Princess, The Queen Of The House

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“Human, if I wanted to be in the picture, I would tell you so.  You see this face? Am I satisfied with it? No. And what do you think about my today’s lunch?! You call that a meal? Oh, come on!”.

The Princess is an unsatisfied cat. Always.

 

As I was preparing the lunch for us, humans, she was just lying in the middle of the living room, without intention to move.

She was still disappointed.

Her lunch, as she considered, was disastrous.

 

“What can I do?”, I thought in despair.

The Princess has to be happy. She is the Princess, after all!

 

My chicken soup on the stow was almost finished.

But the Princess was lying there for an hour as an act of rebellion. That meant she was extremely mad at me.

I was planning to go to the pool today, but how, oh how, could I leave my Princess in such state?!

I started to pet her. She was not purring. Or moving.

“Oh, what the heck. Cats will be cats…I’m going to the pool!”.

 

My beach towel was somewhere in the closet.

As I was trying to find it, I completely messed up everything inside.

I just couldn’t find it anywhere. “Damn!”.

 

Princess came, walking her lazy walk, entered the closet, although she knows how I hate it and how I forbid her to do it.

With a blink of an eye, she nested herself on the pile of the wardrobe, ready to fall to sleep.

“Princess, come on, get out! No sleeping in the closet!”.

Trying to pull her out was comparable as trying to make her eat broccoli.

No way in the World I could do it.

 

“And what about my towel?!”, I thought.

 

Then, I heard something strange noise in the kitchen.

“Oh, the hell, my soup!”. I removed it quickly from the stove.

 

As I was bothering about the Princess, the towel and the closet, the soup has turned into something unrecognizable.

I have never ever messed up any meal!

I am a pretty good cook, and now, I’ve accomplished to ruin the soup?!

 

This day was turning into a complete chaos.

 

And then, slowly, Princess walked out from the bedroom, dragging the beach towel with her.

 

“There you go human. I see how incapable you are. So, where is my proper lunch?!”, asked my pretty Princess with a look worth of the Queen Of The House.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/an-odd-trio/

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The Soul Song

dance

 

Dancing through the silence of a day

I’ll dance the pain away

Dancing

Until the morning shimmering sun

Arrays a new day.

 
 

Dancing to the serene numbness

Until I don’t sense myself anymore

Dancing ’till I’m gone

And forget what I’m dancing for.

 
 

Dancing to the indistinct music

Of my splintered soul

Because

No other instrument

Could play so devotedly

 
 

The chorus of my soul song.

 
 
 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/strike-a-chord/

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Lost By My Own Will

Floating

 

I couldn’t resist, it was the full moon, warm summer evening. I sat in the car and drove.
Just drove true the night.

 

Just drove, to get lost.

 

Music loud, windows down, feeling of freedom and that special scent of summer night.
Mixture of fresh grass, asphalt, ozone after rain, and gasoline.

 

Me and my car, one entity, driving and exploring, leaving the world behind.
Thoughts, emotions, blended into one bubble that would never burst.

I stopped by some unknown woods, and there was that meadow, barely seen through the dark.

 

I knew I’m lost, somewhere, but it was really what I needed.

 

I left the car, and sat down on the grass, slightly wet from the afternoon rain, just catching the moment,and wishing it would never end. Moon above me, stars, no cloud in the dark skies above me, not even one.

 

And then, there it came. Two falling meteors, one following the other.

I laughed, echoing in the surrounding silence, and thought about making a wish, but why?
I had everything I needed in that perfect frozen time moment.

 

Only one thing remained empty. The place beside me.
The person with I could share the moment stolen from time.
No regrets, though.
If it should be empty, then be it.

 

I leaved all of it, driving back to the familiar roads.
But my mind stayed there, like in the movie that would stay forever imprinted, with no subtitles, no ending, and with no beginning.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/wrong-turns/

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You Were My Favourite Flavour

 

BW

 

You had me instantly

At the sweetness of your lips.

You were the spice of my tasteless life

Salty sweat and tears

Through the endless nights.

Bitterness that you brought

After the sweetness had subsided

Hadn’t surprised me

Because

The sour taste of disappointment

Was always the main chorus

Of my life.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/picky-tongues/

 

 

 

 

Punctuation Saves Lives!

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Punctuation is “the use of spacing, conventional signs, and certain typographical devices as aids to the understanding and correct reading, both silently and aloud, of handwritten and printed texts.”[1] Another description is: “The practice, action, or system of inserting points or other small marks into texts, in order to aid interpretation; division of the text into sentences, clauses, etc., by means of such marks.”- Source : Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punctuation

Well, punctuation is my OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder).
I punctuate even when I shouldn’t.
I over punctuate, by all meanings, always.

When I edit the text,it looks like a forest of punctuation marks.

I erase some of them,but, I love the play and the scenery they can make.

They are too important to me.

And you now what?

Let me show you how important their use is!

1. “Woman, without her man, is nothing” (emphasizing the importance of men),
2. “Woman: without her, man is nothing” (emphasizing the importance of women!!!).

Choose your favourite, 1 or 2.Do you see what difference they make? I just adore them.

And now a little game!

A sentence and word puzzle, where the proper punctuation is needed and adds a full meaning to the following:

“That that is is that that is not is not is that it it is”.

I tried it several times, playing with it, like a child with puzzles. Amusing, isn’t it?

Share the love of the punctuation power, since it can save lives!

Or you can eat your grandma by mistake!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/by-the-dots/

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