Joke or share a fact you


Laugh a little. Laughter is the best

Medicine, after all

Now, the hard part is

Over – the first impression. But

Please don’t worry if you didn’t get it




That will happen

Usually, it’s not fatal. Many a friend have met with

Very terrible first impressions. It’s just

Water under the bridge now. So don’t have


You’ll soon learn that if you don’t try, you’ll have

Zero friends. So don’t be afraid of talking to strangers.

So, for all of you writers or poets out there looking for inspiration, I would recommend trying this book called The Pocket Muse. It’s full of ideas and inspiration for writing, and I adore it. There’s actually two different books, one and two, for those of you who want even more ideas. I know you can order them off of amazon, that’s where I got mine. In fact, this poem came from a prompt in the book: Write about the first time you conversed with a stranger. I varied a little from that, but I stuck with the stranger theme. I thought I would tell those interested, because it really is a nifty little book. Thanks! 🙂

Letter to Stubborness (A Daily Post Response)

This is a response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/17/daily-prompt-ugly/

Stubbornness may not be my least favorite trait of mine, but I’ve recently had a frustrating bout of it, so I thought a letter to it would be appropriate.

Dear Stubbornness,

            I regret to inform you that if you do not learn to control yourself, you will be made to leave by next week. When you first came to me, I though you would be a good addition to the Restraint Department, along with Willpower and Logic. However, you have not been following the guidelines that come with working in this brain. Sneaking into other departments is not allowed. It is ironic that the department you were placed is restraint, because you seem to have none. The minute Laziness or Fear objects to the slightest thing, you find them and torment them into refusal. I feel the need to remind you that tormenting your coworkers is not allowed. I am aware that all workers here are connected and may have influence over one another, but I have to put my foot down when it comes to wrestling with the different emotions. Your actions have led to many members here having to work extra hours. Guilt and Confusion tried to quit yesterday, and Fear has been giving a lot of his work to Insecurity. The point is, Stubbornness, is that this cannot go on much longer. You need to shape up or ship out.


                                                                                    The Head of The Emotions Department

Love For a Summer Storm

This is a response to a daily post a few days ago: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/daily-prompt-rain/

I love a summer storm

The rush of the rain

The heartbeat of the earth

Pulsing through my veins

I love a summer storm

The rumbling of the thunder

The rattling of my house

As the trees are torn asunder

I love a summer storm

The flash of lightning

The yellow eerie glow

Fascinating, yet frightening

I love a summer storm

The warmth of a worn armchair

The smell of a good story

Swirling in the tempestuous air

I love a summer storm

The thrill that comes from existing

Daring to push my window open

To feel the storm writhing and twisting

I love a summer storm

The perfect rainy afternoon

The pleasure and excuse twirled together

A thunderstorm in June

Where Do Rules Come From?: A Daily Post Response

This post is a response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/12/daily-prompt-law/, which said to show rules.


Where do rules come from?

 Do they start in their youth

Falling from the mouth

Like a loose tooth?


Do rules begin with a frown

Permanently pressed in the mind

Like ironing clothing

Until the creases are defined?


Perhaps rules are the offspring

Of simple mistakes

Easy to follow

And harder to break


Do rules grow from the ground

Start with just dirt and scum

Blooming into respectable laws?

Where do rules come from?