A new idea for my blog: Wayward thoughts
Hey guys!
I was walking my dog just now, and thinking about this tumblr post http://pizza.tumblr.com/post/83215322972, which basically says "what so you call someone who's obsessed with the moon - a lunatic"
What a great pun! But basically, it made me poetify it, and now I have a pretty poet-let in my head, and I can't stop singing it in my head. And I can't help but think there are so many little "wayward thoughts" floating aronud in my head that I'd really like to share with people, but I never get to. So why not make a section about it? (Hahaah. Exploiting lack of skills)
So here's the one wayward thought I came up with today:
"But darling how to make you swoon?
Because all I see are stars
and you're a lunatic in love with the moon."
And something I have written down from a few days ago:
(Bear in mind, anything written here could be a poem or a little undeveloped thought paragraph. Sorry!)
"I crumpled up the papers because I thought I couldn't write poetry. But when I held them again in my
hands, ready to throw them away, I felt the anger and sadness in those pages, and that was a moment of
fire, of frustration, and of everything I'd ever failed to be. Locked in those pages were memories, dark
thoughts swirling like a slushie gone wrong. And then I learned something. In destroying, I had created."
I was walking my dog just now, and thinking about this tumblr post http://pizza.tumblr.com/post/83215322972, which basically says "what so you call someone who's obsessed with the moon - a lunatic"
What a great pun! But basically, it made me poetify it, and now I have a pretty poet-let in my head, and I can't stop singing it in my head. And I can't help but think there are so many little "wayward thoughts" floating aronud in my head that I'd really like to share with people, but I never get to. So why not make a section about it? (Hahaah. Exploiting lack of skills)
So here's the one wayward thought I came up with today:
"But darling how to make you swoon?
Because all I see are stars
and you're a lunatic in love with the moon."
And something I have written down from a few days ago:
(Bear in mind, anything written here could be a poem or a little undeveloped thought paragraph. Sorry!)
"I crumpled up the papers because I thought I couldn't write poetry. But when I held them again in my
hands, ready to throw them away, I felt the anger and sadness in those pages, and that was a moment of
fire, of frustration, and of everything I'd ever failed to be. Locked in those pages were memories, dark
thoughts swirling like a slushie gone wrong. And then I learned something. In destroying, I had created."
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