A ripped page from boy’s diary

A ripped page from boy’s diary

A ripped page from boy’s diary

Dear diary

Hi my self in the future again. I hope you still kept this page.
Or else you who reading this got it some how.
That mean don’t find me.
Cause I’m gone.
Today was a wild night for me and my best friend.
Yeah he is that one popular kid in high school.
Tall athlete with curly long brunette hair bright blue eyes.
I am his friend of course tall and athlete that why we’re friend.
Dark black short hair and hazel eyes.
We’re in football team.
Not sure why I’m not popular among girls like him.
I’m not mad just jealous.
Came the night.
After party at one of our class mate house.
We were at this room just two of us.
Sat close together on the bed.
He turned his head and looked at me.
Told me he like me.
That moment clarified my jealous at him.
I realized I was not jealous because he’s more popular.
All of my cell in the body tried to get close to him.
I wanted to kiss that lips that all I ever wanted all along.
And we kissed for how long? I’m not capable of to known.
This is all I ever wanted with him.
He’s my friend my best friend.
I’m attracted by him.
I desired his body. I love him.

Then the sound from his lips came out.
“I’m testing you”

 

 

— Troy E. Dante

 

daily prompt : test

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Where raucous noise bring a boy to ‘9th leaf

Where raucous noise bring a boy to ‘9th leaf

Where raucous noise bring a boy to.

Under an alien horse mango tree on windy day.

Tooph!

thump thump thump Sneaker stamp on the ground.

“Got it” said a boy

Tooph!

thump thump thump Sneaker stamp on the ground.

“I got it” said a boy again and next time and again.

“Every one of them” proudly said a boy.

He’s winning. He’s the best thought a boy.

You gotta go fast and strong learnt a boy.

“Brings this to them” come raucous noise

“That’s half of mine” said angrily a boy

Grab the basket full of mangoes, his mangoes. taken action a boy

thump thump thump Sneaker stamp on the ground.

“Here you are” said a boy

“Thank you” said a girl

Smiley face from her, his competitor.

That’s the moment a boy knows.

Where exactly his grandma words brings him.

 

 

Troy E. Dante — Tree of life

Kind Smile And Welcoming

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— Troy E. Dante

daily prompt : facade

Agree or Disagree

prompt-disagree

 

— Troy E. Dante

daily prompt : disagree

Used to live here

Used to live here

Used to live here

Hey! Oleksander grab this cabbages and wash it. Alright mom. And Nataliya don’t look at the TV all day come here. Help me cook the supper tonight we have borsch with bread. Your father favorite. But we don’t have potatoes left. Where’s Bimka he should be coming back by this time huh? Look like some one else feeding him again. Danilo go pick up some potatoes back yard and quickly don’t flirting with neighbor’s daughter again understand? Haha no way! We will be starving waiting for his tomatoes. Vasylna we are all a little bit busy don’t you think? Me too. Mom.  I’m looking after Yevheniy. Don’t let him cry isn’t that what you want?

So much work to do for tonight dinner.
Noisy with an old woman scream at her child.
The boys, the girls laughing and playing while helping the work.
This house always like this chaos noisy but full of life and smile.
Big and cozy family the great dinner awaiting.

Boiling pot, cabbage pedaled, tomatoes rolling on the ground, the door wild open Everything left unfinished.

 

 

— Troy E. Dante

 

daily prompt : unfinished

Her plan for us ‘8th leaf

Her plan for us ‘8th leaf

Her plan for us

Darkness touched. I see no thing. I feel my skin being crunch. I hear my self drowning. I can not breathe but alive. I’m here. My mother brings me here. I won’t remember but I realize. Now I’m a grow man. A father of four. Mother giving us this land. Her land. Her prosperity. We dwell on it. I see. We all see. My mother is dying. My father is crying. Boots on the ground. We’re on a go. Things packed and weather cold. Father says no. You all go I’ll take care. Line through the land. Tear straight down. Never look back. Hopefully mother give us new ground. I’m not begging but I am looking. Day by day. Night by night. Wearying. A testament, written on our bodies. My sweet heart. My child. I’ll make Her yield to us. Carry on our way. Don’t you worry. She has a plan for you. Dwellers, that’s a blue sky.

 

 

Troy E. Dante — Tree of life

Chocolate box on Christmas night

Chocolate box on Christmas night

Chocolate box on Christmas night

“Love is like one of that chocolate box on Christmas night”
You don’t exactly know what’s inside of it.
Who give it to you.
But you know it will be so sweet.
You eyes sparkling hot.
You heart is banging.
And you can’t resist to open it.

 

 

—Troy E. Dante

 

daily prompt : Dilemma