Wednesday June 10th, 2009

The exercise:

Today's prompt is: handcuffed.

Thanks again to those who dropped by to share some kind words on Daily Writing Practice's first birthday. It was much appreciated :)


Oh how I want, how I want
To get nasty and rough;
But these words cannot flow,
I've been verbally handcuffed.
Oh the things I want to say
While you think yourself better;
Like: the only class you've got
Are the last three letters.

But in the end I'll admit:
This silent path is for the best.
Because while you're puffing up
And ape-beating your chest,
It's out there in the open
For the rest of us to see
That you're worth about as much
As two bottles of pee.


Greg said...

Hmm, do we dare ask what (or who) inspired you with handcuffs? It's a clever poem though, and a good way to start off the second year of Daily Writing!


These bracelets constrain me,
Detain me,
And hold me against my will.
I stand and I rattle them,
Battle them,
But I am abandoned still.

These bracelets sparkle and glitter,
But they leave me bitter,
To be confined and dischuffed.
I rage at this prison,
Who out there will listen?
I am trapped and handcuffed.

Marc said...

Let's just call it some healthy writing therapy and call it a day, shall we? :)

I love the rhyme scheme you used, very effective. I'll have to try my hand at it some time.

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

I'm tempted to ask what inspired this prompt, but I won't. If you want to divulge, I'm willing to listen, but I won't force you.
Who-knows how much later, my eyes slugglishly opened. Bleh... between the splitting pain at the base of my skull and the medicinally-gluey texture in my mouth I felt absolutely miserable. I tried to remember what happened, but it hurt too badly, so I stopped.
God Almighty, my shoulders hurt; my arms were above my head for some reason. I tried to lower them to my sides, but a sharp chink cut that idea short. I pulled a bit harder, and two lines of thin metal bit my wrists. I squeezed my eyes shut in bitter realization; I'd felt this kind of metal once before. Handcuffs. Peachy.
"'Eh Boss, think'ee's awake," a rough, thin voice called somewhere. "Should I flip the lights?"
"Nah, not yet," another voice replied. "I wanna get a good look at'm first."
I bit my tongue. Crap. I just had that feeling that this, like the time I'd had handcuffs, would not end well.
Feh. This played out so much better in my head. Ah well.

Ana Cristina said...

Hm, I wonder who this one's about? *walks away whistling*

Marc said...

g2 - t'was something that needed an outlet, that's all. :)

And don't be so hard on yourself. I quite liked yours. Creepy but good.

Ana - :P