20 Questions

Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, Other?
Other
Does it weigh more than a duck?
Yes. It weighs down like gravity.
Would you use it daily?
Yes.
Would you find it in an office?
Yes. Bent over a desk, or in a quick glance between computer screens and ringbinders.
Is it larger than a microwave oven?
Yes. It fills the whole kitchen and sends a scent floating down the hallway.
Does it cry?
Yes. Out of happiness and sadness and overwhelming pleasure.
Does it have writing on it?
Yes. A beautiful verse that needs no words.
Can you walk on it?
No. It sweeps you off your feet.
Is it worth a lot of money?
No. Money does not give it value.
Do you use it at night?
Yes. In dreams and thoughts and sighs.
Can you open it?
Doubtful. Who knows what you may find.
Do you use it at work?
Yes. It distracts you from what you’re doing.
Is it made of plastic?
Sometimes. In a gift bought purely to bring a smile.
Can you switch it on and off?
No. Not if it’s real and true.
Does it get wet?
Yes. But we’ll leave that to your imagination.
Would you find it on a farm?
Yes. Waddling around amongst the piggies.
Is it a sign?
Close.
Can it be refilled?
Yes. Bit by bit. Every day.
Is it a dustbin?





[This poem was written using an online 20 questions game.]

Shallow

A couple step onto the bus and ask for two singles. I don't like to be rude about people but the girl had the most unattractive face I had ever seen. The boy was quite average - mouse-brown hair and grey-blue eyes, but the girl obviously had no interest in skin or hair care, her eyes were unnaturally close together and her huge nose was the most prominent feature of her face. As she turned to walk down the isle to find a seat, I noticed the colossal size of her breasts and realised why they were together.

Aitch Ay Pee Pee Why

Well, an entire term passed by and I didn't blog even a little bit. How naughty of me. I need to start writing more. I think I have more to say nowadays.
Last term was quite something. I did a lot of singing, which was great, and I fell in love, which was even better.
Easter break was brilliant. One of the best holidays ever. Just being at home and being happy. Even doing a lot of missingacertainsomeone made me happier than it did unhappy.
I am currently sitting in a room that doesn't belong to me, listening to Elliott Smith, and feeling quite contented.
This is another of those interim blogs that doesn't say much, it just keeps the ball rolling.
I promise to post something soon that has more to it.
But this one is filled with a lot of happiness, which I think is a good thing with which to be filled.
Much love.