I have always considered myself a writer. Damn to hell whoever likes to think otherwise! I have medals to prove it and newsprint to throw in their faces. I am not being a proud wisecracker here. I'm merely stating a fact. Whether I'm a good writer or not, is up in the air. That is debatable.

Lately, I seem to be running out of inspiration and ideas. I think I'm writing about the same things over and over again. I want to write. But I don't know what about. Teachers say that the best solution to a writer's block is to write. About ANYTHING. Just write! So this evening, I ventured to write about some things I know... Presenting my out-of-sync-creativity-impaired haikus...


THE PIMPLE

A red swollen bump
Scared of benzoyl peroxide
Dying in my face.

CURLYHEAD

Twisting here and there
The bane of my existence
Tomorrow, you're straight!

FLAKY
Dry, dehydrated
Like a fungus on my skin
Exfoliation.

Ha! Who am I kidding, this isn't working!