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Creativity throws a tantrum


Inspiration is a gift.
As too is imagination.
The author; the poet.
Into their world of creativity.

The words were inside.
Locked in the mind.
Not lost, just jumbled up.
Waiting to be inked on paper.

Looking out the window.
On a bright sunny day.
A day meant to be outside.
The mind stabs the blank paper.

The alphabets are floating.
I can’t get them to stay still.
Flitting towards the window.
Aiming for the outdoors.

The body doesn’t follow.
There are poems to be inked.
But the mind is stronger.
Creativity throws a tantrum.

The paper remains blank.
Inspiration shuts down.
While the imagination goes wild.
Telling the mind, “Let’s play hooky.”

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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