Oooo La La!!! ~ The Writer's Page!
TP into Cafe du Monde for the daily writer's prompt. There is a "written" prompt on the table and a "visual" one by the counter.
Got talent? Want to share your writing? Submit your original work by full permission Note Card in world to Evie Falconer along with any photos or specific publishing requests. You retain all rights to your work, though we retain the right to not publish anything deemed offensive or derogatory.
Your writing will be published for a one week period as space permits.
All forms of writing (poetry, prose, essays, etc.) welcome.
I dont know
The bitter pill, the wine, the song,
How long can I go on?
This feeling that you're out of reach
I wonder, do we belong?
The silent nights, the empty days,
Could this all be my fate?
Is it you, the one I love?
Or is it me I hate?
~~© Samanda Renfold~~
23/09/2000
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The Lie.
©WIlls wozniak 05.03.2011
Inspired by MooCow Beeswing
I've lied to you,
About how I feel.
Saying that my love,
Just don't feel real.
Did it as I thought you deserved more,
So I pushed you out and slammed the door.
Turned my back,
As I felt tears fall.
Felt like slamming,
My fist against the wall.
Did it again like I always do,
Did to others and now to you.
My head it lies,
My heart knows the truth.
The heart just feels,
Never asks for proof.
My mind took over,
told the lie,
Yet my heart cannot,
say goodbye.
Can you forgive me ,
this one lie?
Can we pick love up,
and once more try?
Will you ever trust
I'll never tell this lie again?
When this lie to you,
has caused us both such pain.
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The Gold Cat
© Bunky Snowbear 09/03/2011
I sit in the big, beige room, on a brown cushion.
The table before me is brown and the cat is golden.
The teapot is orange on the brown table but the room is beige.
The gold cat mews in its way as it paces the grey floor.
The dusty teal wall is split by silver strips but the cat is still gold.
White fans break the chocolate roof and the rusty brick counter supports a pot of yellow flowers.
The gold cat approaches me yet remains indifferent.
The sky outside is cerulean and the wispy clouds are titanium white.
Golden lights and red lanterns pepper the sky, mocking the concrete ground.
The turquoise sea splits a cerulean sky.
Behind the red teapot the gold cat watches a man pinky-bronze beneath his black shirt and indigo jeans.
The girl outside is pink with cherry red and cream patterned clothes.
Her boots are tan, her dark brown eyes piercing through a white headscarf.
Her eyes are dark and piercing, the colour of charcoal and cocoa.
They face the turquoise sea but they see nothing but white noise.
The girl is a blind-eyed cherry but the golden cat is in focus.
The gold cat strides the grey floor under the teal and brown sky of the Cafe Du Monde.
It is slinky beside rust bricks and mahogany frame, ginger tail flicking.
Verdant green park and bronze horse give the grey bricks an organic heart.
Gold and yellow pepper spice the beginning of a new old place.
The streets are quiet but have the colour of a heartbeat.
The pinky-bronze man and golden cat sit and watch in clear silence.
