Panda's Writing Corner of Chaos

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

It's been a bit and I wrote something earlier today. I actually really like it, I don't really know if its good. I've been worried lately about some stuff and this kind of came out of that somehow. Hope you all enjoy. @Lotus Blossom you wanted to read it so here it is. (Ignore that I'm bad at poetry, it just felt right to make some of it rhyme. It wasn't supposed to be poetry or writing really, truly as it says, a love letter)

(Also I am not dating anyone, this is quite literally a letter to my future love)

Scene 5: Dear Future Husband

Spoiler

Dear Future Husband,

Are you thinking of me too?

I look forward to meeting you.

 

Let’s do it the old-fashioned way.

Let’s begin the movie, start the play.

I’ll be your princess; you’ll be my prince charming.

Run through the script, though it may be disarming.

We’ll go from—

 

Texting late at night.

Cuddling and holding me tight.

Laying my head on your shoulder.

Tell me I look young even as I’m getting older.   

Sitting next to you in silence and loving you just being there.

Reading together out in the crisp fall air.

Stealing your clothes to sleep in at night.

Taking care of me when I’m sick so I’ll be alright.

Kissing my head to show me your love.

Being my hope, a gift from above.

 

Tell future me: I’m proud of you, just keeping doing what you love.

Tell my dad: Thank you for teaching me what a gentleman was.

 

Age is a number, cause a real woman doesn’t grow old.

I’m still hot even if sometimes I’m a little cold.

I’m youthful and radiant just like the sun, that’s at least how my dad described my mum.

I’m still sweet and shy even if I’m not calm.

 

I’m still cute in a messy bun.

I’m still lovable when I’m a bit undone.

I’m still gorgeous when I’m a mess.

I’m still beautiful and nothing less.

Just keep on telling me, I know I refuse to believe it's true,

 but with a little help maybe I’ll see the beauty you do.

 

Go be the man from my books.

Entrance me with your looks.

Call me baby and hold me in your arms.

Learn to dance night away and make me swoon with your charm.

Hold my hand and squeeze me tight.

Three squeezes mean I-love-you, that’s right.

My love for you, oh how it’s true.

And hopefully you love me too.

 

I already miss you.

I really do.

Take my name from Miss to Mrs.

Steal my heart and shower me with kisses.

You might not be my first, but you’ll be my last.

Nothing matters, not even the past.

 

Just hold me close, even if you're not.

Just kiss me goodnight even if you can’t.

Just tell me everything is going to be okay, even if it's not.

 

Dear future husband, I am thinking of you.

Future husband are you thinking of me too?

Honey, I'm proud of you.

I always felt you were there, I always knew.

I can’t wait for the day I say, “I do.”

Just put a ring on my finger and let me marry you.

Sincerely,

Your future wife

 

Edited October 18, 2023 by SmilingPanda19

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

1 hour ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

It's been a bit and I wrote something earlier today. I actually really like it, I don't really know if its good. I've been worried lately about some stuff and this kind of came out of that somehow. Hope you all enjoy. @Lotus Blossom you wanted to read it so here it is. (Ignore that I'm bad at poetry, it just felt right to make some of it rhyme. It wasn't supposed to be poetry or writing really, truly as it says, a love letter)

(Also I am not dating anyone, this is quite literally a letter to my future love)

Scene 5: Dear Future Husband

  Reveal hidden contents

Dear Future Husband,

Are you thinking of me too?

I look forward to meeting you.

 

Let’s do it the old-fashioned way.

Let’s begin the movie, start the play.

I’ll be your princess; you’ll be my prince charming.

Run through the script, though it may be disarming.

We’ll go from—

 

Texting late at night.

Cuddling and holding me tight.

Laying my head on your shoulder.

Tell me I look young even as I’m getting older.   

Sitting next to you in silence and loving you just being there.

Reading together out in the crisp fall air.

Stealing your clothes to sleep in at night.

Taking care of me when I’m sick so I’ll be alright.

Kissing my head to show me your love.

Being my hope, a gift from above.

 

Tell future me: I’m proud of you, just keeping doing what you love.

Tell my dad: Thank you for teaching me what a gentleman was.

 

Age is a number, cause a real woman doesn’t grow old.

I’m still hot even if sometimes I’m a little cold.

I’m youthful and radiant just like the sun, that’s at least how my dad described my mum.

I’m still sweet and shy even if I’m not calm.

 

I’m still cute in a messy bun.

I’m still lovable when I’m a bit undone.

I’m still gorgeous when I’m a mess.

I’m still beautiful and nothing less.

Just keep on telling me, I know I refuse to believe it's true,

 but with a little help maybe I’ll see the beauty you do.

 

Go be the man from my books.

Entrance me with your looks.

Call me baby and hold me in your arms.

Learn to dance night away and make me swoon with your charm.

Hold my hand and squeeze me tight.

Three squeezes mean I-love-you, that’s right.

My love for you, oh how it’s true.

And hopefully you love me too.

 

I already miss you.

I really do.

Take my name from Miss to Mrs.

Steal my heart and shower me with kisses.

You might not be my first, but you’ll be my last.

Nothing matters, not even the past.

 

Just hold me close, even if you're not.

Just kiss me goodnight even if you can’t.

Just tell me everything is going to be okay, even if it's not.

 

Dear future husband, I am thinking of you.

Future husband are you thinking of me too?

Honey, I'm proud of you.

I always felt you were there, I always knew.

I can’t way for the day I say, “I do.”

Just put a ring on my finger and let me marry you.

Sincerely,

Your future wife

 

Panda you're not bad at poetry! That was quite beautiful and well written!!!

[Edema Rue she/her]

On 10/17/2023 at 4:15 PM, SmilingPanda19 said:

It's been a bit and I wrote something earlier today. I actually really like it, I don't really know if its good. I've been worried lately about some stuff and this kind of came out of that somehow. Hope you all enjoy. @Lotus Blossom you wanted to read it so here it is. (Ignore that I'm bad at poetry, it just felt right to make some of it rhyme. It wasn't supposed to be poetry or writing really, truly as it says, a love letter)

(Also I am not dating anyone, this is quite literally a letter to my future love)

Scene 5: Dear Future Husband

  Reveal hidden contents

Dear Future Husband,

Are you thinking of me too?

I look forward to meeting you.

 

Let’s do it the old-fashioned way.

Let’s begin the movie, start the play.

I’ll be your princess; you’ll be my prince charming.

Run through the script, though it may be disarming.

We’ll go from—

 

Texting late at night.

Cuddling and holding me tight.

Laying my head on your shoulder.

Tell me I look young even as I’m getting older.   

Sitting next to you in silence and loving you just being there.

Reading together out in the crisp fall air.

Stealing your clothes to sleep in at night.

Taking care of me when I’m sick so I’ll be alright.

Kissing my head to show me your love.

Being my hope, a gift from above.

 

Tell future me: I’m proud of you, just keeping doing what you love.

Tell my dad: Thank you for teaching me what a gentleman was.

 

Age is a number, cause a real woman doesn’t grow old.

I’m still hot even if sometimes I’m a little cold.

I’m youthful and radiant just like the sun, that’s at least how my dad described my mum.

I’m still sweet and shy even if I’m not calm.

 

I’m still cute in a messy bun.

I’m still lovable when I’m a bit undone.

I’m still gorgeous when I’m a mess.

I’m still beautiful and nothing less.

Just keep on telling me, I know I refuse to believe it's true,

 but with a little help maybe I’ll see the beauty you do.

 

Go be the man from my books.

Entrance me with your looks.

Call me baby and hold me in your arms.

Learn to dance night away and make me swoon with your charm.

Hold my hand and squeeze me tight.

Three squeezes mean I-love-you, that’s right.

My love for you, oh how it’s true.

And hopefully you love me too.

 

I already miss you.

I really do.

Take my name from Miss to Mrs.

Steal my heart and shower me with kisses.

You might not be my first, but you’ll be my last.

Nothing matters, not even the past.

 

Just hold me close, even if you're not.

Just kiss me goodnight even if you can’t.

Just tell me everything is going to be okay, even if it's not.

 

Dear future husband, I am thinking of you.

Future husband are you thinking of me too?

Honey, I'm proud of you.

I always felt you were there, I always knew.

I can’t wait for the day I say, “I do.”

Just put a ring on my finger and let me marry you.

Sincerely,

Your future wife

 

Panda you storming…

That was beautiful.

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

5 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

I was told to write what I was feeling and so I did… no idea how long this will stay up because it’s pretty personal but… @The Wandering Wizard

I had to put my 15 year old dog down today

Scene 6: Sorry

  Reveal hidden contents

Dear Chip,

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for all those times I forgot to take care of you.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I didn’t always think of you. 

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that you had to live with pain and suffering.

 

But Thank you.

Thank you for checking on me, by pushing your nose through the crack in my door.

Thank you. 

Thank you for playing in the snow, even though you were cold.

Thank you. 

Thank you for taking care of my mom, I know I wasn’t always there for her and you took my place.

 

I’m sorry I have so many thanks to say that I didn’t get to tell you before you passed away.

 

Thank you, for playing hide and seek, you always followed around my mom and we always knew where she hid because you were one step behind.

Thank you, for being the life of all the parties and entertaining the guests. 

Thank you, for sitting in the back with me on car rides, because you didn’t want me to be alone.

Thank you, for joining us every Christmas, running down the stairs.

Thank you, for helping my aunt recover when she lost her dog too.

Thank you, for joining us at pre-bedtime prayers.

Thank you, for snuggling my family they were there, and putting up with my friends when they bugged you over and over.

Thank you, for always remembering me when I didn’t always remember you.

Thank you for placing your paw print on my heart, I don’t know how to explain how much love I have for you.

 

I’m sorry that I didn’t get a long goodbye.

I’m sorry, I was holding my siblings while they cried.

I’m sorry I had to make sure everyone was alright.

I’m sorry I had to make the phone calls and not be by your side.

I’m sorry I couldn’t go with Mom and Dad, I had to watch the little ones and make sure they weren’t sad.

I’m sorry, I wasn’t there to watch you leave, but know that in my heart I was singing a song to you even though we were apart.

 

I already miss you.

It hasn’t even been that long.

I miss you.

I know a lot of people do too.

You really changed my life, you changed the way I think.

You never left our sides no matter what happened, you were always there. 

You loved us till the end.

And I love you too.

I’m still here. 

Thank you for the time you spent, I’m sorry I wasn’t always there.

Love,

Me

 

That is beautifully sad Panda, losing pets always impacts you in extremely profound ways. It made me think about my own dog, and that I should cherish moments while he is still there

Edited October 30, 2023 by Scars of Hathsin

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

9 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

I was told to write what I was feeling and so I did… no idea how long this will stay up because it’s pretty personal but… @The Wandering Wizard

*hugs*

It's a beautiful poem. I can feel the utter loss in it. It hits close to home as one of my cats is very sick and I fear losing her because I have a close bond with her. 

*hugs more*

[TheRavenHasLanded he/him]

1 hour ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

I was told to write what I was feeling and so I did… no idea how long this will stay up because it’s pretty personal but… @The Wandering Wizard

I had to put my 15 year old dog down today

Scene 6: Sorry

  Reveal hidden contents

Dear Chip,

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for all those times I forgot to take care of you.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I didn’t always think of you. 

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that you had to live with pain and suffering.

 

But Thank you.

Thank you for checking on me, by pushing your nose through the crack in my door.

Thank you. 

Thank you for playing in the snow, even though you were cold.

Thank you. 

Thank you for taking care of my mom, I know I wasn’t always there for her and you took my place.

 

I’m sorry I have so many thanks to say that I didn’t get to tell you before you passed away.

 

Thank you, for playing hide and seek, you always followed around my mom and we always knew where she hid because you were one step behind.

Thank you, for being the life of all the parties and entertaining the guests. 

Thank you, for sitting in the back with me on car rides, because you didn’t want me to be alone.

Thank you, for joining us every Christmas, running down the stairs.

Thank you, for helping my aunt recover when she lost her dog too.

Thank you, for joining us at pre-bedtime prayers.

Thank you, for snuggling my family they were there, and putting up with my friends when they bugged you over and over.

Thank you, for always remembering me when I didn’t always remember you.

Thank you for placing your paw print on my heart, I don’t know how to explain how much love I have for you.

 

I’m sorry that I didn’t get a long goodbye.

I’m sorry, I was holding my siblings while they cried.

I’m sorry I had to make sure everyone was alright.

I’m sorry I had to make the phone calls and not be by your side.

I’m sorry I couldn’t go with Mom and Dad, I had to watch the little ones and make sure they weren’t sad.

I’m sorry, I wasn’t there to watch you leave, but know that in my heart I was singing a song to you even though we were apart.

 

I already miss you.

It hasn’t even been that long.

I miss you.

I know a lot of people do too.

You really changed my life, you changed the way I think.

You never left our sides no matter what happened, you were always there. 

You loved us till the end.

And I love you too.

I’m still here. 

Thank you for the time you spent, I’m sorry I wasn’t always there.

Love,

Me

 

we always take for granted our dogs. this was a good reminder... im so sorry.

[Edema Rue she/her]

I'm so incredibly late, but I just read that. I wrote something like that after losing my dog...I'm so sorry.

*hugs*

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

So a wrote a thing. @Robin Sedai you gave me the prompt. I ran with it. Enjoy I guess. 

(Sorry grammar police, you aren’t welcome here)

Scene 6: Just One More Glass

Spoiler

Every man comes to a time in his life where he must wonder where all his life went. 

 

Some men stare into ponds. Some stare into the eyes of loved ones. Others might look and see in a ring. A couple might catch it in the pages of a book. A few could see it in the sparkling stars. Maybe some will see it in their hearts. But the unlucky man who looks and sees is the one staring down at me. 

 

I see a man. One with dull eyes and a sour tongue. A kind of man who has visited me once again, retreating back to me time and time again. A poor man with two cents in his pocket and 10 dollars on the table. 

“Just one glass.” He says. That’s a lie, I could see he was eyeing me from the minute he walked in. 

I’ll get to you one day. I can feel him think as he stares at me and he picks up another glass and takes a drink. Ten minutes go by and he sets down the empty glass and waves his hand for the waiter again. 

“Just one more glass please.” He points his finger up at a glass sitting right next to me. 

The waiter brings him his glass and he sit and drinks and another ten minutes pass. 

The poor man waves for the waiter once again, this time his words sloppy and his ten dollars no longer ten. 

“One more please, if you don’t mind.” He brings his hand up and points for another glass and the waiter gives it to him and another 10 minutes pass. The man drinks and the man drinks hard, but when he looks down at the money he has left, why all of its gone. He has nothing else to give for just another one. 

“Sir, I would like me that drink.” He points his shaky hand up at me. His dull eyes and his sour tongue thirst for me, but what does this man have to offer to trade? No money, no power, and no promises to give.

“It’s on the house.” The waiter grabs me and sets me on his table. Suddenly one day turned into now and he grabs me by my middle, this man didn’t have to give anything for me, no he didn’t. Except the man didn’t know, what the man didn’t ponder, and even the waiter didn’t think to know. That this man was giving something to me, he was giving his soul. With each little gulp he was trading his soul for another sip. 

When he finished the glass and finally looked down at me, all he saw at the bottom was him reflecting off me. His warped face stares back into his eyes, and he can’t help but realize the price he’s paid. He’s given up everything for now and the rest of time all because he fell straight into that little lie. Where has this man's life gone? Not into hard work or a good family or God that can save him, but into a glass that won’t last forever. He put all of him into a glass and this glass eventually gets thrown into the trash. I get melted down and remolded into a new shape, until someone pours more drink into me, and I have to watch someone else say. 

 

Just one more glass. 

 

 

[Experience he/him]

2 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

So a wrote a thing. @Robin Sedai you gave me the prompt. I ran with it. Enjoy I guess. 

(Sorry grammar police, you aren’t welcome here)

Scene 6: Just One More Glass

  Hide contents

 

Every man comes to a time in his life where he must wonder where all his life went. 

 

Some men stare into ponds. Some stare into the eyes of loved ones. Others might look and see in a ring. A couple might catch it in the pages of a book. A few could see it in the sparkling stars. Maybe some will see it in their hearts. But the unlucky man who looks and sees is the one staring down at me. 

 

I see a man. One with dull eyes and a sour tongue. A kind of man who has visited me once again, retreating back to me time and time again. A poor man with two cents in his pocket and 10 dollars on the table. 

“Just one glass.” He says. That’s a lie, I could see he was eyeing me from the minute he walked in. 

I’ll get to you one day. I can feel him think as he stares at me and he picks up another glass and takes a drink. Ten minutes go by and he sets down the empty glass and waves his hand for the waiter again. 

“Just one more glass please.” He points his finger up at a glass sitting right next to me. 

The waiter brings him his glass and he sit and drinks and another ten minutes pass. 

The poor man waves for the waiter once again, this time his words sloppy and his ten dollars no longer ten. 

“One more please, if you don’t mind.” He brings his hand up and points for another glass and the waiter gives it to him and another 10 minutes pass. The man drinks and the man drinks hard, but when he looks down at the money he has left, why all of its gone. He has nothing else to give for just another one. 

“Sir, I would like me that drink.” He points his shaky hand up at me. His dull eyes and his sour tongue thirst for me, but what does this man have to offer to trade? No money, no power, and no promises to give.

“It’s on the house.” The waiter grabs me and sets me on his table. Suddenly one day turned into now and he grabs me by my middle, this man didn’t have to give anything for me, no he didn’t. Except the man didn’t know, what the man didn’t ponder, and even the waiter didn’t think to know. That this man was giving something to me, he was giving his soul. With each little gulp he was trading his soul for another sip. 

When he finished the glass and finally looked down at me, all he saw at the bottom was him reflecting off me. His warped face stares back into his eyes, and he can’t help but realize the price he’s paid. He’s given up everything for now and the rest of time all because he fell straight into that little lie. Where has this man's life gone? Not into hard work or a good family or God that can save him, but into a glass that won’t last forever. He put all of him into a glass and this glass eventually gets thrown into the trash. I get melted down and remolded into a new shape, until someone pours more drink into me, and I have to watch someone else say. 

 

Just one more glass. 

 

 

Panda I connect with that on so many levels, thank you so much for writing and sharing this. 

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

2 minutes ago, Experience said:

Panda I connect with that on so many levels, thank you so much for writing and sharing this. 

You are so welcome! It was definitely speaking of an alcoholic, but I just reread it again and realized myself how applicable this to other things. Just one more day. Just one more page. Just one more grade. Just one more friend. There are a lot of things in my life that I see myself using to try and fulfill me, but those things don’t last forever. 
Sorry, a little talk with the panda. I’m glad you liked it!

[Experience he/him]

Just now, SmilingPanda19 said:

You are so welcome! It was definitely speaking of an alcoholic, but I just reread it again and realized myself how applicable this to other things. Just one more day. Just one more page. Just one more grade. Just one more friend. There are a lot of things in my life that I see myself using to try and fulfill me, but those things don’t last forever. 
Sorry, a little talk with the panda. I’m glad you liked it!

Don't be sorry for it :).

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

Fun fact: The Panda doesn’t usually edit her work before she puts it up here. She frequently writes little stories, but she doesn’t post it unless it has gut, depth, and a true piece of her heart. She doesn’t really care about grammar or corrections. She cares about sharing a piece of who she is and a story she has to tell. 
(Yes I did just refer to myself in the 3rd person, fight me)

[Experience he/him]

1 minute ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Fun fact: The Panda doesn’t usually edit her work before she puts it up here. She frequently writes little stories, but she doesn’t post it unless it has gut, depth, and a true piece of her heart. She doesn’t really care about grammar or corrections. She cares about sharing a piece of who she is and a story she has to tell. 
(Yes I did just refer to myself in the 3rd person, fight me)

For a second I thought someone stole your phone or smth xD

That's probably why it's so relatable.

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

Just now, Experience said:

For a second I thought someone stole your phone or smth xD

That's probably why it's so relatable.

Yeah. I have tons of ‘good writing’ but that doesn’t really matter to me. I want to write something I’m proud to share, proud to say, and proud to be. It’s not something that just qualifies as good, It should qualify as real.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

4 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Fun fact: The Panda doesn’t usually edit her work before she puts it up here. She frequently writes little stories, but she doesn’t post it unless it has gut, depth, and a true piece of her heart. She doesn’t really care about grammar or corrections. She cares about sharing a piece of who she is and a story she has to tell. 
(Yes I did just refer to myself in the 3rd person, fight me)

*hugs instead*

The rough draft captures the idea and soul and rawness best

[Robin Sedai she/her]

19 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

So a wrote a thing. @Robin Sedai you gave me the prompt. I ran with it. Enjoy I guess. 

(Sorry grammar police, you aren’t welcome here)

Scene 6: Just One More Glass

  Reveal hidden contents

 

Every man comes to a time in his life where he must wonder where all his life went. 

 

Some men stare into ponds. Some stare into the eyes of loved ones. Others might look and see in a ring. A couple might catch it in the pages of a book. A few could see it in the sparkling stars. Maybe some will see it in their hearts. But the unlucky man who looks and sees is the one staring down at me. 

 

I see a man. One with dull eyes and a sour tongue. A kind of man who has visited me once again, retreating back to me time and time again. A poor man with two cents in his pocket and 10 dollars on the table. 

“Just one glass.” He says. That’s a lie, I could see he was eyeing me from the minute he walked in. 

I’ll get to you one day. I can feel him think as he stares at me and he picks up another glass and takes a drink. Ten minutes go by and he sets down the empty glass and waves his hand for the waiter again. 

“Just one more glass please.” He points his finger up at a glass sitting right next to me. 

The waiter brings him his glass and he sit and drinks and another ten minutes pass. 

The poor man waves for the waiter once again, this time his words sloppy and his ten dollars no longer ten. 

“One more please, if you don’t mind.” He brings his hand up and points for another glass and the waiter gives it to him and another 10 minutes pass. The man drinks and the man drinks hard, but when he looks down at the money he has left, why all of its gone. He has nothing else to give for just another one. 

“Sir, I would like me that drink.” He points his shaky hand up at me. His dull eyes and his sour tongue thirst for me, but what does this man have to offer to trade? No money, no power, and no promises to give.

“It’s on the house.” The waiter grabs me and sets me on his table. Suddenly one day turned into now and he grabs me by my middle, this man didn’t have to give anything for me, no he didn’t. Except the man didn’t know, what the man didn’t ponder, and even the waiter didn’t think to know. That this man was giving something to me, he was giving his soul. With each little gulp he was trading his soul for another sip. 

When he finished the glass and finally looked down at me, all he saw at the bottom was him reflecting off me. His warped face stares back into his eyes, and he can’t help but realize the price he’s paid. He’s given up everything for now and the rest of time all because he fell straight into that little lie. Where has this man's life gone? Not into hard work or a good family or God that can save him, but into a glass that won’t last forever. He put all of him into a glass and this glass eventually gets thrown into the trash. I get melted down and remolded into a new shape, until someone pours more drink into me, and I have to watch someone else say. 

 

Just one more glass. 

 

 

WOW. That honestly made me a bit emotional. It's an honour to have my prompt made into something amazing like that. I love that it's written from the glass's POV as well, really neat and gives it a unique feeling.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

32 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

So a wrote a thing. @Robin Sedai you gave me the prompt. I ran with it. Enjoy I guess. 

(Sorry grammar police, you aren’t welcome here)

Scene 6: Just One More Glass

  Reveal hidden contents

 

Every man comes to a time in his life where he must wonder where all his life went. 

 

Some men stare into ponds. Some stare into the eyes of loved ones. Others might look and see in a ring. A couple might catch it in the pages of a book. A few could see it in the sparkling stars. Maybe some will see it in their hearts. But the unlucky man who looks and sees is the one staring down at me. 

 

I see a man. One with dull eyes and a sour tongue. A kind of man who has visited me once again, retreating back to me time and time again. A poor man with two cents in his pocket and 10 dollars on the table. 

“Just one glass.” He says. That’s a lie, I could see he was eyeing me from the minute he walked in. 

I’ll get to you one day. I can feel him think as he stares at me and he picks up another glass and takes a drink. Ten minutes go by and he sets down the empty glass and waves his hand for the waiter again. 

“Just one more glass please.” He points his finger up at a glass sitting right next to me. 

The waiter brings him his glass and he sit and drinks and another ten minutes pass. 

The poor man waves for the waiter once again, this time his words sloppy and his ten dollars no longer ten. 

“One more please, if you don’t mind.” He brings his hand up and points for another glass and the waiter gives it to him and another 10 minutes pass. The man drinks and the man drinks hard, but when he looks down at the money he has left, why all of its gone. He has nothing else to give for just another one. 

“Sir, I would like me that drink.” He points his shaky hand up at me. His dull eyes and his sour tongue thirst for me, but what does this man have to offer to trade? No money, no power, and no promises to give.

“It’s on the house.” The waiter grabs me and sets me on his table. Suddenly one day turned into now and he grabs me by my middle, this man didn’t have to give anything for me, no he didn’t. Except the man didn’t know, what the man didn’t ponder, and even the waiter didn’t think to know. That this man was giving something to me, he was giving his soul. With each little gulp he was trading his soul for another sip. 

When he finished the glass and finally looked down at me, all he saw at the bottom was him reflecting off me. His warped face stares back into his eyes, and he can’t help but realize the price he’s paid. He’s given up everything for now and the rest of time all because he fell straight into that little lie. Where has this man's life gone? Not into hard work or a good family or God that can save him, but into a glass that won’t last forever. He put all of him into a glass and this glass eventually gets thrown into the trash. I get melted down and remolded into a new shape, until someone pours more drink into me, and I have to watch someone else say. 

 

Just one more glass. 

 

 

That is...

Wow.

Just wow.

Panda, that is...

I don't know how to say what I feel about it. I just know that I feel it deep in me that I know how that is like. I love it, Panda. I love it soooooo much.

I do admit, however, that I thought the character in question was a human until I got to the end and had to reread it to actually know what it was about.

[Edema Rue she/her]

I can’t say anything that hasn’t already been said, just that I’m here, and I read it, and…storms Panda, that was art.

Edited November 2, 2023 by Edema Rue

[TheRavenHasLanded he/him]

16 hours ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

So a wrote a thing. @Robin Sedai you gave me the prompt. I ran with it. Enjoy I guess. 

(Sorry grammar police, you aren’t welcome here)

Scene 6: Just One More Glass

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Every man comes to a time in his life where he must wonder where all his life went. 

 

Some men stare into ponds. Some stare into the eyes of loved ones. Others might look and see in a ring. A couple might catch it in the pages of a book. A few could see it in the sparkling stars. Maybe some will see it in their hearts. But the unlucky man who looks and sees is the one staring down at me. 

 

I see a man. One with dull eyes and a sour tongue. A kind of man who has visited me once again, retreating back to me time and time again. A poor man with two cents in his pocket and 10 dollars on the table. 

“Just one glass.” He says. That’s a lie, I could see he was eyeing me from the minute he walked in. 

I’ll get to you one day. I can feel him think as he stares at me and he picks up another glass and takes a drink. Ten minutes go by and he sets down the empty glass and waves his hand for the waiter again. 

“Just one more glass please.” He points his finger up at a glass sitting right next to me. 

The waiter brings him his glass and he sit and drinks and another ten minutes pass. 

The poor man waves for the waiter once again, this time his words sloppy and his ten dollars no longer ten. 

“One more please, if you don’t mind.” He brings his hand up and points for another glass and the waiter gives it to him and another 10 minutes pass. The man drinks and the man drinks hard, but when he looks down at the money he has left, why all of its gone. He has nothing else to give for just another one. 

“Sir, I would like me that drink.” He points his shaky hand up at me. His dull eyes and his sour tongue thirst for me, but what does this man have to offer to trade? No money, no power, and no promises to give.

“It’s on the house.” The waiter grabs me and sets me on his table. Suddenly one day turned into now and he grabs me by my middle, this man didn’t have to give anything for me, no he didn’t. Except the man didn’t know, what the man didn’t ponder, and even the waiter didn’t think to know. That this man was giving something to me, he was giving his soul. With each little gulp he was trading his soul for another sip. 

When he finished the glass and finally looked down at me, all he saw at the bottom was him reflecting off me. His warped face stares back into his eyes, and he can’t help but realize the price he’s paid. He’s given up everything for now and the rest of time all because he fell straight into that little lie. Where has this man's life gone? Not into hard work or a good family or God that can save him, but into a glass that won’t last forever. He put all of him into a glass and this glass eventually gets thrown into the trash. I get melted down and remolded into a new shape, until someone pours more drink into me, and I have to watch someone else say. 

 

Just one more glass. 

 

 

do you know how many times ive said this sentiment to myself? this is painful, man. i love it. no more glasses for me, if i can help it. (i dont drink, its something else)

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

Wrote this because I got the idea last night, but I didn’t have time so I took a shower today to bring the idea back. I dunno if it worked.

I know @The Wandering Wizard and @shortcake like poetry so tell me how I did… I dunno. And if you know anyone else who likes this kind of stuff umm… tag them??? Whatever 

Scene 7: 24

Spoiler

16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

If I could freeze a moment I’d choose now 

Family dinners, night time walks, reminders that you are mine 

Tv watching, late night talks, raising crazy kids 

Kissing me on my lips, I don’t know how it’s sweet every time

 

May not be our wedding day or our children births 

It might not be special to everyone else 

But it’s moments like these that bring me down to earth 

An everyday kind of day has worth to me 

 

I roll over right next to you, my sweetheart

I squeeze your hand, you hold me tight, and whisper your prayers 

I have all I’d ever want and need right here 

You remind me ordinary days are fine as there’s: 

 

16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

 

(Thanks for reading by the way, it means a lot to me)

 

 

Edited November 5, 2023 by SmilingPanda19

[Edema Rue she/her]

43 minutes ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Wrote this because I got the idea last night, but I didn’t have time so I took a shower today to bring the idea back. I dunno if it worked.

I know @The Wandering Wizard and @shortcake like poetry so tell me how I did… I dunno. And if you know anyone else who likes this kind of stuff umm… tag them??? Whatever 

Scene 7: 24

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16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

If I could freeze a moment I’d choose now 

Family dinners, night time walks, reminders that you are mine 

Tv watching, late night talks, raising crazy kids 

Kissing me on my lips, I don’t know how it’s sweet every time

 

May not be our wedding day or our children births 

It might not be special to everyone else 

But it’s moments like these that bring me down to earth 

An everyday kind of day has worth to me 

 

I roll over right next to you, my sweetheart

I squeeze your hand, you hold me tight, and whisper your prayers 

I have all I’d ever want and need right here 

You remind me ordinary days are fine as there’s: 

 

16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

 

(Thanks for reading by the way, it means a lot to me)

 

 

HI

I LIKE POETRY

AND I LIKE YOUR WRITING

That was really really sweet…sometimes the ordinary days really are the best ones.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

1 hour ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Wrote this because I got the idea last night, but I didn’t have time so I took a shower today to bring the idea back. I dunno if it worked.

I know @The Wandering Wizard and @shortcake like poetry so tell me how I did… I dunno. And if you know anyone else who likes this kind of stuff umm… tag them??? Whatever 

Scene 7: 24

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16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

If I could freeze a moment I’d choose now 

Family dinners, night time walks, reminders that you are mine 

Tv watching, late night talks, raising crazy kids 

Kissing me on my lips, I don’t know how it’s sweet every time

 

May not be our wedding day or our children births 

It might not be special to everyone else 

But it’s moments like these that bring me down to earth 

An everyday kind of day has worth to me 

 

I roll over right next to you, my sweetheart

I squeeze your hand, you hold me tight, and whisper your prayers 

I have all I’d ever want and need right here 

You remind me ordinary days are fine as there’s: 

 

16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

 

(Thanks for reading by the way, it means a lot to me)

 

 

That was very very sweet and beautiful

And also how I imagine it in my head O.o  

[shortcake thr/eat]

1 hour ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

Wrote this because I got the idea last night, but I didn’t have time so I took a shower today to bring the idea back. I dunno if it worked.

I know @The Wandering Wizard and @shortcake like poetry so tell me how I did… I dunno. And if you know anyone else who likes this kind of stuff umm… tag them??? Whatever 

Scene 7: 24

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16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

If I could freeze a moment I’d choose now 

Family dinners, night time walks, reminders that you are mine 

Tv watching, late night talks, raising crazy kids 

Kissing me on my lips, I don’t know how it’s sweet every time

 

May not be our wedding day or our children births 

It might not be special to everyone else 

But it’s moments like these that bring me down to earth 

An everyday kind of day has worth to me 

 

I roll over right next to you, my sweetheart

I squeeze your hand, you hold me tight, and whisper your prayers 

I have all I’d ever want and need right here 

You remind me ordinary days are fine as there’s: 

 

16 hours awake. 

8 more sleeping next to you. 

24 ain’t a lot 

but it will have to do. 

 

 

(Thanks for reading by the way, it means a lot to me)

 

 

alksnkldasnx i love thisssssssssssssss

panda you can word and its amazing i love how you word!!! <333 :0

i love how you brought everything back by using the phrase at the beginning <33

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

Scene 8: Burn

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That burning feeling

The fire ignites 

The spark forming a flame

Anger.

So many things

So many things can cause such anger

Break the doors

Light a fire

Tear yourself apart

Fury.

Those grudges

They catch up

We’ve been far too nice

We ignore

We forgive

We forget

And then the pot stirs

The water boils

The anger brews

Until you feel the pressure 

Temperature rising

I can see it in my eyes 

When I look in the mirror

Who is this?

Who has taken me over?

Not a man

But a monster

So easily angered 

So easily brought out

And over what?

A joy I shouldn’t feel

A happiness that’s so wrong

If the world were to burn

Would I quench the fire 

Or add gasoline?

That I am not sure

Screaming halves

One protects,

Saves,

And defends those she loves

But an eerie tune plays in my ear

A whisper

A beat

A rhythm 

Buried within my heartbeat

Some vein wishes to rebel

‘They deserve this’

How could they?

‘They’ve hurt you’

But they don’t deserve this

‘They must pay’

Pay?

‘For their sins against you’

Deep down a small whisper

A small whisper 

Wishes for them all to burn

To suffer

For how much they’ve made me suffer 

I’d give myself to save them all

I’d give everything for them

But a small piece of me 

Wishes…

Somebody would be hurt for me

And truly understand 

What it’s like to suffer

Because anger is hard to shove down

Rage is hard to bottle 

And it should not be I who has to suffer 

For you

Don’t worry friends! Im okay! Just getting some emotions out since I have a lot of time to write. Hopefully most of you understand this feeling, it’d be a blessing to have never experienced it. Maybe it’s just an anger issues thing. *shrug*

[SmilingPanda19 Hi/Ho]

Scene 9: Shades

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Every kind of person is beautiful
I swear its true
If you don't see it now
Let me show it to you
Some people have brown eyes
Some have blue
Some people have green
But what has that got to do with the persons beauty?
Some people like one color over the other
I think all should value one another
Cause brown's the color of dirt
and blues the color of rain
And greens the color of grass
They all need each other just same
The dirt would have nothing to grow if it wasn't for the grass
The grass would have nothing to drink if it wasn't for the rain
The rain would have nothing to fill if it wasn't for the dirt
The color that they are makes no difference to how they impact the world around them
They're just as beautiful as each other just in different shades
So why do we judge people the same?
When the real beauty lies in the difference that they make

I just felt called to write this. I think these people will like this.

@Through The Living Glass @Anguished_One @Edema Rue @J. Magi @The Wandering Wizard @Spark of Hope @TheRavenHasLanded @The Bookwyrm @shortcake @Lotus Blossom @Kajsa

Edited May 29 by SmilingPanda19
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