Friday, January 31, 2020

If I Were in Charge of the World

If I were in charge of the world I'd cancel early mornings, rules, bedtime and also taxes.

If I were in charge of the world there'd be Adult Naps, Snack time, and also Anarchy!

If I were in charge of the world you wouldn't have Liquorice. You wouldn't have Bills. You wouldn't have to Adult or "Do your homework ." You wouldn't even have homework.

If I were in charge of the world Candy would be a vegetable. All Adult children and a person who sometimes forgot how to adult and sometimes forgot to pick up their kids would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.

Monday, January 27, 2020

Color Association Poem

Black is the color of the night, the unknown, and your deepest, darkest thoughts.

There are many colors to describe a person and mine is this. Black feels like nothing. Black is the absence of color.

Black should be a comforting color.

Black feels like nothing,
Black is the color of a void.

Black should feel like something but black feels like nothing and it leaves me at ease.

Friday, January 24, 2020

Paint Chip Poems

Haikus:
Cress Green-
Cress is a veggie,
It's a sprout like veggie,
I know nothing else.

Pea Soup-
My soup is tasty,
Peas floating around without care,
Yummy yummy soup.

Acrostic:
Frosty the snowman,
Rampaged through the town.
Over the hills and down the street,
Snowy, bloodied trails followed in his wake.
That's all,
Y'all!

Free style:
(Colors: Rock bottom, Obsidian Glass, Time and Space, and Fossilized.)
I watch through Obsidian Glass. Watch as the past becomes Fossilized by foul memories. Watching my life hit Rock Bottom and pick itself up only to do it again and again. Time and Space no longer exist to me, at least, not any more. The pressure and strain from my mortal became too much, so I decided to take my final fall.

Friday, January 17, 2020

Object inspired writing.

Tell me, what am I too you? A faceless creature? Your demons? Your false sense of reality? Or am I just your imagination? A figment that isn't and will never be real. I have many forms, each one different from the last. I can tell you what I am, but you won't believe me. No, your mortal mind can fathom the truth of my nature. My purpose. However, I'll tell you anyway. It is true I'm only a figment of the human imagination, but I prefer to be known as a sort of 6th sense, if you will. Without me, the way you perceive life wouldn't be the same. So careless and short it would be. Let me ask you another question to help aid you into understanding. You've found yourself at the end of a pistol, drawn to your face by a masked man. Are you afraid? Now, what if I told you that the man had no interest in pulling the trigger, in fact, the gun is unloaded and is only a stolen prop? Are you still afraid of the man? No? This is because you now know your not in any danger, but before, you were fearful that your life would end right then and there. You see, my purpose is to help you stay safe and be wary of your surroundings. To keep you from meeting your creator too soon. However, this doesn't stop all mortals from making deadly mistakes.

Author's note: As depicted by the image, my inspiration to this short piece of writing was 'fear'. I wanted to personify this commonly occurring psychological phenomenon a bit by having a direct conversation with the reader and try to make this seem ominous or dark (Although I feel like I failed that part) as I could. I also wanted to have the reader think, "What am I truly scared of?" or "What is fear?", but I didn't want to overdue it by asking the reader too many questions. The scenario was cliche, yes, but it's still a scary situation to be in, none the less. As for the ending bit, I don't know where I was going, but I was thinking about adrenaline junkies. This was shorter than I expected though, but hopefully it was a good attempt. 

Thursday, January 9, 2020

I am... Leah

I am...

An introvert 
A shoulder to cry on
The listener
A voice fallen upon deft ears
The nobody
The black sheep
The loney
A troubled soul
Your best and worst friend 
Anxiety disorders 
Paranoia 
Easily forgotten 
An outcast
A silent cry
A lone wolf
And always will be hidden away. 

Music Inspired Piece

Song: Hide and Seek by Johnny T Nighty Night's Pov I sat at the base of a tree, enjoying the sounds of the light swaying of...