Daily Prompt: Dancing

I do not dance,
You will never catching me doing a prance.
I do not like dancing.

You can call me boring or lame,
When I go to the club I sit in the back and wonder why I even came.

I do not dance under the stars,
In my car
or at the bar.

No matter how many drinks,
You wont catch me moving my feet.

Maybe I will nod my head.
But shaking this body? I wouldn’t be caught dead.
So I’m here, I have arrived but I only came to be fed.
I will not dance, don’t ask again.
I wasn’t having a laugh, you heard what I said.

via Daily Prompt: Dancing


Make It Last

I watch you grow,
And boy you grow fast.
I wish I could make each day last.
But that is the funny thing about time.
Before you know it another day has come and another has past.

At first when you were around,
I’d grumble around.
I swear I love you,
But you make so much sound.

Or noise or more like screams,

You and I have no sense of time,
You are up at night like its the time to be alive.
Screaming then playing.
While I stand over you begging.
Please just one more hour, go to sleep.
I need it please.

You don’t care, Your wants come and go.
Jumping from objects like a flea.

Through it all though I love you so.
I would trade none of it, I tell you.
If I could I would make it slow.
Because before you know it you will grow and grow and grow.

You will be my big son,
That does sound fun,
But I know you will start your life and go away and do things that I will marvel at.
But I will miss these days too.
When you were just a little baby trying to get through.
All those tough days,
Teeth coming in
All the ruined clothes we had to throw in the bin.

I really love you I really do.
You grow so fast and soon your baby days will be in the past.
For now though I cherish every moment. Ill do my best to make them last.
I’m so glad I can call myself your parent.


I have not wrotten,
No that is surly not right.
I must have meant I have not write.
Hm that still is an awful sight.
I think I mean I need to write,
Or I have not written.
Yes it has been a while since I have written,
Today is the first and I feel like I’m #Winning.
I love to write I really do,
But it seems like my time says Na fuck you.
Or maybe I just make excuse, excuse.
Either way it does not matter.
Today I write. Ignoring all the chatter.
Writing line by line.
Babbling on like the mad hatter.
This is easy with no real thought.
But hey should it not?
I feel relieved, stresses gone for just a bit.
Now I can go on another stint.
Another break, another day I really don’t know what to say.
I should write each and every day.
It helps remove some of the gray.
But oh man another excuse.
The day to day grind and repeat,
Has me feeling incomplete.
Time wasted
If I stop and think,
God if i wrote everyday.
How much better I would be.
Eh whatever I guess I wait and see.
Maybe I will get better in my dreams,
And while I rest.
Writing everyday is a true test.
I guess,
I fail.

The Date

I got home around six o’clock,
I changed my clothes from my shirt to my socks.
This time I put on a different type of outfit.
Damn I certainly looked terrific.

We got a bite to eat,
Hell I even pulled out your seat.
We spoke, for so long.
Talking about our hopes and dreams.
The old and new,
What do they call it shooting the breeze?

Anyway everything felt so new and exciting,
Sitting in that crowded restaurant,
You laughed at all my jokes.
It really feels like a long time since we had spoke.

But we had lost the time,
As we had spoken until way past 9.
Shit! We were late!

Well it had been a wonderful date,

10/10 I would approve,

I really love speaking to you,
But back to our baby we go,
I would really love to do this again…

Someday you know?



Baby why do you scream?
Please stop yelling at me. 

It seems the minute you stir,
The minute you fuss.
Im crashing through the house like a wreckless bus.

Checking diapers,
And filling bottles.
But yet, you still cry.

You scream and whimper.

I do not know why,
I have run through the checklist,
A-Z but still you sit and scream at me.

But, I would not change a thing,
Hell maybe I will sing.
I will not lie though,
I cannot wait for you to aquire that thing.

When you look up at me and say daddy,
This is what is wrong with me.


After Work

That late night slump,
That late night dump,
Of all my brain matter,
Oozing out, dripping into pools around my feet.

That late night sound,
Of no one around.
Not even a stir down my street.

The day was long and rotten,
That is past and forgotten.

For that late night slump,
That late night dump.
Of all my brain matter,
Oozing out, dripping into pools around my feet.
With a beer in my hand,
I slump in my seat.
As I dump any sense as sit and watch pop culture TV.


I’m on a mission,
A goal I must complete.

I can choose two roads,
Stand up tall,
Or take a seat.

I choose my own path!
Wave a white flag,
Or compete.

Life is crazy,
How it can keep you low beyond belief…

But, when you complete that goal,
Stand up tall,
And compete.
Life can really be one of the sweetest treats.

The Longest Wait

I sat waiting,
Days on end.
I was nervous I could not pretend.
Paitently walking,
Around the room and down the halls,
Back and forth to get some food.
Stuffing my face.

Full of well priced meals and cheap treats.
I was eating at an unstoppable pace.
Almost like it was a race.

I thought I was patient and walking calmly,
I’m sure I was marching around,
Like a tired, nervous wreck
Who had not slept.

With way too much on my mind.

But I guess many people here stumble around,
With that same glassed over look.
Information goes in one ear and out the other.

Yes, surely this building is full of people,
Experiencing the same feeling if not worse.
No surely worse.

For me a little worry but everything will be alright.

One day turned to two
Two to three
One more day will surely undo me.

Those people,
They came in every hour.
Trying new things,
Always taking the time to explain to me.

Finally on day four,
They said to me,
Come quick, come quick!

Really come and see.

I rush over from the couch in the corner.
The couch that I made into my bed,
My little entertainment center.
To pass the time,
The slow creeping time.
The time that you do not realize how much you have.
Until you are not working, or going to school.
But, just waiting…


Its coming its coming,
Help out ,
Grab a leg and help her push.
Inducing labor can take days!


This is truly the final push.

20 minutes later,
They pull the baby out.
They shout.

Cheers all about.


I feel the rage of boredom brewing,
That feeling,
Of being frustrated by lack of something…
Something entertaining my brain.
A book?
A video game?
Something is all I ask.
I’m trying to make this time go,
Because if I don’t, I’m not sure I will last.