What i do to stay creative (The hints in create)

This is a spur of the moment piece no title, no thought, nothing.this in an attempt to not only to keep everything creative going but, to anyone who is reading,  showing how i and others can keep their writings flowing, creative perhaps abstract but also, constant.I believe that keeping a creative flow going helps produce greater work therefore by doing a odd spouting of words i keep the creative cogs going so here it is.

love, loss, tithes of life.

pricks and pokes, people with knives.

no matter no purpose all matter, worthless ?

train of thought incorrect, grains of thought

better prospect

plant

watch

grow

seeds of thought let my mind flow

the water that nourish the thoughts that crush

take away a train, rearrange into a bus 

because the service is inferior 

the passengers unwell

there's a small fee to hop right on

but journey juts on and on

you pay for what you get

you pay for what you don't see

you pay for trying hard

you pay for being free

Footnote: regardless of the quality of this it is an remains a product of creative thought. If even one of these phrase can trigger a thought or an idea it was worthwhile but furthermore making sure that i stay focused on writing means that i still have creative processes going. if you think this might help i say go for it! one last thing its best to just type dont worry too much just type and see what comes out.

~ PEACE

The poem on depression

I want to begin this by saying that illnesses, which is what i believe issues like these are, should be dealt with. While i wrote this to help those who suffer to raise there voice and be honest about their issues, you as an individual must always be active. Problems do not disappear i urge everyone to seek advice or find help, simply just telling someone trustworthy or close what's wrong is more than enough. To battle with mental illness you need to surround yourself with positive things and people, never keep things inside your mind no matter how hard it hurts to speak out but most of all be active, seek the help you need.

The spiral

Why try you lie I die

at night that mind takes flight a cold dream a grip tight 

the blame lies the tears fly the screams cry    I sigh    I ask why

 watch the time

tick

tick

tick

stop

don’t say this tell me that curled up tight lone falling through cracks

what happened to me I see the mind pull away at its own seams

a lack belief in its own faltering being , slip in a dash solid infirmity solidly brewing

a lead coated brain, a hidden wound known to drain the toxins are tame

 slithering poisons gain ground like rabid fetid hounds thoughts creep in

seep in but no sleeping just weeping

a bad thought is like a reverse Rumpelstiltskin

bleakness weaves the gold into rotting sin

 it is the mind the Brain, the host of this game it’s a war lay your claim

 do you want control over relationship’s or your mortality and how to deal with this?

every second that should pass seconds are now hours and do last and seconds inside of seconds section you alone for the second time you think about the seconds it takes to end your life the seconds it takes for those to forget the seconds it takes to do what’s best they don’t want you there sick of every second now the seconds in your head these seconds you live off are waste of an essence there’s no sense all struggle

as those seconds wrap around, blocking the rational voices the graceful sound a bubble

now the haze stopped the graze of this self-hating movement

notice the time you’ve lost, days, you never moved in a mental grave you lay

you need to move seize the day.

A start of a collection: the drone

To begin this i want to say, Hi! This is my blog i'm mainly going to be using this as a platform to submit hold and develop my writing. Anyone who comes here is welcome to simply read, Comment on or critique my work as long as it is helpful i am not fussed. Anyway this is my first post of a section of writing feel free to enjoy!

I Drones lone moan

Drone woke up. Slide out of bed like drone does

What a drone won't do is not beyond me or you

Because we all think or do what the lone drone do-

No does because drones like a worker bee

Slowly shifting with a buzz blended with a background

Chitter chatter turns to fuzz-

Wait fuzzy, when words don’t fit to form drone finds it

Funny, like his t-shirt worn un-un-ironically

The design is so absurd it makes him feel solemn

See the drone isn't like the rest

He wears a black shirt to show he’s best-

Bestial is what I meant to say

 See the lone wolf has a dress code of its own

But the one in sheep's clothing this time it's the drone.