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 Aug 24, 2016, in CREATIVE WRITING CORNER, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Life, poems, POETRY, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts, word of the day. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.