When I sailed with a sailor
She out-sailed me.
When I danced with a dancer
He out-danced me.
Every time I do with a doer
They outdo me.
It’s not because they’re smarter.
Not that their brains work harder.
It’s because they’re doing
All those things that I’m not doing
When all I’m doing
*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Brain Power.”
“That’s the thing about girls.
Every time they do something pretty,
even if they’re not much to look at,
or even if they’re sort of stupid,
you fall in love with them,
and then you never know where the hell you are.
They can drive you crazy.
They really can.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”
Sometimes you picture me –
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said –
Then you say – go slow –
I fall behind –
The second hand unwinds
If you’re lost you can look – and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you – I’ll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows – you’re wondering
If I’m OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time –
– Cyndi Lauper (Time After Time)
When I was born, they looked at me and said
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said,
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.
We’ve got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
when temptation calls, we just look away.
This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn’t right, but be with me tonight.
– Bare Naked Ladies (What a Good Boy)
*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”
I see you
standing over there,
across the room,
some other guy.
Look my way.
See me now.
Catch my smile.
I’ll show you how
we dance together
on different sides
of the same room.
I’m not ignoring you.
You aren’t ignoring me.
We’re just learning
how to love
in time and space;
across this vast
and wonderfully open
Now take my hand.
Let’s go ’round again.
One more time.
One more spin.
“If you really want to hear about it,
the first thing
you’ll probably want to know
is where I was born,
and what my lousy childhood was like,
and how my parents were occupied
before they had me,
and all that David Copperfield kind of crap,
but I don’t feel like going into it,
if you want to know
– JD Salinger
*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Call Me Ishmael.”
Only a fool
would love anyone
more than he loved
you felt the need
to ask this fool,
“Would you choose God
I regretfully replied.
I, the fool,
had never heard
a woman cry
like you cried
Asked to leave,
I gathered up
and closed your door,
but quickly realized
I had nowhere else
I wanted to be more.
There was no place
I’d rather be
than sitting outside your door
listening to you breathe.
*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Good Faith.”
If I could
I would never again
cause you pain
If only I were able
I would never
let you down
In a perfect world
I would always know
what to say or do
You’d never feel jealous
You would never feel betrayed
And the butterflies in your stomach
would be eager
Love is not a skill I have yet mastered
But I continue to practice everyday
*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Got Skills.”