28/07

I reply to my morning messages- I see the white light of my morning messages- the white light wrapped around my eyes like a hug. – he reads the morning messages like a news article. Look. You can see his eyelids slowly close as a shield from the white light.

I pull my socks over my feet- I smell my chemically washed socks- the strong chemical stench climbed the summit of my nostrils.- Her love for the pieces of cotton only lived to see the chemical days. Inhale. You can imagine the temporary bond between the socks and the counterfeit flower scent.

I shove my book into my bag- I feel the smooth paper from my book under my fingers- the pages flinched at the point of contact. – The boy slides his hand over the cover in careful desperation. Touch it. Maybe it will swallow you too.

I select a song on my phone- the sound waves of an Australian band vibrates my eardrums- The vibrations of sound danced their way into my ears.- The aged man brought back to his youth from just a strum of the guitar. Listen. do you feel the life returning to your skin?

I make a prediction about the weather- I can taste the bitter cold when I walk through the doorway- I was greeted on the doorstep by a smack in the face from the cold.- She had always imagined the cold to be like a fake friend. Taste it. It is slowly finding a way to get under your skin.

free writing….

plava laguna

I have only walked this way once. on a calm night to the dairy. It was anything but calm tonight, they say a boy went missing in these fields. But they also say it cuts the journey in half. If you listen close enough, the sound of a distant roaring engine but otherwise stabbing silence.

A sense of curiosity for the children the singer speaks about. The man in the corner is proud, smiling with his eyes. He has shared something with us. Labeled drama tunes, 44 minutes of music no one has ever thought about ever. But still, I am curious to hear the life the washing machine will lead in holy matrimony with this cowboy.

a big ball. I see it now, we all just live on a big ball of water and rock. I drift further back and see the stars pass me by. why did I take the 7 pm bus? I have always known that there is an afterlife, I just didn’t know it would be falling through space for all eternity. I’m floating away now but I will find my way back.

subordinate clauses. I can’t help looking at the smoke now that the buildings are burning. I feel the pain in the fallen bridge though my body is numb. the crater of irreversible damage remains unless the few rays of the sun grow stronger.

Until I wake up, I am reminded of the thoughts I have had. The previous day’s events in a mixing bowl, being mashed into each other and stretched. My head is filled with coffee tables covered in smoke and old friends yelling in Chinese until I wake up. Because of these dreams, I know that my thoughts are better stuck in my mind.

Techniques and devices:

normal- her bike fell over

personification- She watched her bike fall with heavy eyes

alliteration- her bike banged against the bricks.

rhythm- she watched the bike fall with grace

second person view point- you could hear the bike falling from a mile away.

imperative voice- Pedal faster. Your bike could fall too.