Writing
I have been trying to write some poetry since school got out. And each one sucks more than the last. It's very irritating. I am in a great place right now. Every second of every day has been a joy. I wake up to see what treasures the sun has brought me and I put on some music and slip into a dream world. But I can't come up with anything of any creativity.
The only thing I got somewhat close to being somewhat of anything I may like was when I was wasted and I scribbled a few sloppy lines down.
Traveling up and down the scales
Each step colored more magnificently than the last
Flying away and diving down
To new and wondrous sights
And watching the story of journeys
Unfold before my eyes
The only thing I got somewhat close to being somewhat of anything I may like was when I was wasted and I scribbled a few sloppy lines down.
Traveling up and down the scales
Each step colored more magnificently than the last
Flying away and diving down
To new and wondrous sights
And watching the story of journeys
Unfold before my eyes