Lately, I've been taking my writing more seriously, and am more disciplined about it. I try to write everyday with a goal to fill a notebook every month. I have loads and loads of writing prompts and ideas to help me deal with writer's block (which happens pretty much every time I sit in front of a notebook, holding a pen), and so I thought to include some of my rubbish on this blog. This is an exercise to describe what I'm feeling at the moment, and what it smells like. Warning: I'm a terrible poet.
Love smells sweet
Like the caramel popcorn at GSC
Like pink fluffy cotton candy
Like Johnson's baby milk lotion
Like a maraschino cherry atop a sundae
Like vanilla-scented candles
Like freshly baked apple pie
Like chocolates.
Love smells familiar
Like the essence of home
Like a favorite perfume
Like the flowers in the garden
Like the pages of a book
Like a mother's cooking
Like a comfy blanket
Like that someone special.
Monday, August 2, 2010
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2 comments:
terrible poet my foot, tat was sweet mate!
like how it's so direct and simple and nice. x)
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