You’re set to play poker (or Scrabble or something else . . .) with a group of four. Write a story set during this game. Or, describe the ideal match: the players, the relationships — and the hidden rivalries.


We sit around the round table,

Which gives you the illusion that

We are equal, while I know the truth:

I’m so much superior.


One of you shuffle the cards

And deal it with amateur hands

I watch you peek at your cards expectantly

And laugh when I think how easily

I will win this game. 


We play, you place your cards eagerly

I watch the innocence in your eyes,

And feel a sickening pity for you

Because you still believe in fair play.


My face is expressionless when my turn comes\

You look into my eyes and trust implicitly, 

Never realizing that I will always play you,

That I’ll bluff once again. and once again,

I’ll win.




Tell us about the harshest, most difficult to hear — but accurate — criticism you’e ever gotten. Does it still apply?


Words are so absolutely fatal

They hurt you with a pain that

Starts from your stomach and

Spreads throughout your body

Until it hurts to move, it hurts to breathe.


Tears are a feeble defense against words

They fall silently, accepting the truth words say

Yet begging the words to stop talking

Tears are treacherous, they validate truth

They let words know they have triumphed.


“Selfish, selfish”, words taunt me, 

And my tears flow to accept it.

My eyes turn everywhere, wildly

Searching for the comfort of a lie

But words sealed my pain inside me.


“Selfish, selfish”, I hear the whisper sometimes

In the most innocently deceptive places

I have learned to control those treacherous tears

But the pain in my stomach persists,

And it still hurts to move, it hurts to breathe.



Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.


You look at me, 

And I remember

A dream which recurred;

Me running away, chased

By shadows of people.


You look at me, 

The waters rise

I cannot breathe 

As my lung screams

For what it took for granted.


You look at me,

The room shrinks

My body is paralyzed

The walls which comforted

Now form my cage.


You look at me,

And I see how I’ve died

For you that day, now forever.

The death in your eyes terrify me,

I know I can never live for you, again.

They Say Bad Things Happen for a Reason

They say bad things happen for a reason

That pain can be the best the best teacher

Mistakes made means a lesson learned

Grief builds a stronger person.


Maybe I don’t want to be wiser

Turning my past into lessons for tomorrow

And naming all that I’ve lost “experience”

What if the pain I feel isn’t just a harsh lesson

But the reason I never want to wake up?


Maybe my mistakes are more than lessons

They remind me every day what I regret

“Learning” won’t justify the pain I’ve caused

Merciless mistakes, never can they be altered.


How can they say everything happens for a reason

I doubt the rationale behind this unceasing hurt

Wonder what explanation can fix this hole in my heart

When my head cannot reason because of my soul’s cries.


They say that bad things happen for a reason

What if I don’t want to know the answers?

Preferring to live stupidly in a world without pain

Where I don’t have to think to find happiness.


Clumsy klutzy stupid me

Biting on an ulcer

Dancing in the bathroom

Hitting my head against a wall

Balancing hot tea between my legs

Climbing a wall wearing a dress

Running through moss covered floors

Picking up glass pieces barefoot

Walking straight into a stranger.


Naive gullible stupid me

Smiling at a random guy

Getting lost in a shady street

Refusing to ask directions for hours

Waving at a stranger and realizing it too late

Not counting the change the shopkeeper gave


Hasty unthinking stupid me

Blurting out words without thinking

Making up lies to cover another lie

Bottling up my feelings until I explode

Refusing help, never saying no

Crying when everyone goes to sleep


Mistakes mistakes mistakes.

Resenting them, trying to avoid them

Seemed to make them multiply

And leave me looking like an utter fool.

Hating myself, hating others

Trying to be perfect 

Ending up a mess


Until I decided

To live with my mistakes

To be clumsy, naive, stupid

To let mistakes shape me

Into who I will be