Stream of Conciousness

I realised that I haven't wrote anything on here in aaaaaaaaaaaaaages so I thought I probably should but things just wouldn't come easy and it seemed forced. So I'm gunna do summit that I was asked to do by my year 9 english teacher back in school... A stream of conciousness. If you don't know what it is I'll explain at the end.

Beginnings that shoot stars and flowers walls not forgetting trees and randomness with showers and spaceships in prisons whit little tassles made of red satin as I'm sat beneath the hell of a polluted sky that rains down acid and lets in TURNIPS jokes mate jokes where am I going in life and in georaphical terms with friends and family and those ghosts that haunt us and others call memories although not all bad they often make me sad woo hoo a rhyme lemon and lime I'm a poet and I didn't know it well that's a lie because I did cause I write peoms therefore = poet yeah mate and we'll finish cause I paused.


So there was one it's quite short but I got things going on around me so I kinda lost it and paused which messes up the whole point really (Unless you just start a new paragraph everytime you pause)

Anyway the explanation as promised it's pretty self explanatory it's just your thoughts as they come to you and you just write them down. It's easier to do with pen and paper unless you're a good typist. You've just gotta let it flow and write everything down whatever it is and they can be quite funny at times or really deep others and the point is you never know until you've finished.

Gareth x