Defenestration

the act of throwing someone out a window

because honestly

there are some people that could really use a good shove

to knock some sense into them

and if there happens to be a window nearby?

well,

what a fortunate stroke of luck.

Evokes disgust in some;

giggles in another.

The consequence of a spillt drink;

the prize of the cake.

The studs in the walls fear her;

the grass in the field waits

earnestly for the proof of

her quality.

A smooth surface she complicates for the feet;

the towel of her disposition

holds the bowl in place.

Weaponized against the barber;

life-giving for the Berber in

Gibraltar.

Her mouth-feel when spoken is

slippery and sensual;

perfect for reviving an aged conversation.

The furrowed brow of the captured spy

resents her tell;

her touch on the skin is proof of our living.

Moist, hated by the soldier in the Ardennes trench;

loved by him stationed in the Arabian days.

“This home is broken”

“She’s a broken girl”

“A broken boy can laugh like it’s the end of the world”

“Broken people are strong, at least that’s what they say”

“Broken is beautiful, then I’ll take ugly thanks”

“Please help my heart it’s broken and I can’t put it back”

My favorite word is broken because broken’s all I have.

A, an, the, he, she, it, I, you, they, we. Pronouns and articles. I use them all the time, and they are some of my favourite words.

To borrow a few words from Albus Dumbledore:

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Who else remembers these? :)

My Favorite word, oh let me think, nah, why am I wasting my time? I clearly know that it is "Sucks". Yah you read it right. Everything in my life just sucks. My crush likes my best friend and the same best friend likes ,in fact not just likes, she stalks my jerk brother. Well my brother just gets annoyed seeing her face and wanna get rid of her. And all three of them want me to help them. Woo-hoo. And the cherry on the cake is that my mom has set me up at a blind date with her colleague's nerd son who can only talk about experiments of chemistry and his bitchy sister just openly hates me because she thinks that I am dating my crush, well her crush also. Ah! So right now I am standing in a tight fitted dark purple dress( it's so tight that it seems I am having trouble with breathing) at the door of a fancy restaurant where my date is anxiously waiting to fill my humble brain with chemistry (subject jerks).I can't back off or my mom will chew me. A hellious hour awaits

Good and bad are curious bedfellows both, encouraging us to live half a life. Instead be apt.

Apt is best, for what is apt changes like the rolling of breath, the trickling of sound, over my teeth and out my chest.

In the world of playgrounds, apt is to punch and swear with rude vitality.

In the world of funerals, apt is to huddle and muse with solemn deference.

In the world of dates, apt is to entertain and connect with cheeky vigour.

In the world of commutes, apt is to sit and read with contained constraint.

Apt is the guidance of moral divinity.

Apt, in three symbols, is semantic infinity.

Apt, you empower the well-read masses.

Apt, you rule over social media classes.

Wrapt in apt you’ll feel no fear

Of any fact of life or love

When Apt can be your peer.

If I had to go back through all my writing, I probably don’t have a favorite word. But my themes are often of depression and rehab.

But in college, the word “enchanted” meant a lot to me. I was introduced to a song that featured that word, and I listened to it in the car on my headphones, dreaming of a man who would sweep me off my feet. Like in the song, enchanted remained my main emotion towards men who didn’t like me back.

But maybe now my favorite word is: sad.

Or just: depressed.

Something less wishful, whimsical.