|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 25
PROMPT: You’ve had a really rotten year financially. Your friends give you nice gifts, but you can’t afford it. What do you do?

CONDITION: N/A


"Francis! I've had enough of this! Get your broke behind up in here. RIGHT NOW!"

"Hun, chill, what's with the yelling?"

"What's with the yelling? What did you promise me?"

"Erm, that I'd brush my teeth twice a day?"

"We know how that's going." She countered, rolling her eyes at him.

"Francis, you promised we were going to have a quiet Christmas this year. With nothing fancy."

"Oh, Brie, what's fancy about this year? We couldn't even get a Christmas tree."

"You mean, what's not fancy. Look at the things your friends gave you!"

"They gave me. Me didn't ask. Me didn't beg. What's your deal? Woman!"

His caveman impression gave clear signals. Brie didn't want to ruffle his feathers. The year had done enough of that.

"Francis." She said softly.

"Brie, I'm sorry. Let's sit and talk?"

"I'd love that." She said as she moved in for a snuggle.

They continued in the lonely couch.

"Francis. Carl bought you that expensive watch. Ronan brought you three kegs of beer."

"Yes Brie, and Diamond bought me the new fishing pole I was crazy about."

"Phil bought you the gaming console. To help you waste time with a smile on your face."

"Don't blaspheme against my gaming habits."

"And what's with the silly face."

She poked his nose. He used the classic wink that won her over.

"Francis! Don't wink. You look sillier."

"Haha, says the one who fell for it."

"For real now, what are you getting them. You can't just take and not give."

"I could take a loan?"

"Tsk, says the guy who neck deep in debt. About that, when are you paying me?"

"Oh Brie, what you gave in cash, I gave back, in another form."

"In another form?"

"Just like I did last night." Two winks and a naughty smile followed.

"Oh Francis! And you totally have to see the doctor about your wink."

"Brie! Eureka! Remember the time the doctor took flesh from my leg to patch up my hand?"

"Yeah...what are you getting at?

"What if I give away the things I got. Like Diamond gets the console for her son. Ronan can go fishing with the pole. Phil gets one keg of beer."

"Hey. And what happens to the two other kegs?" She cut in.

"It took time for my leg to heal after the doctor took flesh from it. The two kegs of beer will heal my soul."

"Interesting, so you're deciding to give away all your stuff?"

"All my stuff? No. I have more valuable things left."

"Valuable things like?"

"My lovely wife and a piece of turkey in the refrigerator."

She blushed, leaned in and planted something nice on his mouth. A consoling hug came next and her words followed.
"Francis, I love you. You're the best thing a woman could have, rotten year and all."

He dug his head into her bossom and whispered.
"The turkey is the most valuable thing to me."

"Well your breath stinks!You're sleeping in the couch. Francis!"

And thus ended the magical day of Christmas.

The end.

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Life's a beautiful mess

There you are, sitting in your home
Whole family is around but crying alone
Music is not helping and nor does game
You feel everything is going bad and only you're to blame
Don't have a reason to smile or eat
Want to kill yourself and all the memories to delete
That's the point where you have to stop
And wonder about your negative thoughts
Why do you think you have no one
Face yourself, you don't have to run
It's okay to feel this way
You're just having a bad day
It can last longer, may be a month or year
But I promise it won't last forever, my dear
There are people who care for you and loves you
Why to focus on those who make you feel blue
Sometimes we need little not big things to smile and be thankful for
Colourful flowers in the backyard or that puppy on the road you adore
You might be having the biggest problem of your life
But someone somewhere might be having bigger problem than you, as these things are rife
Pause for that moment, when you think of doing something bad
And think about your best days for which you were glad
Your life is important not just for your family or friends but for this universe
This earth has nurtured you by her resources, so it's not yours to take but her's
Hope you laugh so much that your stomach hurts and smile the widest today
In case no one told you, you're perfect and look most beautiful smiling this way.

Just wrote it and was wondering whether this poem deserves a place in my blog. Do let me know guys.

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Hey stranger, have I seen you before?

Hey stranger, have I met you before?

Hey stranger, reincarnation is a cure.

Did I see you on that Mexican shore?

Or maybe helped you in that Japanes store.

Or maybe sang for you that famous Egyptian lore.

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Hey Stranger, have I seen you before?
Hey Stranger, have I met you before?
Hey Stranger, reincarnation is a cure.

Did I see you on that mexican shore?
Or maybe helped you in that Japanese store?
Maybe sang for you that famous Egyption lore.

Hey stranger, have I seen you before?
Hey stranger, have I met you before?
Hey stranger, after life is so pure.

1860, Quito, Ecuador
The spanish were marching during midnight
You wanted to protect your homeland
In the darkness, we saw your light.

I begged you my love, to not leave me.
You climbed your horse and gave me a smile.
I could not leave you alone so I joined you
To defeat the colonial vile

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Hey Stranger, have I seen you before?
Hey Stranger, have I met you before?
Hey Stranger, reincarnation is a cure.

Did I see you on that mexican shore?
Or maybe helped you in that Japanese store?
Maybe sang for you that famous Egyption lore.

1550, Quito, Ecuador
The spanish were marching in midnight
You wanted to protect your Incas
In the darkness, we saw your light.

I begged you my love, to not leave me.
You took your sword and gave me a smile.
I could not leave you alone so I joined you
To defeat the colonial vile

Hey extraño, ¿te he visto antes?
Hey extraño, ¿te he conocido antes?
Hey extraño, la reencarnación es una cura.

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Don't tell me that you understand
Don't tell me that you know
Don't tell me that I survive
How I will surely grow

Don't tell me this is just a test
That I'm truly blessed
That I'm chosen for this task
Apart from all the rest

Don't come at me with the answer
That can only come from me
Don't tell me how my grief will pass
That I shall soon be free

Don't stand in pious judgment
Of the bond I must untie
Don't tell me how to suffer
And don't tell me how to cry

My life is filled with selfishness
My pain is all I see
But I need you and I need your love
Unconditionally

Accept me in my ups and downs
I need to someone to share
Just hold my hand and let me cry
And say my friend I care.

I gawk around me,
The multicolored realm distorted into the twilight,
Yanks rolls down from orifices,
My gazes forfeited hope in myself,
My orifices can't divulge anyone,
There is no dawning anymore,
There is darkness around me,
I whimper, sob, and moan,
No one to heed my songster,
No one to heed my despair,
Trauma in my endurance is intolerable,
Stormy aura is whacking,
I am dreading and twitching,
I am repressing from this brutal world,
I fear to doze, I fear to yearn
My sanity is helpless to shirk the horrendous occurrence
I was ravished,
I was massacred by the abusive species of this world.
My corpse is trimmed by full of blotches,
My essence is deceased inside,
My annexes are halted,
I infer I cant fly again.
My heart weeps when people around me compel me to perceive "invisible"
I strived to wail for rectitude,
My voice is dismissed,
My voice now vanishes,
My intellect is ample of suicidal reflections,
I am lifeless inside,
I succumbed when I was "raped".
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I gawk around me,
The multicolored realm distorted into the twilight,
Yanks rolls down from orifices,
My gazes forfeited hope in myself,
My orifices can't divulge anyone,
There is no dawning anymore,
There is darkness around me,
I whimper, sob, and moan,
No one to heed my songster,
No one to heed my despair,
Trauma in my endurance is intolerable,
Stormy aura is whacking,
I am dreading and twitching,
I am repressing from this brutal world,
I fear to doze, I fear to yearn
My sanity is helpless to shirk the horrendous occurrence
I was ravished,
I was massacred by the abusive species of this world.
My corpse is trimmed by full of blotches,
My essence is deceased inside,
My annexes are halted,
I infer I cant fly again.
My heart weeps when people around me compel me to perceive "invisible"
I strived to wail for rectitude,
My voice is dismissed,
My voice now vanishes,
My intellect is ample of suicidal reflections,
I am lifeless inside,
I succumbed when I was "raped".
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Sitting in loneliness n crying a lot
Asking dark light to cover me like ozone to earth
Ask my frnd to leave me alone
Let me fight with myself
for not to listen my mom
Like the broken star is ignore
Let the earthy people leave me alone
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Dancing on the cliff, drops on my face
In the sea of blood, I swam with a smile
Screams are all muffled, there's a wet cushion
Round and round it goes and yet I walk straight.

Nobody knows, about you in my soul
They only know the pretty smile I put
Making up for all the debts you made
You bleed and tears stain my cheeks.

Its not easy, with you stuck to me
For i know not who you even are
From your tight embrace, I break and run
But well, Round and round it goes.
Round and round it goes.

-Stangel

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Dancing on the cliff, drops on my face
In the sea of blood, I swam with a smile
Screams are all muffled, there's a wet cushion
Round and round it goes and yet I walk straight.

Nobody knows, about you in my soul
They only know the pretty smile I put
Making up for all the debts you made
You bleed and tears stain my cheeks.

Its not easy, with you stuck to me
For i know not who you even are
From your tight embrace, I break and run
But well, Round and round it goes.
Round and round it goes.

-Stangel

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Some or the other day, I think,
Is it agony or pain , burning the soul,
My eyes blink,
And tears as pure as etheral drink,
Carves a way to the world, allured,
With dooms and glooms of mortality,
As men has himself learned to shade,
Their heart under the shelf of iron,
Valience, courage long stood,
Now these , stretched limbs, starves for aid.

Some or the other day, I feel,
My head aching with the burden of,
Its accomplishment,
.....
.....
From war to winning the heart,
To the thrones of world from journey of stars,
Merited , gentle and divine life,
Full of vim and enthusiasm.
...
And laughs at them (my accomplishments),
For this man, has colded down,
As fist of iron, which wrentched the men,
Has shivered.
And wit of wolf as sharp as knife,
Has caught rust.

Some or the other day, I feel,
Should not the dust sprawl my eyes,
And lead me to the unbound sky ,
So that, my heart, alone can see,
The day in dark and lord in light.

But , for the time to take ,
Wandering into the wilderness,
Thoughts do say its say,
Like a cloudy motion of madness,
But, as I swere to lord ,I believe ,I think,
Some or the other day,
Would not I doubt my achievements.
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Broken
I steel my soul
My spirit.

Happiness

When rivers flows and fire rage,
Serotonin leads the way
Setting happiness free from it's cage

Happiness is like a flowing river
No matter how much you try,
You can never stop nor run it dry.

Happiness is like a new born child
There are days when you cry
But still, you'll never go back.

But pain is saying life is not fair
but maybe I still love it here.
If I get to choose again,
I'll choose living, and I'll do it without a scare.

Just a little way of saying good morning.
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There are some seeds in the soul of soil, that only sprout under rain..

There are candles of life... inside every soul that burn only when they experience love...

Those burning petals without quenching the thirst for a kiss.. Those lips... got sweeter with those unspoken words

Yet we sit still living in each other's eyes... Its beyond mute😞😌
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The thing that I fear is facing you...
The thing that I fear is obsessing you..
The thing that I fear is
Loving you..

For a while I was thinking why I fell for you...
I'm still not sure...

Maybe I fell first..
Might be then the reasons came ..

it was all about impressing you..
Expressing me...
Addressing US...

The beat that I skipped
First time we met...
And the heat fogged Every time we met...




Each time I see one I try seizing it...
But every time a strange fear grip me..
All the time I managed to bury them..


Maybe I was afraid..
Afraid that u were in love with someone who isn't me..
Holded hands that weren't mine..
Smiled and blushed about something that wasn't about me...

I loved those moments our eyes levelled..
I never understood what was that,
You shot into my heart with your eyes..
And I will never trade these moments...

Cause I hope......

-John Paul Benoy

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She was born as a detested juvenile
She eternally coveted for love,
She eternally was regaled with bitterness
Folk shouted her as"cursed girl"
She was coerced and victimized
She yearned to dwell a natural life
She was feted like a "slave" in her own cottage
She cherished the "freedom" of birds in the sky
She wished to drift high in the sky
She was disparaged for her "appearance"
She was feasted as "untouchable" for her dark-skinned color
She reminisced that she is a "burden"
She was imperceptible in her own clan
She was being auctioned as a "slave"
Yanks cascading down her cheeks
She moaned and wept all through the twilight
She inferred now she is being "used"
She inferred she can't invent more "pain"
She evolved into a "lethal poison"
She annihilated everyone who"tortured" her
She yearned to be one of the stars in the sky
She tainted herself, evolved into a shiny star in the sky
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Title : Let's

Let's begin or it may be late
Let's start titillating the fate
Let's wonder when and how
Let's pause then and now
Let's get out of hives
Let's start enjoying our lives

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Sitting under the sun n thinking about the moon
That's the saddest movement
When I was thinking about you
Seconds past, minutes past, weeks past
Even yrs too
Still u live inside me somewhere
That's the saddest movement I ever had
Gud night
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 27
CONDITION: All the best
PROMPT: You are stopped by law enforcement on a not-so-traveled road. He claims that you were speeding and broke several other traffic laws. He can take you to jail and impound your car. But you can go free without a ticket if you perform oral sex on him. What do you do?

"WHAT!? You want me to go down on you? You ugly piece of..."

"Offence. Number. Eight. Insulting a cop." He cut in with a rich smile on his face.

"No I can't believe this. Out here? What if someone sees?"

"Hey, lady. I've patrolled this place for TWO WHOLE MONTHS! You're the third person dumb enough to use this route."

There was a cockiness about him that riled her. Her eyes were glued to the icky moustache his nose seemed to have pooped onto his face.

"Grrr. Offence three for you too. You just insulted a civilian. Asked for a sloppy on your D and gave me a near death experience with your breath."

"Lady, go down or let me pin a nice, little ticket on that bum of yours."

"Pervert! First you want a sloppy, now it's my bum you're after? Ugh, you irritate me."

"Bum is short for bumper!" He countered.

"Wow, being out here sure messes with a person's head. Cops put tickets on bumper's now? You liar."

The cop's hands descended to his bony waist. He eyed her not saying a word.

"What are you looking at?" She quizzed.

"A little princess pulling at the fangs of law enforcement. I'm writing you this ticket. Since that's how you want it."

Her tense eyebrows lost their fire. A ticket was the last thing she wanted. And jail?! How would father react?
Mother. She'd go ahead and donate the car to the church.

"Mister. Let's not be rash." She said politely.

"Interesting. Something to discuss? ...A change of mind perhaps?" He snickered and twirled his ragged waist.

The sight was puke worthy but she managed to keep it down. By now, the cop's third leg was almost drilling a hole through his skin tight pants...

Molly sighed, and turned to her car.

"Hey princess, not so fast." His voice had lost its ruggedness. Thoughts of pleasure had weakened his chords.

"Shut up." She fired back.
She leaned in through her window and reached for something. The suspicious cop's hand lingered around his taser for fear of the unknown.

She strutted back to him. Rolling her hips. Knocking his brain dead with fantasies. She looked him square in the eye, tying her dark flowy hair into a bun.

One step closer. Then another. One hand on his pulsing chest
and the other wandering lower...

She gave a firm squeeze. Masochistic ecstacy flooded his face. She felt him some more and warned,

"Mister...don't you dare blow up in my mouth."

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It is true that my weeping transforms,
Myself into the danger of night,
Because i know of no fight,
That me doesn't mourns.

Maybe it is because i am,
But i am not as i do not think.
Who thinks when one has man,
That destroys lives in a blink.

I feel love yet so loveless,
I wish to die, and by that anxious,
To know my face; emotionless,
After all of the sayings i feel my sanctions.