An explosion of words

I need more words!!! They dissapate befor me in a and incredoulous superflous circle.
Kraggigalting of jelly lumps. Gummi gloop. Sickly stickerjicks. In so my retrospct becomes a tedium of tedious. Then the dastradly cretins urchins and coral attack me.
Blocking the swirling slipping consious tempreal lobe of my ankle. Spotted rain and fluffly clouds with thingamogozzles. Glitter squids and sparkly beach balls. Soft smelling quilts fuzzy hair spoingy curls. The neverending ocean. OK better stop sorry to the people who are grammar, spelling and logic freaks. I don't really need any comments on it. You should try it floop fly people. ;)

Writers block

Ta da! I think I'm bursting through my writers block. Sometimes it's a really long time. It's like this. My mind has this huge wall straight down the middle. Seperating left from right. The right side is the fun side with all the creativity and colour. The left tends to be more moral and boring. Sometimes I get stuck on the left side so I have to knowck down this wall. Ocasionally I break through but I get scared and retreat to the left sealing up the hole I made. To seal up the hole I used concrete this time usually I use paper. Ah the mysteries of the mind.

Things that drain

Things like the sun make people happy but it drains so much energy. A fire on a winter's eve takes energy. Dancing in the rain takes energy. A day out with good friends take energy. So I remember some law I learnt in physics 'energy can not be made or destroyed it can only be moved from one form to another' So where does that energy go? I'm thinking it makes memories or gives you that happy feeling. It's not the warm and fuzzy type[feeling fuzzy isn't too good in my books] It's just indescribable in a descriptive way. If that makes any sense.

grass

More greenish topics my blog is green though.

A blade of lush.
A quiver which trembles under a blow.
Not meant just a flick.
Of a beetle yet it loses all life.
The weight of thought fury, terrifes it.
When a sharp blade comes rumbling towards.
The mashing screaming cuts it down.
Grass grows back greener than before.
A lot like an innocent.


Ok i hope this is ok bit nervous about [send out to world wide web, seems heartless]

New

Spring all new no more dead things.
trees will burst full of green
daises and buttercups grow underneath
the sun will warm my feet
i will throw my shoes off
sunhats sunglasses
sunscreen and sand
the smell of mown grass
sunburn
lemonade glass
icecubes
rain
almost summer still here
so much more in spring than ever more

Trees don't grow to the sky

I came across this phrase. I admit to do little searching on it just a quick google.
The websites didn't make sense and here I am. Trees do grow to the sky where else would they grow? If you were a giant sure they wouldn't grow to your sky but to a rabbit yes they do. I just find that a bit annoying and yeah I am being preachy. Post a comment if your not happy or would like to shed some light on this phrase.

Pain

Has anyone ever stepped on a thistle? They are extremly annoying pointy prickly weeds that come up in the midst of summer. Just when you want to run through fields barefoot. Some are small unassuming, those are the ones you watch out for.

Yet I wonder would it be better to just run through fields barefoot anyway. Maybe its just the fear of pain that keeps us from doing what we really want. I mean even if there is one nasty bugger in a field. There's probably 100s of daisies.