Use Your Words: October 16, 2015

Hello and happy Friday!

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them.

Until now.

My words are:

tattoos ~ pumpkin ~ bats ~ candy ~ mice ~ zombies

They were submitted by:

-Thanks Dawn!

She blinks her eyes,
wondering if she bats her butterfly lashes hard enough if they could take her away from here.

Far away from these mindless zombies, who wander aimlessly and hold painfully dull conversations.

Their souls are satiated with candy, mindless chatter and boring sex. Where she craves a hard unforgettable fucking, discussions that flair into thoughtful debates and anything sinfully savory she could sink her teeth into.

Her tattoo stained skin, poetry leaking fingers and star speckled eyes caused others to stare and keep their distance.

Or so they told themselves.

Really it was because they were fearful silly mice. Scurrying to and fro, snitching a treat here or there just to get by, too busy or distracted to enjoy their days, their lives, any and every moment.

She wanted to fit in at one time.

Wanted to feel pretty and walk around with the perfectly carved jackolantern smile on a empty seeded pumpkin head. She wanted laugh with the sycophants and sneer at absurd suggestions that differed from her own.

She wanted a home.

Luckily, she was brave. She was different. She was odd.

Whoever she would form a tribe with would be weird and silly. They would cherish her art and her silence. They would understand that you don't talk anytime Joplin or Sinatra was on and that it was okay love everything a little too much.

But until then, she formed her own home-her contentment to be who she truly was.

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts: Baking In A Tornado Spatulas on Parade The Momisodes Sparkly Poetic Weirdo Southern Belle Charm Rena’s World Confessions of a part time working mom Never Ever Give Up Hope Someone Else’s Genius Searching for Sanity Climaxed Dinosaur Superhero Mommy The Bergham Chronicles The Angrivated Mom Eileen's Perpetually Busy


  1. Although it can sometimes be lonely, a sense of self is a lifelong gift.

  2. I'm still looking myself, so I'm envious!

  3. If you can't make it with yourself, you can't be with anybody. But hey, look no further - weird and silly is what you're looking for? Pick me! :-)

    1. Oh I am picking you indeed!!!

      Weird and silly is what makes people awesome!

  4. It took me years to realise I wasn't the only one who felt this way, and I was so frustrated I hadn't known it sooner. It would have saved years of anguish. Beautiful post, and so relatable.

    1. Thank you. It is funny how we forget people right next to us can be struggling the same way too...

      But luckily the years we have gone through have helped grow us!

  5. Well I would never have thought to use the words to release myself, but you did and so did I. This last year has been one of finding who I was, who I had lost and admitting what I want.
    Great job

    1. Great job to you to finding who you truly are! Best wishes on your move and keeping on the path that makes you happy. <3


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