*80's baby, 90's bitch...*

I actually wrote this on Friday, 24th September (thanks, Twitter!) and I'm ashamed to say I forgot to write it down in here at the time! It took me just under a minute, I believe. =)

80's baby,
90's bitch,
2000's start to ease the itch,
the future's bright, and gold, and rich!

*Baby Bore.*

I think this one took me about 15 seconds. A subject close to my heart.

Baby bore, baby bore - I'm glad I clicked 'Hide'! Baby bore, don't wanna hear about your baby's backside! Baby bore, baby bore - why must you go on? Baby bore - I'll tell you if my next turd weighs a tonne!

*Tirade.*

This one took me under 10 seconds:

Launch a tirade, your violent parade of words and spite, try as you might, you'll never win, it's all within, it's all within... ♥

*Ashes To Ashes*

This is probably the quickest one I've come up with yet, and I am obviously blaming my new obsession, the phenomenal programme that is 'Ashes To Ashes'!

Everywhere I go, I think I'm Alex Drake, longing to be introduced to Gene Hunt's trouser snake!

*Hurt.*

Hurt is a curse that makes you feel worse, when comparing deluded with sanity hearse. The need to prove is futile at BEST, especially when stressed, and you give me a 'test'! Hope will end in tears, acknowledge your fears...

*Benign. Divine.*

This one literally took me about 20 seconds. My quickest yet!

Guilt in solace, fear mistaking. No one knows my heart is breaking. Heavy seas will lift this curse, or else will make me feel much worse... Benign. Divine.

*Hierarchal Light.*

Contentment through light, weaving possibilities, find your "happy", please. Associate the denegrate, hierarchy candidate. Healing through bleeding, feeling through needing.

*Another on-the-spot poem. Always are, always will be.*

Maybe it's because I find things tend to flow better when I don't have to think about them?

Anyway, I just came up with this, as a status on Facebook. Ha.

Cavalier in attitude, resent the thought of gratitude: pedestal anger, a dangerous cancer, built-in knowledge - mindset is your forte, for they, have, NOTHING. Sad poetic injustice, a truce, for courage.

*A Year Ago Today (An on-the-spot poem.)*

It's funny just how much can happen in a year,
When hope turns to fear,
And feelings are dear.

Disappointment key,
Is it all that we can see,
Now the picture is clear?

Promises are made to be broken, like rules.

Don't pin all your hopes on one person, you fools.

I'm not really sure how often I will actually use this, I'm just glad it's here. Haha. More often than not I suppose it will be used to write/type my poetry-on-the-spot that I haven't done for years, but thoroughly enjoyed when I did.

Other than that, I might just ramble. So, I apologise in advance...

X EnglanE.