The exercise:
Write about: therapy.
The Reluctant Journal of Henry K. Larsen by Susin Nielsen is one hell of a book.
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Showing posts with label Writing Therapy. Show all posts
Monday October 3rd, 2022
Thursday October 22nd, 2009
The exercise:
Today's prompt: public speaking.
The inspiration: it's a long and complicated story. Let's just say I was disappointed by someone at work this morning and I needed some writing therapy.
Mine:
The words come slipping,
Slithering out of your mouth;
I see nodding heads,
While my respect for you goes south.
I don't understand
What your reasons are for lying;
But what you're selling,
I sure as hell ain't buying.
Today's prompt: public speaking.
The inspiration: it's a long and complicated story. Let's just say I was disappointed by someone at work this morning and I needed some writing therapy.
Mine:
The words come slipping,
Slithering out of your mouth;
I see nodding heads,
While my respect for you goes south.
I don't understand
What your reasons are for lying;
But what you're selling,
I sure as hell ain't buying.
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 :)
Mine:
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.
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 :)
Mine:
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.
Monday August 18th, 2008
The exercise:
Today's starter is: passing judgment. Yeah, sometimes this is just about writing therapy.
Mine:
I don't know you, I've never even seen you. But I've heard you.
Your words, relayed through another's lips, passing judgment on a stranger. Capitalized ignorance, parenthetic insecurities, self-important exclamation marks, close-minded periods.
You know best full stop
No knowledge of my situation comma don't care to learn full stop
Unfounded criticisms comma unsolicited advice full stop
I don't know you, but I've heard enough. I've never seen you and don't plan to. I'm too busy living my own life, I suggest you start doing the same.
Today's starter is: passing judgment. Yeah, sometimes this is just about writing therapy.
Mine:
I don't know you, I've never even seen you. But I've heard you.
Your words, relayed through another's lips, passing judgment on a stranger. Capitalized ignorance, parenthetic insecurities, self-important exclamation marks, close-minded periods.
You know best full stop
No knowledge of my situation comma don't care to learn full stop
Unfounded criticisms comma unsolicited advice full stop
I don't know you, but I've heard enough. I've never seen you and don't plan to. I'm too busy living my own life, I suggest you start doing the same.
Wednesday June 18th, 2008
The exercise:
I'll admit that this was more writing therapy than writing practice but I think it was a healthy session regardless. Today's topic: how would you regulate cell phone use in public?
Mine:
Oh if I ruled the world, how different things would be. For starters, that man at the next table talking so loudly into his cell phone that everyone in Starbucks can hear him would be in jail. If he happened to suffer some police brutality along the way, all the better.
I'm not being unreasonable here, he is. He's the one who thinks so much of himself that everyone here needs to know how "fucking bullshit" the raw deal his buddy got was. Or what day of the week he's planning on dumping his girlfriend. I just want to eat my sugar-infused snack in peace.
I think I'd call the law he's breaking Disturbing The Peace Through Cell Phone Use. Minimum penalty: loss of cell phone rights for a month and a small fine. Maximum penalty: removal of vocal chords.
In my world talking is a privilege, not a right. If you can't be trusted to use your voice in a reasonable manner, Dr. Yankemout will be paying you a visit shortly.
The harshest penalties would be saved for those who indulge in personal, not in the least bit urgent cell phone conversations in confined spaces, such as buses, planes and movie theaters. Trust me, Brit can wait to hear about the fab new shoes you just bought and we don't care - call her back.
I'd also institute a warning system in order to be fair, lest my people worry that I am an unjust ruler. I would introduce mandatory Shockem (TM) technology in all new cell phones. That way whenever one of my citizens is being subjected to one side of a loud, personal, public conversation they can simply press the Shockem (TM) button on their phone and the offending party will receive a small electric shock through their cell. If the behavior isn't corrected after three Shockems (TM), the proper authorities will be notified.
All at the press of a button! My people will not suffer from lack of convenience.
If you think me harsh my friends then let me say this: you should hear my policies for rapists and pedophiles.
I'll admit that this was more writing therapy than writing practice but I think it was a healthy session regardless. Today's topic: how would you regulate cell phone use in public?
Mine:
Oh if I ruled the world, how different things would be. For starters, that man at the next table talking so loudly into his cell phone that everyone in Starbucks can hear him would be in jail. If he happened to suffer some police brutality along the way, all the better.
I'm not being unreasonable here, he is. He's the one who thinks so much of himself that everyone here needs to know how "fucking bullshit" the raw deal his buddy got was. Or what day of the week he's planning on dumping his girlfriend. I just want to eat my sugar-infused snack in peace.
I think I'd call the law he's breaking Disturbing The Peace Through Cell Phone Use. Minimum penalty: loss of cell phone rights for a month and a small fine. Maximum penalty: removal of vocal chords.
In my world talking is a privilege, not a right. If you can't be trusted to use your voice in a reasonable manner, Dr. Yankemout will be paying you a visit shortly.
The harshest penalties would be saved for those who indulge in personal, not in the least bit urgent cell phone conversations in confined spaces, such as buses, planes and movie theaters. Trust me, Brit can wait to hear about the fab new shoes you just bought and we don't care - call her back.
I'd also institute a warning system in order to be fair, lest my people worry that I am an unjust ruler. I would introduce mandatory Shockem (TM) technology in all new cell phones. That way whenever one of my citizens is being subjected to one side of a loud, personal, public conversation they can simply press the Shockem (TM) button on their phone and the offending party will receive a small electric shock through their cell. If the behavior isn't corrected after three Shockems (TM), the proper authorities will be notified.
All at the press of a button! My people will not suffer from lack of convenience.
If you think me harsh my friends then let me say this: you should hear my policies for rapists and pedophiles.
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