Sorry, Mom... tonight it's creativity. I'll try to get my desk drawers cleaned out this weekend. :P
So, I challenged my on-the-spot rhyming tonight with some "poetry" over IMs to my friend. Fun stuff!
"My room is messy and my hair is curly and my skin has goosebumps because I'm cold
Emotion is raw and music is loud, but it's the same damn scene and it's getting old
There's such a stark contrast between black and white, but those are the shades that I see tonight
So while I watch and wait I have a feeling of impromptu
To just express everything going on, all to you."
I don't know why I enjoy this so much. It isn't very fluid. I shared it with my awesome friend Amy, who, in return, shared a few of her poems with me. My favorite is called Lame Jokes ... my favorite part:
"I laugh at your jokes
And realize that my voice
Is
Five
Octaves
Higher
Than usual."
In conclusion, weird moods make even weirder blog posts. Goodnight. :)
