it used to be my main hobby as a kid until i fell off & became brain rotted by the internet. of course my attention span is cooked and i usually get the feeling that I hate what Iām writing. it rlly feels like ,GRRRAHHHHH pulling teeth out, but i need it. once the poem is done itās done & it usually only takes me maximum 20 mins. Itās like brain exercise to train the skill I lost. i may not love what I write all the time but i know itās part of the process
i really use to come up w an original limerick or freestyle poem every morning while tying my shoes & now I canāt fathom how I ever put anything to paper. gotta start back up somewhere no pain no gain šŖ
iāve only been doing it for a couple of days but itās a really good brain warm-up & writing exercise!!! u can keep it short & sweet & thereās no pressure for it 2 b anything special. & itās also fun trying to draw thematic & narrative links between such random words. itās also helping me branch out with my starter wordā¦ā¦. canāt have all my poems start with roast
until it hurts. not physically but mentally. either youāll run out of stuff to write about and start making random lists. but keep writing. Past hesitated words and refined patternsāon the other side is you. It will feel natural as a thing you do, like breathing.
A classic That simply canāt get better. i sat outside a chocolate shop on a chilly day w my brother. ordered some cheesecake & chocolate mousse. i sipped my tea & the host showed us the blankets they have for guests sitting in the cold. āEuropean styleā she said. U guys i am itching to somehow top this tea experience but itāll be hard ā¤ļø
Today I woke up early before everyone, like usual, & instead of feeling lonely i decided to get my gf & my brother their favorite coffees to wake up to. in their half awake mumbles they were really grateful & it was a nice way to start my day. it felt better than if i were to wake up & go be alone, getting my own thing. If I want to feel love all i have to do is give out my own