Swirls of Colour

This is an essay that I wrote for school in 2006. It pretty much illustrates how I felt about procrastination at the time ūüėČ

Swirls of Colour:

A girl makes her way to her desk at home.  She must start her homework.  She has put it off for too long; a pang of guilt stings her in her stomach.  Even now her colourful world is beginning to fade.  She must do something to bring it back.  As her pen touches her paper, she procrastinates.  Poetry is pouring out of her soul, colouring her world again.

While she is delving into the world of her imagination, colourful streaks come out line by line, page by page.  She thinks about her homework but she cannot bring herself to do it.  She has started something.  It just cannot be left alone.  The spaces on her page get to her.  She has to fill them up.  More words come tumbling out to fill every gap.

New thoughts cross her mind.  Pictures are what she needs.  Twirls and squiggles. Anything that will venture out of her creativity.  Meaningless shapes take form around her words.  She cannot control it. It is as if her page is creating itself.  She is the tool while the pictures and words control her.  They come out of nowhere.

Every now and then her thoughts wander to the homework that needs to be done. It is a daunting thought.  Her homework becomes menacing, like a tiger that has been left without food for a month.  She is the prey. She has to resume her procrastination.  As she does, her drawings become more intricate.  Anything to block out all that is destroying her colour.

It feels as if she has been sitting there forever.  Three pages are written.  Intricate lines and twirls surround the words.  She starts on a fourth page. It will be her final one; she is decided.  This one has no words, just twirls.  She has to fill every gap with a line, a twirl, a dot- anything she can.

She is finally finished.  It is late.  The thought of her homework makes her shiver.  If she does not start it now she will never finish it.  But the tiger is ready to pounce.  These thoughts envelop her, with darkness overshadowing her.  No, she cannot do it, not now.  She needs to sleep.  Colourful dreams, they will help.  Dreaming is so much better than reality.  After all, she is sure she might be able to tackle her homework in the morning…

Written by: Flameheart

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Trussed in a Daze




into the blue abyss,


stare into her red eyes.


Follow crimson octagonal signs.


Trace his green outline.


blue haze meets you;

how true.

Purple temptress seduces you;

yellow light draws you




comforts you away

and you come back


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For Goodness sake

For Goodness sake

For interest sake

What does poetry look like on this site?

I hesitate

I dare to shake

You look at me

and scream

Whoo wee


I drop salt gum drops on

your head

and you sprinkle sugar



Looks like I was wrong

Should have known it all along!

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Have you found what you are looking for?

U2 said it, in their popular song which states, “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for”. .. (obvious reference, I know).

Well, have you? Have you found¬†the infinite answer to everything? I¬†doubt¬†it. I also doubt that it’s 42… But it could be. It could be whatever¬†you make it out to be¬†, and that is the beauty of life. If you haven’t found what you are looking for, don’t dispair. I know I haven’t. The funny thing is that I haven’t even found what it is that needs to be looked for, if you know what I mean, and yet still, I sit as a generally positive person before you. Go figure.

One thing that I am looking for is a topic to blog about on wordpress.com. The reason I opened a wordpress account is because the design is so amazing and it’s like the blogging matrix where anything is possible… I have another account at blogger.com (http://inspiratience.blogspot.com) where I blog about life and inspiration. Let’s call it a personal blog for now.

So, hello WordPress bloggers and hello world! Now, I have a clean slate on wordpress; a blank canvas; a world where anything seems possible; but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…