Only responsible people who can engage in conversation with respect, perspective and sanity need apply.
E and I are poor confused letters, Don't know which order to go for the better. One will jump left, the other jump right, Still can't get the right way, try as they might.
Is it how it turned out. Is it how you envisioned. Instead of attracting lions you attracted hyenas. Very little high-brow. More like cro-mag. It's all trailer-trash darling, as subtle as a brick.
Three little owls sat together in a tree, They looked between one, the other and thee. To, too and two they all said, Through the night while turning their heads.
Next door to three brothers, Live two beautiful little girls. They like to dance and play outside, Do cartwheels, spins and twirls. Their names are Your and You're, Their names both sound the same.
Here are three brothers, And all are strapping boys. Each are given a strong purpose, And this poem will show their joys. Some people call them homophones, Now isn't that a silly name.
This show-of angers and depresses me like no other. If I wanted to hear constant whining and bitching, I'd spend the day at my Mother's. Shut your fat mouth.
Far too busy and I miss writing these bits. Why don't I have the time to make up these hits. I need to relax and chill, find a release. Write something nonsense, my poor brain to appease.
Train and taxi ride to London to meet with my PB. We go for breakfast when I get there. PB: Did your phone just meow. Me: ...Maybe..
Negotiating screenplay, a hazardous task, Director wants to cover my work with a mask. Decorate with bows, ribbons and sashes, Make it more palatable for the masses.
The more I see, hear, or read of people, the more I think I abhor the human race.
Oh to be Twenty again, Young and carefree. No bills to be paid. No worries to have. Every day a hazy enjoyment. All my earnings my own. Daytimes working. Nighttimes with friends. Parties and alcohol.
To be good, to be famed I'm told that's all that counts. I strive and toil but it's Not good enough for your wants. Do it yourself. Leave me alone. I'm just so damn tired.
There's a woman who gets on my bus in the morning with two kids in tow. It's a long journey and the children are loud, young, argumentative and boisterous.
(Part fiction. Part not.) How do you define what a hero is. Is it a measure of power, skill or prowess, or is it character.
I'm finding that I'm fearing (or is that really hating?) work. Friday night and Saturday is fine. I can leave the office with the thought that I'll deal with it 'next week'.
Battery dead. iPhone a pretty paperweight..
Little Man sits at home in front of the computer. He hasn't got dressed today and doesn't see a point. He's unfit, unloved, and despises his own ugly reflection. Where he lives is dreary and so grey.
Apparently, I've "gone viral." Sick again. #sixwordstory.
Some people need a reality check. #sixwordsonly.
Be alert. Your country needs lerts. #sixwordsonly.
Don't confuse naïvety with stupidity. Those who are naïve will soon learn; those who are stupid will ignore the opportunity..
A wise old owl sat in an oak. The more he heard the less he spoke. The less he spoke the more he heard. Now was not he a wise old bird?.
Everyone has a story to tell. #sixwordsonly.
For each a road For everyman a religion Forget everything and remember For everything a reason ~Ian Brown.
He digs like he is trying to reach buried treasure; leaning into his task and head down in focused concentration. Nothing will sway him until he is satisfied.
The art of a six word story - or for that matter, any story - is knowing the words you don't have to write.
Laptop broken. Spouse's head bleeding profusely. #sixwordsonly.
For sale: Baby shoes, never worn. ~ Ernest Hemingway #sixwordsonly.
Little stories don't last very long. #sixwordsonly.