Creative Journal: 5th December 2008

Life without love is like a tree without blossom or fruit --- Khalil Glibran

Phrase - worry not about love, for it cares only for you

Random - shadow Daniel Boon by Benet

Title - Forbidden Dreams

First line - I have fallen, so you can lift me up

Poetic line - How the old mountains drip with sunset - Emily Dickinson

Projective Identity - on of a pair of contact lenses

Wordbank - British, video games, candy, plane, pig

Theme - sensual scene involving food

AWAD - hornswoggle (HORN-swog-uhl) v. to cheat, hoax or decieve.

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Creative Journal: 4th December 2008

Art by Luis Royo

Quote - It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. --- Henry David Thoreau

Wordbank: fear, scream, blue, ocean, scream.

Phrase: Time makes my body weak, but my love stronger.

Title: My First Grey Hair

First line: No one has given him/her/me this much before.

A Word a Day: flummadiddle (flum-uh-DID-l) n. nonsense, something worthless.


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Creative Journal: 3rd December 2008

Quote - There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds --- Gilbert K. Chesterton

Title - Drink from my Poison Cup

A Word a Day - Discombobulate (dis-kuhm-BOB-yuh-layt) v. to disconcert or confuse

Theme - Hands

Wordbank - rewind, damaged, blood, kinky, beauty

Phrase - I'll turn your tears to roses.
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Sailing Oceans

Remember how we fell in love, my dear,
As sailing oceans to New York last year.
While wearing a sombrero you asked me
To dance to love's song and melody.
The trip wasn't cheap but worth the hard grind
As love was a treasure, an unplanned find.
Dropping defences the walls of my heart
Sweet sugar cubed moments saved from the start.
Technology of e-mail send a word
Unspoken by voice forever heard.
Words of passion and full of deep meaning
Eyes now shaded by rose coloured screening.

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Word Bank: remember, grind, cheap, cube, New York, sombrero, technologu, drop, mean, ask

Her Touch

In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.

Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.

The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.

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Word Bank: clean, engage, clear, posture, electric, push, rock, stress, rush, silence

POV: Vacuum cleaner

Beautiful Death (First Draft)

Theme: dark, depression, death

Word Bank: beautiful, broken, blue, blade, bright

Form: Curtal Sonnet

Meter: Iambic pentameter

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
Of blackest waters, hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes, once bright, the blackened soul will shun.

At last, my psyche is free, outside my head
Discharged from life, a welcome peace, I'm dead.

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