Jan 2015
Fragments and splatters of sentences
are swirled around every piece of paper and pad
and screen and
wall and
notebook and
EVERYWHERE
Ranging from one word
one captured moment
to a veritable spew of
stream of consciousness
my organisation leaves more than a
little room for improvement
*deep breath
are swirled around every piece of paper and pad
and screen and
wall and
notebook and
EVERYWHERE
Ranging from one word
one captured moment
to a veritable spew of
stream of consciousness
my organisation leaves more than a
little room for improvement
*deep breath
I am awful for poetry hoarding. I'm constantly writing but never uploading because something else always crops up (family, exams, cats act.) so tonight is going to be one of the first instalments. Some of these poems are from last year so it's all going to be a tad interesting xD
