Shopping Is Not For Me

@PoppyA

I love them all, Big and small. Round or square, I don't care. Brown, cream, black, red The colour don't mess with my head. I like the posh ones, The "oh gosh!" ones.

@sjw

A Costly Obsession.

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@ashhkat

Urge

It's late at night. But I had an urge to write. Sometimes I get these itches. Ripping me like broken stitches. So I make a rhyme. To past the time. Or because words start to flow.

@Stablish

Music

M usic, a huge part of my life. U niversal language for all. S ounds that help, calm or ignite. I t's magic never fails to pull. C omfort from pain, always something to gain.

@littleone

More Then Words

It's all just words, And it's all just ink. But it's really much more, A lot more come to think. It's letters and sentences, It really is my heart. Writing is my future, My end and my start.

@HeatherAnne

There Aren't The Words.

I don't know how to put my words down with ink and script. It's like my pen has all run dry, it's suddenly tight-lipped. I try to make me literate, to tell you how I feel.

@HeatherAnne

Living In Rhymes.

I don't think in music. I don't think in lines. I don't think in canvases. No. I think in rhymes. I don't speak in eloquence. I don't speak in prose. I don't speak in coloured tongue.

@bryanrobertheap

Doodlewords

My poems are just doodlewords, They don't take long to write. I observe the world around me, By ear, by nose or sight. By then my brain has started, To note a line or two.