Wordplay Thursday #190

Welcome to Wordplay Thursday!

Today, we’re going to try something for your writing prompt called “First Line Borrowing.”

Take the first line of a pre-existing song (one off the radio or an album) and see where it takes you! Write some lines, or just brainstorm song ideas that could go with that line.

Here’s a line to get you started. Feel free to use it to start off YOUR song, then go back and change the original line up a little bit. After all, other people will be using this one, too!

“It was just a note, a piece of paper by the door…”

I’d love to hear what you come up with, so please share in the comments. Oh, and please keep your posts below an R-rating. It’s a family show, after all!

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God Bless and Enjoy the Journey,


8 thoughts on “Wordplay Thursday #190”

  1. It was just a note, a piece of paper by the door
    No it didn’t say I don’t love you anymore
    There in red ink the words wash the dishes and sweep the floor before your butt walks out this door

  2. -It was just a note, a piece of paper by the door.
    -Like a thin layer of cut skin, from the quick slash of paper’s sword.
    -It was painful to look at, with sharp aches deeper than the sore.
    -To cover it only hides the hurt, and my angry hunger wants it torn.
    -Flapping in the breeze it’s unbelievable, a feeble statement without a solid core.
    -I look away to hide a tear, ’cause the sweet, lingering smell and holy visions I adore.
    -A nervous hand with shaky hope grips the knob, to even up the score.
    -The lock rattles with laughing clicks and clacks. The paper reads, “Doughnuts sold out this morn.”

  3. It was just a note, a piece of paper by the door
    Like a river flows and keeps on crawling to this walls
    As my heavy heart sails from the shore
    It keeps me warm, the way it goes

  4. it was just a note, apiece of paper by the door
    It didn’t say I love you, didn’t say anymore
    it didn’t say i’m leavin, didn’t have to, i’m sure
    and there anit no need to mention,
    I’ve seen this note before.

    Like the time you went to Mama’s
    or the time to the Jersey shore
    or the time you left with Elvis
    and they’ve been many more.
    I’m so tired of reading, I don’t read them anymore.

    So, go on, make it happen.
    I’m gonna look out that open door
    see the world around me
    and one thing you can be sure
    I aint gonna read no letters
    left lying on some bedroom floor.

  5. Gone

    A scrap of paper, neatly folded by the door
    A few lines to me, old fights and nothing more
    She’ll be back again, and I’ll say sorry then
    I’ll hold her in my arms just like before

    She was gone
    Gone with the wind, tired of fightin, tired of men
    But thinks back to the way we use to be
    I’m gone for her,
    and she’s,
    still gone for me

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