Do I get a star?
Discipline is what is required to receive a Masters of Creative writing.
To be perfectly honest when I am told to do something- I just want to be a bit of a rebel.
Shout out a mega –No!
My spirit kicking and fighting.
Word of the day.
Absurd to think I don’t even know if I have started to go grey.
A neutral medlem of society.
forget the bloods and the crips -it is we who are the true calamity.
Word of the day.
Can I just willy Neigh Neigh?
September is coming.
Or as they say in Games of Thrones –
Winter is coming!
It is on this isle.
I must write every day – stretch my brain – like- candyfloss.
Chewing on thoughts, words to use,to make this an epic – poetic -nonacademic, empty sweet wrapper to toss,
In the bin.
Environmental awareness is ever so hip and positively in.
For how long, though -we are a fickle lot?
Where to place this word in my head?
Scooby doo comes to mind,
Blonde dude and who was that other one?
He had a hell of a time conquering his phobia – which turned out to be his career – catching the rising dead?
I’ve heard of challenging yourself but what’s his name -seriously needs a new career counsellor – open up a burger joint or smoke one.
Daisy doesn’t condone drugs, in fact, I am the only person I know that can’t smoke the herb due to the whiff of paranoia that is unleashed from my sensors –
I become that buxom lass who lost a few buttons on her blouse and finds herself – ahem unsexily undone.
I can assure you – it is no fun.
Books, so many books to read………
If only I could inhale books as much as I can inhale food like mead?
Well, drink, eat, whatever- you get my drift……
Oooh, that was spooky.
Did you feel that ice plummeting temperature drop?
It left with the drift.
on its way out,
I think it whispered boozy I mean breezy .
Did it just call me a floosie?
do not want to make me show you my dimples.
I’m being frivolously silly, I do sincerely know it.
I’m having a ball!
In an earthy, grounded way of course. Go get into my extra, bespoke, vintage flow kit.
I want to live in a world where everything is just, Darling!
Okay – this is getting ridiculous.
I’m sure by now -you are pulling out possible grey hairs,
rolling your eyes,
spitting out ‘time waster’, snarling.
Okay, folks, I will put you out of your misery –
I recalled the name of that last bumbling, ghost hunter gang banger – my mind is no longer scuzzy.
Are you ready?
His name was Thrummy.
Why are you laughing?
I know my characters!
Shaggy was the one who did all that banging on the bathroom room floor – butt naked I might add.
I say let it be.
It sure as hell wasn’t me.
I wrote something. I come bearing gifts…..
YAY! THANKS ALL! 😀
Posted on 2016-08-24, in poetry and tagged Creativity, creativity and mental wellbeing, Experimental Poetry, motivation, POETRY, self expression, support, word of the day, Writing challenges. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.