#brainstorming
The unusual state of my brain
is forever my life’s greatest pain
whenever a thought is in reach
my mind instead grabs the bleach
and removes the idea like a stain
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
Back to the drawing board I shall go
With hope and visions of rythme and flow
With words and patterns I already know
With goals and standards for my quality of work to grow
Altogether, having my accumulated knowledge in tow
Its back to the drawing board I shall go
Sometimes in life you find yourself in a slump
The complete lack of inspiration is creating a grump
You grasp at straws considering yourself to be stumped
When all of your ideas seem to be destined for the dump
Its at times like these that you can't give up like a chump
So jump up, get off your **** and get pumped up
Because its back to the drawing board you shall go
I know youve got talent and I know youve got skill
Now go write it all down and give these people a thrill
Just be positive and uplifting. Don't
Be negative and shrill
Do your best, dont be anxious,
But be peaceful and still
Don't rush it or force and don't release it until
Youve gone back to the drawing board and gotten your fill
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Play the waiting game,
scan each other silently:
brainstorming session?
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
the thoughts in my head are as numerous
as the stars scattered across the sky.
when I brainstorm
rain begins to fall.
inklings of ideas
send shivers down my spine.
I soak up some as possibilities,
throw others away in half a blink.
and then, some days:
a single thread of Lightning
finds its way through the storm,
guiding a handpicked bouquet of ideas
into a colorful tapestry.
it is my Maker,
weaving my words into rocky streams.
stories finding their way onto paper
as they flow from their Mountain source.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Have you ever felt so deeply,
it ripped you o p e n ?
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
Fling your scarf behind you,
cover your bruised shoulders my dear.
The world is a troublesome place,
not one for delicate skin like yours
which cracks at every splinter
that flies through the rough air
carrying words into your lungs
and choking you till the lines
between good and bad are blurred
and the taste of his lips remind you of poison.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC