You Prompt Me [Daily Prompt: A Little Sneaky]

Are writing prompts a useful exercise, or do you find them to be too limiting and/or hokey?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us SNEAKY.

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Writing prompts are definitely a useful exercise.  It really helps to create and write on a topic that  I may not have thought of before.  It is sometimes a challenge when I am not sure how to approach the given topic.  I don’t see how this correlates to being sneaky though.


It’s Our Party We Can Love Who We Want [Daily Prompt: Can’t Drive 55]

Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!  Photographers, artists, poets: show us SPEED.

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Of course the one day in my life that I decide, “I am going to listen to Miley Cyrus‘s song, ‘We Can’t Stop'”, I am caught red-handed.  I have never elected to listen to even one of her songs before today.  It is really funny.

“It’s our party we can love who we want.”  That is the third line in that song.  The song is about freedom.  I think it’s about breaking the chains of childhood and entering adulthood but because it is unknown territory people tend to go overboard and go crazy.  So I definitely feel there is a purgatory in between childhood and adulthood which is right smack in the middle of where Miley is in her life.  A crossroads.

It sucks that celebs have to go through each stage of their lives in the public eye because the “do what they want to” and then look back thinking “what the hell was I thinking?”  When we grow through life we all do things we aren’t proud of and it isn’t because we want to embarrass ourselves.  I feel we are all subconsciously searching for answers and hoping that the attention we bring to ourselves will give us those answers.  No one will ever admit it though.

I was listening to it because I have been feeling like a lump on a log the past few days and I wanted to envision myself having fun, doing whatever I want to without thinking about the consequences.  I was thinking about how irresponsible it would be to act out, act a fool but how freeing it would be at the same time. 

I need something new and exciting.  I was searching for excitement in my choice of music this morning while riding the bus to work.  I wanted my excitement to outweigh the negativity that I have swimming in my head.  And it is for no reason, I must add.

“And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life”

Casting Call [Daily Prompt: Ready for Your Close-up]

Cast the movie of your life.  Photographers, artists, poets: show us SUPERSTAR.

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Cast the movie of my life.  That is a tough one for me.  Well, first person that comes to mind to play myself is Scarlett Johansson because she is short, petite, blonde and has a similar figure as me but we don’t look-alike facially. 

On a side note, I am little over a quarter of a century old and although I have been through a lot, I would like to hope that my life hasn’t really begun yet since I am not anywhere that I want to be yet.  So it is hard to think of how I could portray my life in a movie as of yet.

To cast my brother, it would have to be Andy Roddick.  They are identical, it’s uncanny.  It would be hard to cast my father because he is a very unique character.  My aunt would be casted by Diane Keaton.  It is a cute fit.

I am not going to go down a list of all the people in my life that I could think to play them in a movie of my life because it’s just going to be boring.  So there is a few I could think of in short.

Speechless [Daily Prompt: I’d Like to Thank My Cats]

You are receiving an award –- either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us VICTORY.

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I don’t remember ever being given an award for anything.  Maybe that lack of recognition hinders me from coming up with an award that I would receive.

So vaguely, I would like to be awarded and honored for something I have done in my life that added creativity and value to the world.

I would thank all the people who refused to recognize my talents because that only made me push harder. 


Tear Drops

There are so many things you want to shout out into the universe but you know your message is only meant for that one person who needs to hear it.

Sometimes you want to scream out and cry for no reason because you are scared of the world around you.  You have seen what it can do, the good and the bad.

It’s frustrating to live your life in fear of pain.  Somehow you can never get used to it.  You never feel like you can adapt to it.

It is so difficult to be positive when you have been hurt so many times.  Once you feel yourself slipping into vulnerability how do you stop the familiarities that have come with it before.

We all have our evil demons.  We all have our insecurities.  We certainly all at one point or another are face to face with what we fear.

Why is it that I worry?  Why is it that I think so negatively?  How do I make it stop?  How do I let go of the fear of losing?

The worry and the fear only attracts the worry and the fear.  If I know this, why have I found it so difficult to stop the cycle?

I have so many questions that go unanswered.  I have so many high hopes for my life but my fear hides the ambition in a drawer underneath all things unimportant.

Emotionally, today has been difficult and only I can understand why.  So why can’t I?

Funny How? [Daily Prompt: Funny Ha-Ha]

Do you consider yourself funny? What role does humor play in your life? Who’s the funniest person you know?Photographers, artists, poets: show us CLEVER.

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I consider myself funny at times.  I like dry humor, sarcasm and silliness.  I am not always funny but when I am I shock myself. 

Humor makes me feel better.  I enjoy laughing.  I love laughing, actually.  It makes me feel better about things when I am upset.  I am sure that is common.  “Sometimes you have to laugh to stop from crying.”  I believe that.

The funniest person I know, has to be my dad and the reason is because the simple fact is he is never trying to be funny.  He just is.  He says the wrong things, pronounces words wrong, tells corny jokes, laughs harder at his own jokes that aren’t even funny and he is just silly,  He drives me up the wall but he’s a funny guy.

We Never Met [Daily Prompt: Pants on Fire]

What was the last lie you told? Why did you tell it? 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FAKE.

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It is always hard to think of the last “anything”  I did.  I always refer to the past because I guess my long-term memory is better than my short-term memory.

So let’s go back to summer 2001.  I told one of the biggest lies I could remember.  At that time, I was 16 years old.  I had been seeing an ex boyfriend on and off all that summer but I was also dating around.  He wasn’t aware of it.

It was all fun and games until I met someone who my on-again, off-again boyfriend indirectly knew from a mutual friend.  I will never forget that night.  He had beeped me ( I know, right, I had a beeper) and I called him back only to have him ask about the mutual acquaintance to which I was unaware he really knew about.

I was at my friend, Kristy’s house and she had lived a few doors down from Anthony (the guy I had been casually seeing behind my ex’s back).  Coincidentally,  Anthony’s neighbor was the mutual friend of his and my ex.  Soon after, my ex boyfriend showed up in front of Anthony’s house and told me to walk over from Kristy’s so he could get to the bottom of it.

My ex, Anthony, Kristy, Anthony’s neighbor, my best friend Melissa and I stood in the street as I was confronted about hanging out with Anthony.  I told my ex in front of them all,”No, I had not.”  Anthony looked at me and said, “Are you kidding me?   We have hung out a few times”.  I looked at my ex and I looked at Anthony dead in the face, “I have never met this guy in my life.  Your friends are lying.”  Without a wrinkle, without a smirk, a crack, tear or a wink I stood my ground and insisted that I had never met Anthony in my life and that this was the first time I had even heard of his existence.  My ex pressed me for a while about it and I refused to budge.

My ex finally left and the group had dissipated.  I walked back to Kristy’s with Melissa and they had to be in awe of the lie that I had told.  Whether my ex believed it or not, my response had been so believable because I had believed my tale.

Til this day, I look back and think about that night.  I can’t believe the straight face I had telling someone that I had clearly spent time with that I had never met him before in my life.  The look on his face in disbelief that I could look him dead in eye and tell him that I did not know him.  It is funny now but walking away from that I was so angry that I had been interrogated and caught up in that.

Ah, to be young!

Haiku Mystery [Monday Poetry Prompt #17: The Words Within the Picture]

Heather 1902 by Sahm King

Monday Poetry Prompt #17: The Words Within the Picture.

(Write a senryu / haiku about this image.)

History lives here.
Wondering what else resides.
It is not empty.

Going Viral [Daily Prompt: Viral]

The New York Times is going to feature your blog on its home page, and you’ve been asked to publish a new post — it’ll be the first thing tens of thousands of new readers see. Write it.  Photographers, artists, poets: show us FIRST.

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Life is New York seems like the American Dream.  People travel from all over the world just to see the famous skylines and all the attractions advertised on TV.  All the people who are not residents of New York or its 5 boroughs think so highly of the state.  Don’t get me wrong, New York is full of opportunity and many people have created great lives here.  But traveling outside of New York there is a noticeable difference in the people.

Every wonder why the New Yorker is so rude by default.  Why can’t you just say thank you?  Why can’t you help someone if they have fallen or were in trouble?  New Yorkers are always in a hurry and once they arrive they are complaining about something so irrelevant to life in the big scheme of things.

My point is here, let’s give New York a better reputation.  Treat our fellow human beings with respect, be polite, helpful and extend the olive branch especially to those in need.  Figure out what we can do as a team to make this beautiful innovative state a nicer place to be not just a visual attraction.

Sometimes the small things that we feel is insignificant are really the only things that need to go Viral.  If we aimed our focus on how we treat each other and interact with each other than we may open the doors to opportunities that we would have never dreamed were possible.

Choose wisely of the topics you want to go Viral.  What is it that you want your peers to learn from what you are putting out?  Don’t waste time being selfish and thinking only of your own personal wants because when we all do that, we become divided and nothing great can be accomplished without unity.  Strength lies in numbers and in heart.  Let us beat on the same drum.