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I'm in a room, Both bare and dark. I need something bright That'll cause a spark. To guide my way, Through night and day. Something I can tell "GO!" and "STAY!" I'm stuck in class, With no idea.
I have lots of apps On my iPod right here Some from 25 top free While some others are dear. Some are rather known - Plants vs.
Picture frame of life, Why do you let us leak. Do you not like our colours. Or see us as futile and weak. Picture frame of life, Why don't you care. Why aren't you bothered that you're leaking away.
Notebook notebook, Fill me with words. Notebook notebook, Dreams to go unheard. Notebook notebook, Tiny cramped writing. Notebook notebook, A wonderful sighting. Notebook notebook, Poems and stories.
#household - knife There once was a butter knife that lived in my cutlery drawer. Every nite, when the lights went out, it sat up late and wished it could be more.
Boredom, oh boredom Where would we be. You fill us with nothing And encourage creativity Boredom, oh boredom Why can't you see. I want to do something Let me be free.
I sat upon the velvet stool, The fabric soft and smooth, Remembering the golden rule, To brush off all the dust.
Today I reminded myself during a generalised conversation how much of a perfectionist I can be.
How do you guys manage, in writing such a lot. It should mean that it's quantity, and quality that it's not.
Sometimes, that one fantastic idea isn't going to come and find you. You won't be able to sit there, arms folded, and say "Go on then, inspire me, I'm ready".
A way to express myself. Something that lets me escape the world. Whether its straight lines or swirls uncurled. Art is my own little island where I'm safe from harm. Where no one can cause me alarm.
I woke up this morning to quite a surprise, At first I thought I'd broken my eyes. My life's canvas is blank, completely wiped clean, I've simply no clue what this might mean.
#Household @Stablish. I love paint. It's so versatile. It beats wallpapering. By a mile. Choose a colour. To suit your mood. Or paint a mural. That's a little bit rude. You can paint the town red.
So many opusses. Written everyday. By special people. In their own special way. So many opusses. It is a sight to see. It brightens up our day. It makes us so happy. So many opusses.
“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted.
Here's a challenge then: Let's see what 4 line poems you can come up with using only the top line of the keyboard. QWERTYUIOP The fact that you can make "Pure Poetry" should be an inspiration.
Look inside the dreamers brain, Its so full of ideas, you see, It could never be mundane. Thoughts are buzzing all around, like a busy bee.
A place of new, A place of old, A place of secrets, Told and untold. A blank white room, Empty, clear, You can forget- Everything here.
Once upon a time In a garden full of rhyme The paper not alone - He's with a friend of mine. My friend the pen Writes of now and then Of what we've done Of mice - and men.
“Turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’ is God work, and you get nothin’ without struggle and hard work” – Nas, Doo Rags – The Lost Tapes Great quote I just came across from nas, I feel it is fitting for...
So many things to inspire So much to set me on fire Just the thought of the word Freeing the strapped wings of a bird Daily feelings that feed me While people plant seeds in me Songs to inspire...
Come on everyone, clap and cheer. It's that time, Opuss rush hour's here. Everyone's starting to return from school or work Or maybe just waking up on the other side of Earth.
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules.
M oving and shaking. not O ver with making. random V erses with statements. I n these random placements. i N eed to pay bills. G et food on the table. A nd poetry's cool. its N ot like I'm unable.