hyperactivity

needing fuel for my last day at work in ages i went on a caffeine bender. the following poem was written on a large americano with an extra shot and two bottles of mountain dew. i am literally tripping balls right now so if it doesn’t make any sense i apologise

Hyperactivity

all i can see is a flash and a crash,

a mash and a dash

of thoughts that will clash

my actions are rash

as i splash through the trash

burning away at the vast caffeine cache.

it hasn’t been long and i’m still going strong

everythings right

and nothing is wrong

i hear bells are ringing

the ding and the dong

the throng sings a song

and its here i belong

I spring on a string and i feel like a king

I cling to a wing

as i swing with a zing

so bring me a ring

and i’ll ting on that thing

my actions are made without

hesitating

soon in a heap i shall tumble to sleep

and the sheep they shall leap

as they look for bo peep

and all through my dreams

i shall creep through the deep

nothing else rhymes so these words i’ll keep

bleepity reapity steepity sweep

the muse

I got thinking about creativity today. about where ideas come from and the process of turning them into a reality. it may seem to be a little strange to create something about creativity but to that i say….Hi i’m will…we’ve obviously not met before

 

the muse

inside my brain the muse comes to life

soothing my mind from creative strife

Finally inspiration is here

my pen starts to scribble, the magic is near

From one lonely spark a fire starts to rage

as words from my head flow onto the page

Ideas are rolling, creation is now

I burn through it all never questioning how

slowly but surely a new place is born

a ghostly outline in a fantasy storm

my wishes and hopes pour into this dream

where the spires will shine and the towers will gleam

the real world is fine for the plain day to day

but sometimes it seems never ending and grey

my mind dreams of colours that shine in the night

when the artist in me can stand up and take flight.

so for now i shall walk through the streets of this land

while my mind wanders halls and palaces grand

my muse may desert me but she will return

for there’s dreams still to build

There’s ideas still to burn