Nov 18 2008
Not So Prompt Prompt
I was on the go earlier and couldn’t think of a writing prompt and I didn’t have time to write a response either…. but I have returned from battle triumphant and I am ready for the merry-making!
… As a side note… my head feels all sorts of floaty and I’m not sure why. You know how when you lift weights your arms feel all sorts of crazy when your finished… you can throw them up and down and it feels like there is no resistence? That’s what my head feels like… it’s been happening for a few days now and I’m not sure why or how to remedy it. Any ideas?….
Ok, that being said…. back to business.
We’re going to talk about love….. you’ll probably find that it’s one of my favorite things to discuss…. I am one of the great explorers of love :) For this excercise, I would like to to write a list poem about all of the qualifications your perfect lover should have or all of the requirements they’ll need to meet. This one can be pretty fun, you can request anything you want, no matter how silly! So, go wild and post post post!
It’s good to see that I’ve got a few more readers! Thanks guys!
<3 Scoop
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For The Man Who Wants Me To Love Him All My Life
written by Jessica Gleason
The first thing you’ve got to do is forget you’re in love with me.
Second, you must never forget you’re in love with me.
You should be able to exist as yourself,
But when I am near become a part of me.
And if you decide to play Conor—don’t
Tell me his life story. Music appreciation
Will always be different for me.
Keep your boxers on if you must, but don’t
Expect me to encase my nudity
When prancing around the living room
Late at night.
And if you offend my by being yourself
Never apologize to me.
It’s not worth it, I’m just being petty.
I may sulk or be a pain in your ass,
But I will eventually capsize
And love you no less.
And even if you actually believe that
I am perfection, do not tell me.
My ego doesn’t need to be fed, I’ve
Already got a huge head.
What I really mean—if you really love me,
Don’t make it a chore. I wont.
I’m very lazy afterall.
A Brown Eyed Handsome Man
As sultry Nina would exhort me to seek
one who leaves risque notes throughout the week
Or sugared almonds or tequila or jam
(the kind made by someones dear ole mam)
Or unearths tunes from some devious site
that croon about love as a dearth or a blight
Not saccarine sweet or eager to please
the kind that leaves me weak at the knees
Loves to argue and fuck in equal proportion
my gran would call him a ‘bittova caution’
This kind of man lives in my house now
Eyes as dark as a Jersey cow.
Oh, It’s wonderful Penny! I love it!