Mindless Lack of Focus
I am having trouble keeping my thoughts straight I can’t sleep and I don’t want to try yet My mind is pulling in a million different directions as my fingers…
I am having trouble keeping my thoughts straight I can’t sleep and I don’t want to try yet My mind is pulling in a million different directions as my fingers…
“Sorry, mum, I can’t talk right now. I’m on vacation with some buddies of mine from the Third Moon of Delerapidieousath. No, not the ones in the band. These…
You would think it would be easy to run out of ideas. But it’s not. Because ideas can be anything. Business men in space. Underwater labs. A deadly ring is…
Running On Full / Fireflies / Thrift Store of the Future / Fake Brass Bowl / Blue Lights at Night / Noisy Neighbors / Just a Photograph / Odd Musical…
What’s in the old pond? / Love gutters / Best looking girl at JitB / With role models like these... / I have a ponytail, hear me Roar (shut up) / Washing away…
I sit by the keyboard, completely drained of ideas. I feel my mind throbbing with the beat of my heart. I can feel the blood thumping through my veins…
When I was small, my mate Tony and I used to cycle down to the open ground at the edge of town and play next to The Cloud Factory. It was some huge, complex…
There are chances to enhance And re-create your mental stance Before it’s too late to care if you bleed Or sweat until one bead Trickles upon the grass like…
The projector sits defunct Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped In design more like a fine steampunked Metal mosaic Less like a sculpture…
Imagine if life Is like infinite instances Coming from nothing Inevitably becoming nothing At a constant rate It’s circular-- life reinitiates Once spread dead…
The words flow like a river, like a waterfall, like a crate full of letters jumping off the highest cloud and floating gently to the earth on a cool breeze of…
It started off as a New Year resolution. The idea, not mine of course, though I would love to have taken credit for it. “Don’t wear white socks all year,”I…
I wonder if blackboards feel the same sort of crippling debilitation. Once filled with a brilliant thought or another. Next obscured as the residue of empty…
How many poems have come as our eyes close for the night? “I’ll write that tomorrow,” we think. Only next morning the idea is lost amongst the mountainous…
Ideas float. They can travel on the breeze, floating between people of all different kinds. One bubble of an idea can travel to another in the blink of an eye…
Well Ms. Adelaide since you’re complaining so much about being in Fairytale Land then perhaps you would like to visit the real world. “Ha!” Adelaide laughed…
Melissa sat, pen in hand, spilling her ideas onto the paper. Her mind continued to fuel the wrist movement, and the words just kept flowing. In her mind, the…