I guess I have been in a poem writing mood, and it's back with today's prompt :). Hope you enjoy it.
Prompt: You are an attention starved narcissist. You don’t need me. You don’t need my help. You don’t need anything from me. Yet you keep coming back. You keep sucking me in, With your sorry sob stories. You don’t need me. You need attention. You need someone to coddle you. Well it’s over. My eyes have been opened. I can see what you are. I can see you For what you are: An attention starved narcissist.
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Prompt: "So, what's the plan?" / "My plan was to follow your plan."
Gotta love Aiden and the way his mind works...luckily Hunter is more prepared than that. “So, what’s the plan?” Hunter asked Aiden. “Plan?” Aiden asked, his eyes going bug eyed, he wasn’t expecting to be asked the plan, “My plan was to follow your plan.” Hunter stared at him. Aiden had to be kidding. He couldn’t have possibly have charged off without a plan. Not only was it irresponsible, but it was absolutely stupid. He had to have had a plan. It wasn’t possible not to have a plan. Luckily, Hunter had a plan. Prompt: Her hair was a mess from sleeping, and in the bright moonlight she looked even more beautiful than he had ever seen her, “I am asking you to trust me,” she said.
When she fell asleep, he eased her onto the ground, and she immediately curled up in a ball, and looked so much like a child, with her hair falling over her face and clutching a corner of the blanket like it was a lifeline. Hunter’s gut churned when he thought about everything she had been through during those last few weeks. She was so innocent. SHe shouldn’t have had to deal with everything she had just had to deal with. He should have taken better care of her. “What?” Carrie asked softly, slowly beginning to open her eyes. “What, what?” Hunter asked, trying to make it look like he hadn’t just been staring at her. “You were staring at me,” slowly she adjusted herself so that she was sitting up and looking at him. “I wasn’t. I was...I was just.” “Watching for enemies?” Carrie joked. “Exactly,” Hunter confirmed. “Um hmm, now why don’t you tell me what you were really doing?” “Just keeping watch.” “I heard you haven’t been sleeping.” “I’ve had a lot on my mind. It’s a busy time.” “You still need to sleep.” “I’m fine,” Hunter shrugged. “What’s going on?” Carrie asked. Hunter shook his head. There was no way he could tell her what was going on. He couldn’t tell her about the darkness of his mind, and the worry he had the entire time she had been missing, the worry that he had never had felt before. “Come here,” Carrie said. He looked at her like she was crazy, “What?” “Come here,” she ordered again. Hunter did as he was ordered, curiosity getting the best of him. Carrie guided him so that he had his head in her lap. She began to stroke his hair. “What are you doing?” he asked. Carrie looked at him. Her hair was a mess from sleeping, and in the bright moonlight she looked even more beautiful than he had ever seen her, “I am asking you to trust me,” she said. “I need to be on watch.” “Felicia is going on duty in a minute. It’ll be fine. I promise,” Carrie said. Hunter breathed, and tried to relax. Carrie smiled and continued to stroke his hair. She began to hum softly, and before he realized what was happening, his eyes began to close and he drifted off to sleep for the first time in over two weeks. Happy Memorial Day! I hope you enjoy it, whether you have the day off or not for today.
Prompt: She had seen fire and war. She had seen life and death, and now there was nothing left but dust and a very broken girl. Felicia drop kicked the practice dummy. She attacked it with a fire that she hadn’t even realized she had. She attacked it, pouring everything she had into the attack. Finally, her energy gave out, and she crashed to the ground. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Allen found her there. He stood there, staring at her for a minute. He had never seen her look so broken. It shocked him to his core. This was a girl who had seen everything, been through everything. She had seen fire adn war. She had seen life to its fullest and death at its worst, but now, somehow life had slipped and there was nothing left. She was surrounded by endless dust as her world crumbled around her. Allen couldn’t help but realize how small and broken she was. With her world crumbling there was nothing left but dust and a very broken girl. Prompt: “ I feel sad.” / “I have emotional jumper cables. I’ll boost you. Just attach like so…” / “This is just a hug.” / “Is it working?” / “Yeah.”
“Are you okay?” Anthony asked Julia. “I feel sad,” Julia said, glancing up at him. “Oh, well,” Anthony smiled, “I have emotional jumper cables. I’ll boost you,” he got closer to her, “You just attach like so,” he wrapped his arms around her. “This is just a hug,” Julia said, looking up at him, but wrapping her arms around him as well. “Is it working?” “Yeah,” Julia said slowly as she nodded. She leaned her head against his chest, and let her arms hold him tighter as she closed her eyes. It was working perfectly. Prompt: I opened my mouth to say something polite, but what came out was, “You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss.”
There she was, she was standing there, looking great. She walked up to me. I opened my mouth to say something polite, like I normally did when I saw her, however, today, I don’t know what happened, something got stuck in my mind or mouth, and instead of saying something like, ‘Nice dress,’ or ‘Your hair looks nice.’ My mouth opened and out came the words, “You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss.” She stared at me, her eyes wide, and looked like she was ready to bolt at any minute. I couldn’t blame her. It was the strangest thing she had probably ever heard, especially from someone who she only saw every other day. “Thanks,” she said slowly, “But, um….” she hedged. “Yeah, no, that’s I’m just...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, I um...I’m just, sorry,” words spewed out of my mouth and they didn’t really make sense. “I appreciate the um..compliment?” she asked, unsure if it was actually supposed to be a compliment. “Well, yeah, um, you’re welcome,” my face was getting bright red, and it was just embarassing. I turned around and I hurried out the door in shame. Prompt: In the end they were just made of flesh that could be cut and bones that could be broken.
They had fought, and they had fought long and hard. They became myths and legends, but in the end, they were just regular people. They weren’t made of steel that couldn’t be hurt. They were made of flesh that could be cut and bones that could be broken. They were just ordinary human beings, who refused to give up. They were human beings who fought to the bitter end until every last one of them had been broken beyond recognition. They may be gone, however, they will forever live on in our minds and our hearts. Jesse glanced up from where she’s working. There was Hunter, his arm bleeding profusely, blood seeping in between his fingers. Using her head, Jesse gestured to a nearby stool. Hunter quickly strode to the seat and waited for Jesse to finish so that she could attend to his wounds.
“Gonna tell me what happened? Or do I have to guess?” Jesse asked, kneeling down in front of him and placing her bowl of water down beside her. “Training,” Hunter said with a shrug. “You know, you can train without getting yourself killed.” “I’m not dead.” Jesse rolled her eyes. Sometimes Hunter could be so dense. She never could understand how he’d get some things and other things would just completely go over his head. “How are you not dead yet?” Jesse asked as she cleaned up the blood to get a better look at his wound. “I have nine lives.” “Someone, somewhere must like you,” Jesse handed him a bowl of herbs to hold. “Don’t know why,” Hunter said, taking the herbs from Jesse. “Are they doing any better?” Jesse asked, choosing to ignore his comment. “The girl, Carlie.” “Carrie,” Jesse corrected. “Right, Carrie. She wants to have private lessons.” “Really?” the ‘ooh’ was evident in her voice and face. “What’s with the face?” “Nothing.” Jesse couldn’t keep the smile from her face. Hunter eyed her suspiciously. She knew something that he didn’t’. “What did you tell her?” “I said no. That it’s a luxary that couldn’t’ be afforded.” Jesse’s heart fell. Carrie would be crushed. It had taken her ages tot get up the courage to even ask and then to be turned down, that was never a good thing. Hunter just needed to stop being so thick skulled and realize what was going on right in front of him. Prompt: “I want,” he stopped, tore his fingers through his hair, “Never mind what I want,” his voice was quieter now. / “What do you want?” / “You. Always you.”
Kevin looked at Skye. She looked so amazing standing there. “Did you want something?” Skye asked, suddenly glancing over at him and noticing that he was staring at her. “I want,” he stopped, and he tore his fingers through his hair, “Never mind what I want,” his voice was quieter now as he faded off. Kevin couldn’t tell her what it was that he wanted. She didn’t want that, she didn’t want him, and didn’t want to know that he wanted her. Things were already difficult enough, he didn’t want to make it worse by confessing something too soon. “What do you want?” Skye asked softly, staring at him softly. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” Kevin shook his head. “Tell me,” Skye said. Kevin smiled. She was sounding like her old self, the one who asked all kinds of questions, and wouldn’t rest until she got the answers that she wanted. “You,” Kevin finally slipped. He paused for a minute as his mind processed what he had just said. “What?” Skye asked, her brow furrowing in confusion as she also processed that information. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you,” Kevin confessed. “I...it just...I,” Skye stammered. “Hey,” Kevin said, stopping Skye from continuing, “You keep saying that you can’t. You keep saying that it won’t work out, but it did. For months, it worked between the two of us.” “But it was a lie. It was a job. I wasn’t Liberty,” Skye cried. “It may started out that way, but it wasn’t like that at the end. And you were on the run from a seriously dangerous man, you didn’t know who you could trust,” Kevin explained away, “It makes sense you would go by a different name.” Skye wiped the tears from her eyes. “We’ll make it work. We’ve done it before, and we can do it again. I promise,” Kevin took both of Skye’s hands in his, “Please, just give us another chance.” Skye blinked back her tears and tried to compose herself, “Okay,” she whispered. “Really?” Kevin asked. “Yeah,” Skye nodded her head, and smiled through her tears, “I’ve missed you so much.” “I’ve missed you too,” Kevin smiled. He brought Skye to his chest and held her tightly. They held each other tightly and Kevin kissed the top of Skye’s head. She was soft and sweet. Easily underestimated. Easily thought of As a fragile flower. Someone who Couldn’t withstand the slightest breeze, Someone with no roots, No way to protect themselves. Such a fragile flower, So sweet and unassuming. Easy to manipulate, Easy to crush. She may have been fragile, Everyone thought so, But she was no fragile flower. She was a bomb. Be careful Be on guard. She may be fragile, But she could take you down. She wasn’t fragile Like a flower She was fragile Like a bomb. |
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