Oh, The Drama

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Here we are

Another episode

Of “What Did I Do Wrong”

Or maybe we should call it

“How Nice Can I Be”

I gave him leeway a mile wide

He still bent it in his favor

I waited to do the right thing

He walked all over me

I tried to be helpful

He’ll probably never notice

That is if he ever shows

Tune in tomorrow

When we learn

Just how short of a fuse

I now have

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – episode

Milk Please

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“What is the difference they are both tomato soup… water or milk it shouldn’t matter,” he said.

She shook her head and replied, “it does matter.  It is a difference of watery or creamy soup.”

He gave her a blank stare and said, “I still say you are just splitting hairs.  It is the tomato part you want to taste anyway, and you add so little of the water or milk, but we’ll go with your way.  Now do you want 2% or whole milk, or does it make a difference.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “I’ll fix dinner.”

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – splitting hairs

(100 words)

Sweet Dreams

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The perfect love

Does it even exist

Or is his vision

A figment of my imagination

I have dreamed of a man

Who will care and

Put me close to the top

Of his list of needs

But so far all I’ve been

Is an afterthought

On the end of his day

I still have to believe

Someone out there

Might really care


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – figment

Mumbles … Extreme

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I knew what I wanted to do the minute I saw this, and I will get to that but first.  My life has been to the extremes.  I have had my high points and my lows.  Some people would think this was a low point as I am no longer in a relationship with my boyfriend of nearly ten years, but I feel a definite freedom and weight off of my shoulders.  I had been extremely isolated while he was actually here, but he was too busy with a million other things.  It was time to put me first.  And this past weekend he and his mom left to a small two-bedroom apartment.

So, now I wait for the extremes of depression and anxiety to hit.  I had a lot of high anxiety levers during the pack and leave, but it has been wonderful these last couple of days. I know the lows of depression will come though and I am doing all I can to keep them at bay.  I have a wonderful support group of family and friends who have been there for me.

Tomorrow will be a stressful day as they come back to (hopefully) get all the rest of their stuff they left behind.  Then I will totally free.

Maybe if he had listened to this song and taken notes things would have been different… but I doubt it.  What I thought of first when I saw the prompt… the band Extreme with one of my favorite rock ballads, “More Than Words.”

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – extreme


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She rested her head by putting her forehead in her hand.  It had been a long day and he was endlessly droning on about something she had absolutely no interest in.  She wasn’t trying to be rude it was just about the tenth time he had told this particular story.

She was thinking about how soon it would be over.  She had asked him to move out and he had already found an apartment to rent.  It’s not that she stopped loving him, it was more a case of shock over how little he had matured as the years went on.  Sometimes she felt like she was with a toddler who just wouldn’t listen.  He had heard her when she asked him to leave.  He tried to do some of the things she asked but it proved to be way too little and just too late.

She now sat down in her chair to … well, to do whatever she wanted.  The possibilities were endless without restrictions to tie her down.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – forehead


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The composition began to flow

From her heart into the pen

As she writes her hopes and dreams

A new chance on the horizon

A freedom that is exciting

Potential in so many directions

But mostly an opportunity

To learn who she really is

After all this time as someone else

A daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend, a lover

Now she is the most important role


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – composition

Hi, My Name Is Bob







Messed up




Over the legal limit

In the sauce


Too far gone


Job lost

Family gone

Health poor

All alone

Money dwindling

Friends disappearing

Teeth gone

Weight low

when will it stop

liver dying

no more lying

house foreclosed

car repossessed

shaky hands




Tried and failed

Almost jailed

Wasting away


Falling down

Empty bottles

Passing out

Homeless shelter

Try again

Never win

Siren and lights


Died tonight

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – inebriated

You Ask, I Say

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You ask me what time it is

“It’s late.”

Is my reply

You ask me if I’m tried

“It’s late.”

Again I speak

You ask me why I am so quiet

“It’s late.”

Is all I say

You ask if you can do something

“It’s too late.”

I say with tears

You ask just one more question

Is it time to say goodbye


Is all I say

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – late

I Have

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What have I done?

What haven’t I done?

Have I not attended to your needs?

Have I not kept you happy?

Have I not been there in times of trouble?

Have I not been a friend and a lover?

I have.

And I take fault in your interpretation

That what we had was wasted years.

They were years of growth and change,

No matter if there is an end to them or not.

I will always care about you,

But now I strive to live a better life.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – attend