Write as if your life depends on it
Write as if every word is your last
Write as if you're going to die

Make it smooth like a river flowing
Make it sweet like a rose blooming
Make it sad like a woman crying

Put every word into motion
Put every word into rhythm
Put every word into life

My crisps are potato creations.
My chips are micro, that's for sure.
Cheese and onion, ready salted, good to munch as snacks.
Offer me prawn cocktail crisps.
They make me sick, I'll give them back.
Smokey bacon, boy I'm quaking,
Almost tasting the flavour in anticipation.
From my head down to my toes.
Smokey bacon crisps, tantalise my nose.
They tell me new crisps and fries being created every week.
Cheese on toast crisps.
Well I never,
Roast dinner, sadly missing vegetables.
Holy ghost crisps.
Gone in a puff of eerie green smoke.
Think I'll stick to fries.
Can't do salt and vinegar.
The pong it makes me feel ill.
The taste is even worse.
(c)LIVVI

I told myself I'm not special.
I told myself it's not personal.
I still woke up & felt just as alone as the night before.
I knew I wasn't one in a million.
I was just the first to the phone.
I must lack all self respect.
I mean why else would I be a mess?
3 steps forward, now i am 5 steps back.
They say "drunk words are sober thoughts."
Now, it's the morning after
&
I'm confused as hell.