Alliteration: The repetition of consonant sounds within close proximity, usually in consecutive words within the same sentence or line.
yeah you probably thought the queen of alliteration was going to take this one, well fooled ya! cant put us in no boxes. box deez. now for our regularly scheduled blog:
As I wake up in the morning, my ears are filled with groans and grunts graciously greeting me as I get up out the bed and go forth with my gray rainy day blues, belaying the blue skies and birds bursting with song of soliloquies saluting the new day.
I’m stuck in a rut of self righteous retching and bitching by which I mean regularly realizing that the ruler of my world is me, but I’ll blame someone else for sucking the synergetic energy from my every thought until everything I hear and think sounds the same, the same ole sad song of sorrow for something I so want to attain but purposely put off, pushing away, satisfying the fear born from freely indulging in the self destructive slavery of my mind.
I choose to not change the pace of my world, chagrin charging my choppy thoughts of half felt passions, please wont you listen as I don’t try to take the things I want and continue to treat my tries as sore defeats confirming my constant state of deflated angst. Making no sense as a means to confuse others into thinking I’m trying when really I’m disguising my efforts to remain still and let life pass me by.
I can match up the beginnings of my words to make them mean what I want, but that doesn’t mean that they are what is true. A pretty picture parading in pretence can only hope to hold a heavy value.
yeah you probably thought the queen of alliteration was going to take this one, well fooled ya! cant put us in no boxes. box deez. now for our regularly scheduled blog:
As I wake up in the morning, my ears are filled with groans and grunts graciously greeting me as I get up out the bed and go forth with my gray rainy day blues, belaying the blue skies and birds bursting with song of soliloquies saluting the new day.
I’m stuck in a rut of self righteous retching and bitching by which I mean regularly realizing that the ruler of my world is me, but I’ll blame someone else for sucking the synergetic energy from my every thought until everything I hear and think sounds the same, the same ole sad song of sorrow for something I so want to attain but purposely put off, pushing away, satisfying the fear born from freely indulging in the self destructive slavery of my mind.
I choose to not change the pace of my world, chagrin charging my choppy thoughts of half felt passions, please wont you listen as I don’t try to take the things I want and continue to treat my tries as sore defeats confirming my constant state of deflated angst. Making no sense as a means to confuse others into thinking I’m trying when really I’m disguising my efforts to remain still and let life pass me by.
I can match up the beginnings of my words to make them mean what I want, but that doesn’t mean that they are what is true. A pretty picture parading in pretence can only hope to hold a heavy value.
5 comment(s) thus far...:
precious prosaic poetry!
;)
*single tear* I am a proud, pleased person after reading this :)
Loves this! Effortless and smooth. Good work!
That. Was. Great.
I had a heck of a time trying to ‘cut & paste’ (is that stealing, lol?) today’s blog. But I worked at it (I tech “challenged”, lol). Because this here was worth it. For personal use only. I promise, cross my heart (yes, I do have a figurative one).
Now, you may find, as I do (and others) sometimes we can get the mind to follow the “lead” of the body. I have a fixed running schedule, for just that reason. I don’t “think it over” once I’ve written out the plan. I just “Enact”. I find that this somehow forces the mind (and soul) to follow suit, and I can keep the focus and productivity going in other, more important, areas of life.
Just an idea for you.
*2 snaps around the world*
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