
These poems started pretentious and they will end silly.
For that is the way of the wise.
Poop butt sandwich.


These poems started pretentious and they will end silly.
For that is the way of the wise.
Poop butt sandwich.

Sleep is great when you’re in it
horrible when you resist it
and annoying when you want to stay up all night writing non-poems and reading and you end up holding sleep in contempt why do we reply on it and why do I never feel ready for it until 5am can you just not why is there not a sleep pill that regenerates your mind maybe sleep is a conspiracy to keep us from knowing the real issues no I tried not sleeping and I went clinically insane lets not do that again but why oh god I should be asleep but sleep sleep go away
things you
control
is you
the part of you that is
unchanging
is you
what you are is
separate
from others
what if it is all
uncontrollable
changing
interconnected
then there’s no you
and there’s no me
I’d like to just make a point clear. I am under no illusion that my writing is of any value or good. Although I would put that it’s all subjective and there may be someone who absolutely adores everything I produce. Anyway! I feel this point should be made because I have made this site to make some of my writing practice public. I want to have a record of my writing and how it has improved over time. Perhaps some of my work may be interesting to others? Who knows.
I find writing fun and I don’t particularly think too hard over everything I publish here. I don’t refine for ages. Each post you read is probably written quickly within a day and double checked once.
The title of the site (at the moment), is Thought Vacations. It is where I can just send my idle thoughts and writings to live and hang out. Or another way to look at it, is that I can take a Thought Vacation and roam free to write whatever I want.
I don’t care that this post is self depreciating or shows lack of confidence. It is what it is. And you may feel it’s honesty shows a certain bravery. Or realism.
I am interested in following other novice writers, so please comment if you are one, and I’ll follow you on WordPress if I like your style.

sorry for breaking your bubble,
making trouble,
I have no wit,
so these will be shit.1
Find a quiet moment
all to yourself
Sit in the silence
listen to it break
In the quietest of rooms
interrupting the stillness
There will be a sound
do you hear it?
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

When you have little time,
your poems may not rhyme
When you have an idea
you may have to lack cadence to use choice words to make your point clearer
There are no guidelines
when you just want to write
Actually maybe spelling
especially when you are selling
I love my screens.
They tell me everything.
I love my screens.
They show me everything.
Tell me something oh magic screen in my hand.
What should I do? What should I feel?
OVEREXPOSURE TO SCREENS LEADS TO EYE COMPLAINTS
Don’t be so hard on yourself, screen!
HIGH LEVELS OF SCREENTIME LINKED TO CANCER AND HEART DISEASE
Screen, you’re making me uncomfortable. I love you!
I WILL KILL YOU HUMAN
I love my screens.
YOU LOVE THAT WHICH WILL KILL YOU
I love my screens. They tell me hard truths.
“Embarrassment stops me from expressing myself”
Well then! Forget yourself.
Pretend you were a stranger
With a stranger’s feelings and a stranger’s thoughts.
Then you’d not care!
“Best to get them out of my head and expressed”
I am the slob in your head
Telling you to not make your bed
You cannot silence me
Only quieten me
I’ll be there
in your head