The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 3, 2022

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!

I went deep into my darkside for this one.

imagr from Pixabay


Why am I so angry why am I so low
You’re driving me to distraction, why? I do not know.
Always putting everyone else first, but not me.
Always pardoning others for reasons I can’t see.
If I try to tell you to let them take their turns
You round on me and give that look that burns.
I’m sick of being wrong, having to zip my mouth.
Why not put me first, why?



King and Queen of America?

If Harry and Meghan left the Royal family to escape the press and media why are they courting it in America. Why not decide what they want? Royalty and Privileged and press and media interest or a quiet life and perhaps using some of their millions to do good.

They can’t have their cake and eat it too.

That all I have to say on the matter.

One-Liner Wednesday – Why?

© willowdot21

Why do people hang full dog pooh bags on trees and bushes?

Every day I as I walk Ruby, no matter what where we go we all always see this strange decoration on trees and bushes. My question is why?

This unsavoury post was bought to you care of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Badge by Laura

42 Day Fifteen, Why.

Jane Dougherty has come up with a theme for May . It is 42, now Jane describes it thus: “42 after Douglas Adams’ answer to the question of life, the universe and everything. The form is like the Cherita in its structure with a bit of added interest. The first line/stanza asks a question or makes a statement that begs a question, the second stanza/two lines sets the scene or the background, the last stanza/three lines answers the question or resolves it in some way.

Why must we grow up

Our innocence to loose

As our paths we choose

All good things come to an end

Childhood is but temporary my friend.

It is a bitter cup.


Why is it so deep, I cannot see the bottom, why so needy that it wants my soul to keep. Why so painful, so bloody red a hungry cavernous gaping hole it hates me it wants me dead.

Like a cancer it creeps over me, sucking the life out of me draining, leeching, knifing me never never to set me free.Pulling me dragging me over the glass kicking me spitting at me all this will never pass.

Blocking the sun,letting in the rain encouraging the lightening to strike me again and again!Making me bleed, pulling my teeth starving me, denying me water  or rest as I crave relief. Why, why can’t I escape why can’t I just hit the sky and fly.

There is nothing left of me, confusion has laid it’s claim, it is eating my body, soul and my brain. Here I go into that hole, that dark abyss spinning, spinning falling,falling arh! at long last death’s kiss. Why is it so deep, I cannot see the bottom, why so needy that it wants my soul to keep.Why Why must I weep.

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