#pardyprompt

[the-abysmal-and-aberrant-bard]

9-1-22

Your life awaits. Warm and soul intact. Sweet and tempting.

Then, those who made you, Take from you, Drain you of everything You are.

Now cold and hollow. Bitter and repulsive. Yet, you still stand. You can be fulfilled again.

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This is for the prompt “From the perspective of a coffee cup”. I immediately thought about what a life of a cup of coffee would be like. So the final product is less “Coffee witnessing life” and more “Coffee perceiving its own life”.

[dolores-hazy]

Bad Thoughts

Is it bad

How bad I want

You, out of my head

And in bed with sheets

Tied to knots, tongues

Loose shoes under

Creaky slats and clothes

Strewn--makeshift mini rugs

For the floor left cold

After heated exchanges there

Tantalizingly teasing play before

Moving to a spot with more give

As we give and take and make

The most of an intense attraction

A connection in all its steamy

Glory action; you're satisfyingly good

And it feels oh so good

So who gives a damn

About bad? If it is

Then oh well

Too bad

[observationsonnaturaldisasters]

Waiting

Killing time,

like it’s the enemy;

a battle to be fought,

and won.

Waiting for the answer,

an impulse,

a sign,

a message from above.

Expecting a resolution,

a meaningful moment,

a feeling

that isn’t numb.

But what do we have

when all emotions

are fleeting,

come and gone?

[saltfield]

Books

A lash of quills which fly no more,

A well of colors from faded hides.

Bound in sheets of fallen oaks,

And dreamed by authors lost to time...

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Knowledge, stories, gods and men,

Searched by eyes and forgotten.

A carcass carved by brilliant souls,

For carcasses who've yet to fall.

[excentricat1]

An evening walk with you

The darkness closing in

Lit by twinkling lights

From countless other suns

And the soft, silver reflection of our own

Walking new paths each year

Telling stories of our past

And our future together

The tale of our love written in the stars

[the-original-b]

we lie together

smiling, in defiance of

the tyrannous stars

[natureandprose]

Pumpkin Spice Latte Love

Slender fingers wrap around my ceramic armor.  I idle hot to warm, awake in her world.

“Pumpkin Spice,” she singsongs  my name. The perk in her voice,  her ear-to-ear smile, raise my temperature to fever.

I sigh in delight, releasing  a medium-roast aroma— ticklish blends of cinnamon nutmeg clove allspice ginger.

She breathes me in, another sip upon soft lips with stars dancing in her eyes.

I swoon, liquid jiggling and cherish those lovely features— brown gems matching my stoutness, sparkle with a latte happiness.

This won't last long my time is short-lived. But it’s all the time I need to know the wonderfulness of being loved.

[halfhollowmoon]

I lit myself on fire

I lit myself on fire to keep the thought of us alive

I turned on everything I knew

I didn’t see through your guise

Blinded by synthetic love

Masquerading parasitic use

The constant accusations and fights bordering abuse

I gave you every ounce of myself and my time

Told you my weaknesses and you left without rhyme

You left me here for dead

A symphony I was writing now left on read