Writing Prompt

Oh boy, here's a tale of mixed messages and confusion,

Where two couples' vacation plans faced a wild illusion.

Sally and Tom were dreaming of a tropical affair,

They told their partners all about it, with great care.

Sally said, "We'll be on an island, in a cabana so grand!"

But poor John heard, "We'll be on an island, buried in sand."

He packed shovels and buckets, eager for a sandy retreat,

On...

If just by being a human I deserve something,

Then I deserve better than myself.

Because I deserve nothing.

And I know what the responses will be like,

But you don’t know me.

You don’t know why it isn’t enough,

Why it gets more difficult to deny these thoughts about myself,

Why sometimes I indulge them.

And some days,

When I feel a little more sane,

I tell myself I need to say something.

That I n...

Warnings and reports

ignored, indirectly Bush

did 9/11...

Who’s on first

Oh no, that’s the worst

Do you mean Who?

Or who, that’s who.

Remember old skits

Laughter and fits

Good old times

Missing mine

Comedy makes laughter

Silliness we’re after

Makes life easy

Living breezy

Tessa🦋...

You said you loved me

And I thought that meant that you loved me

What a silly girl

Believing such a pipe dream

You said you wanted me

Forgive me for believing just that

What a foolish girl

There’s no such thing as a fantasy...

What is that smell?

I have to know!

Is it a spell?

That’d be whack, yo.

I gave it a sniff;

I let out some giggles.

I gave it a whiff;

My diaphragm wiggles.

This thing doesn’t smell ‘bad’

Like an odor would.

If you thought that, lad,

You’re misunderstood....

It’s always a misunderstanding

Every time

Nothing you do to hurt us is valid

Because it was misunderstood

Rumors

About how we “kicked you out”

Telling secrets that weren’t yours to share

You pulled the pity act

Because it was all a misunderstanding

I hate you

Don’t want to see

Don’t want to talk to you

Don’t want you in my life

Get out of my life

I’m so glad your gone...

I'll watch my tone

But remember your own

Because it turns your words into a poison...

“What is this?” Holding up a small purple stud.

“Babe, (look of amusement) that is YOUR earring”

(Eyebrow raise)

*The click*

I do have some of similar color.. it was a pack.

I smile, “mmmhmmm”

He laughs, “you handed it to me in the middle of the night weeks ago.”

I lean over and quickly peck his lips.

Then slide the earring in my purse to see if I have a match later....

A river of sorrow in the palm of my hand

Flaccid and pale

You were supposed to be low maintenance

caveat emptor buttercup

Am I to blame for your gullibility

Now Quench my thirst

A Sun shrouded sill

Plump and pert lobes abound

While you shrivel gray, why

from Namibian sands my ancestors sprang ever reaching

Succulent vines entangled under an amorous canopy

All for me to sizzle in suburbia, we...