Saturday, September 18, 2010

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like a foot thinks about a shoe. Like a Farmer thinks about the Lou. Like Rooster thinks about cockadootledoo. Like three thinks about two. I'm thinking about you like rose thinks about rain. Like a patient thinks of pain. Like a  mental person thinks about getting sane.  I'm thinking a bout you like a surfer thinks of the ocean. Like a witch thinks of potion. Like a woman thinks of lotion. Like a boat thinks of motion. I'm thinking about you like George thinks about if it was publicly decent that he would drape himself in velvet. I'm thinking about you like a Poet thinks of poems. Like a bird thinks about flying. Like a old man thinks of dying. I'm thinking about you like a fat kid thinks of cake. Like a fisherman thinks of a lake. Like gardener thinks of a rake. I'm thinking about you like a man thinks of his woman. Like a bell-woman thinks about a doorman. I'm thinking a bout you.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Love is......

10. Love is a spinning record
9. Love is a dead bug in Kholers
8. Love is a pitcher full of water, once its empty you can just refill it.
7. Love is skittles (its colorful and satisfying)
6. Love is a man with a spork
5. Love is a far away land undiscovered
4. Love is a mountain (hard to conquer, but once conquered it is worth it)
3. Love is just out of reach
2. Love is an opportunity of a life time
1. Love is ability not a feeling

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Introduction

Hello, my pen name is Skippy.  I got the name Skippy from my brother who calls the other member of my family this.  My brother has been a great example to me so that is why I dedicate this wonderful blog to him, I know what a generous thought on my part.

Well i do not really know what to think about writing, I have never amounted to anything in my writing and my best efforts always gives me a solid C grade.  This being so my writing is poor and has room for improvement.  That is what I hope to get out of the Creative Writing class, I want to be able to write effective enough that I can get my point across and still provide some what dull entertainment.  If this goal, this idea, this thought, this prompting, this hope of mine can be accomplished then my writing expectation will be satisfied and i can rest in peace throughout my life, or at least a mere week after this class.

The world may never know. I may never know, you may never know, so who knows really?