I'll keep plugging away...

...until I write a good one.

Sleepy

I sit in my chair

feeling sleepy

I jerk awake

I fell off the fence again

It’s too soon for bed

I’ll wake too early

and sit in my chair

feeling sleepy

Limited output

Anyone who reads this may have noticed a fall in output lately, 3 'poems' and a mini-rant. The reason for this is that I have nothing of any interest to say so there is little point in wasting my time and yours in saying it.
I will return with some more 'poetry' at intervals and will of course spring back into action the moment anything worth saying pops into my head.
Until then, Peace and Love. x ttfn

I'm sick....

..of the shit people give one another on social media. People need to grow up and start being kind. Idiots.

Here's another one

Alone in a bar

Alone in a bar

Surrounded by people

Shouting and laughing they are

But me?

I’m alone in a bar

I'm not sure if these are any good but I enjoy writing and sharing them. If anyone likes them that's great, if not well I'll try to improve or if you still think they're tripe you can stop reading them.

I bought a book

I bought a book

I bought a book last week

Writing poetry it was called

So I thought I would write a poem

About a book I bought

Called writing poetry

Here it is

The poem

About a book I bought

Last week

18/2/14 N. Broomhill 17:23

My poetry writing book came today. I hope it helps me because I really do want to write some poems as well as getting on with The Story.
I love writing, be it on here or in my journal or anywhere really.
Putting words into some semblance of order for my own or, if anyone ever reads my scribblings, other's pleasure.
It is very cathartic, putting my thoughts down on paper. It makes room for more thoughts which for good or ill is what I do. I think.
Peace and Love x. ttfn

Those last 2 posts.

The last two posts were attempts at poetry, the gap between the penultimate and last lines was inadvertent but I like it. I will try more later, it may encourage me to get on with The Story or I may become a poet. Who knows?
Love and Peace. x ttfn