Nn, douzo.

How my 13 year old self viewed creative writing in literal and imageretic sense. If you can't think of something to write about, write about writing itself. xD stupid poetry. I never thought myself as much as a painter of words back then, I never reckoned I was any good at English. It's a hard subject to gauge, like art. Many different ways of expressing yourself throughout a very similar medium, but it's definitely not a scale right-or-wrong factor.

GET ON WITH IT AMBER! DDD<
words,
flowing through my fingers
like a glistening stream
trickling through my hands
to my fingertips
to the paper.
Dark blue lines,
circles and curves
with so much depth
and meaning to those
who understand.
Thoughts swirling through
my mind
drifting about aimlessly,
waiting for a use.
Suddenly one sparks,
and sets alight muses
which surround it;
Flickering brightly
for a moment,
they disappear
and mould together
to form an idea
that drips down
onto the clean,
white paper
in front
of me
.

It was supposed to look like a river, okay. xD


IT WON'T SHOW THE SPACING! FOOL!