jiggle

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

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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:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/

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

 –

Basketball

Cold wind nips my nose

Numb fingers caress the ball

Flying from my hands

 –

Laughing

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

Know

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

Quite

Right

Sometimes

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

Xenophobia

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! 🙂

Three Men Walked Into A Bar: Daily Post Response

This is a response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/daily-prompt-fill-blanks/

Three men walked into a bar

And sat down to have a drink

They refilled their cups

Said, “Bottom’s up!”

And tapped mugs with a small clink

Three men walked into a bar

And stayed there all night

They got so destroyed

Everything made them annoyed

They eventually got into a fight

Three men walked into a bar

And were kicked out in the morning

“Get out and stay out!”

The bartender did shout

And that was their first and last warning

Books I Can Read Again…And Again…And Again

This post is a response to the Daily Prompt: Daily Prompt: Second Time Around

Now, I am huge on rereading books. I do it all the time. I’ve probably reread every single book that I own – scratch that, I have reread every single book that I own. But here are a few that I especially love to read. (And read and read and read…)

1. The Harry Potter Series. I first read the first book when I was in the second grade – been hooked ever since. I love the whole series. I’ve read each book at least 20 times.  I mean, come on, a magical school in Great Britain full of teenagers? Fighting evil? Not to mention the horrible, yet hilarious Dursleys. For me, the series never  – and never will – get old.

2.  The Virals Series. Ok, so there are only three books in the series so far, but it is so good!!! I’ve reread the books several times now. I really love the humor and the way it’s so  easy to read. I also really admire the main character. Plus the plot has so many twists – just awesome.

3. The Princess Bride – I love this book. I love how the story is written, especially with all the little remarks in italics. It also has something for everyone – action, comedy, romance. For me, it’s a classic story and I always feel satisfied after reading it.

Ok, I’m going to stop here,  for a couple reasons. One, because I have to go and two, because I could literally list all 200 something books on my bookshelf. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Witch of Blackbird Pond, Ella Enchanted, The Percy Jackson Series, A Wrinkle in Time, A Northern Light, ok I’m forcing my fingers to stop typing now. Hopefully you guys appreciate this little branching out from my writing. If not, don’t worry, the next thing I post will be something I wrote.

– Maggie

“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
― Oscar Wilde

Shooting Stars (A Companion Piece)

This poem is a response to this daily prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/04/20/daily-prompt-companionable/

A lovely blogger, Maggie’s Stories, did a companion piece to one of my poems, so I thought I’d return the favor. This is a response to this poem: Rain of Stars

Hopefully you like it!

Shooting Stars

A shimmering silver spark

Hits my windowpane with a hiss

I look outside, and I see

(It’s impossible to miss)

It’s raining stars

Streaking, shiny, sizzling drops

Tear through the sky

Hit the ground with some pops

The streets are paved with moonbeams

The sky is falling down

Shooting stars are all to see

For many miles around

I held out my finger

And caught a silver spark

I took a breath and closed my eyes

And made a wish in the sudden dark