The same old routine
Nothing is ever new
We pass each other in the hall
And there is no passion at all
You go to work
And I am left alone
But it really isn’t much different
Then when you’re at home
Because when you’re here
Life is so humdrum
Our big excitement
Is a trip to the store
The same old routine
Nothing is ever new
Maybe it’s time to try
A life without you
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – humdrum
I am often at war with myself
Struggling between happy and sad
But now I am caught in a new battle
Between right and wrong
Is it wrong to want to be loved
Is it right to say I am lonely
Is it wrong to think of him
Is it right to think we are over
Is it wrong to hope for the future
Is it right to regret the past
So many questions with no answers
I sit and struggle with life and love
As the war rages on inside my heart and head
All I know is I never stopped loving him
And I feel like I don’t belong here anymore
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – war
If I had my choice
I would pick you
But you made that choice
And tore us apart
Before we even started
If I had my choice
I would pick you
Our friendship had been
Like a breath of fresh air
But you up and left
If I had my choice
I would pick you
You made me happy
And took away my pain
But you left anyway
My choice was you
To share eternity with
I picked you as my one
The only one I would love
But now I must choose again
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pick
We used to have things in common
Now it is common to hear awkward silence
We used to hunger for each other
Now we just get hungry for food
We used to touch each other daily
Now I’ve forgotten his touch
We used to be in love
Now love seems something foreign
We used to be
Now we are no more
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – common
She hears your voice
When you first wake up
That half tired
Deep morning mumble
That sounds so sexy
She sees you first
Fresh out of the shower
Hair still wet
Towel around your waist
Smelling of soap
She tastes your
Lingering breakfast
As you get ready for work
The same every morning
Toast with jam and cream in your coffee
She starts her day with you
Embraced in a hug
A passionate goodbye kiss
And an “I love you babe”
With that sultry smile of yours
I settle for
A hello and a grin
And a “what was your name”
While dreaming it was me with you
And she who was the one jealous
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – jealous
the factors of depression
rip at my insides
there is fear and loneliness
pulling at my heart
keeping me away from
friends who are dear
afraid I will upset them or
thinking they don’t really care
there is regret and embarrassment
I am always doing it wrong
the one to blame and
the one who never dared
to take the chance
there is also shame
to scold me and what I am
there is lots of sadness and pain
tears flow too often
leaving a river of doubt
and daily I ache
from head to toe
yes, depression rips at me
and I fear it will win some day
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – factor
Our love is in jeopardy
The tenderness has slipped away
The passion left long ago
And the silence looms in the air
It is like walking on eggshells
Tiptoeing around land mines
Afraid to break our love down further
But once something is broken
It will never be the same
You and I are completely disconnected
It’s beyond not seeing eye to eye
To save us from more pain
We should just say goodbye
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – jeopardy
So I was checking in with my reader feed and found an interesting post from Fandango over at This, That, and The Other. It was just a post of the back of his hand, with a challenge to see everyone’s hands. Not shy to raise my hand, I decided to share my slightly puffy hand with you all. Please join in and add the tag #myhand to your post along with a link back to Fandango’s post to be sure we can all be seen. …hey, what else are you going to do on Friday with time to kill?
“Don’t give me that. I will not be your scapegoat,” she shouted at him.
“I didn’t say you were solely to blame, but you had a say in things too,” he turned towards her as she moved across the room. “It might have been ok if you hadn’t been so pushy.”
“Pushy? I will show you pushy,” she said as she walked directly towards him.
He put his hands up and held her shoulders so she couldn’t reach him. He responded, “Let’s not make this physical. It is not worth it.”
“Fine,” she said and stormed out the door.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scapegoat
I want to know, who are these people who go frame by frame through shows like Game of Thrones to find a gaffe? The big finale of Game of Thrones was disappointing I hear (PLEASE no spoilers I have not seen any of this final season yet), but I have heard more about the water bottle than anything else. Mistakes happen. I think there are people on the set who are supposed to spot those kinds of errors before they end up on film. But back to my original question, who watches a show frame by frame to find those blunders? It obviously is someone with a lot of time on their hands. I don’t see where there is any money in it, is it “fun” to do? I guess I will never understand people and how some of them get their kicks.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – gaffe
