What’s real. What’s fantasy. This site is real & fantasy too. Real emotions but sometimes with ‘fantasy’ elements too.

What’s real. What’s fantasy. Real thoughts but sometimes with some fantasied ones too. This is getting stuff out in a safe space.

What’s real. What’s fantasy. Here is where I get real & this how my fantasies become real. In a way. Don’t know if that makes sense but whatever. It’s creating your own reality. I wrote subconsciously for some reason…I don’t know…maybe…probably…whatever. And how my reality becomes fantasy. One minute I’m like respect people’s views, next minute I’m like rebellin’ – well – suppose it’s being human & being conflicted – or it’s me – I don’t know – I’m flawed mate.

What’s real. What’s fantasy. It’s about writing stuff down without being interrupted, shouting at or belittled. Getting real with fantasies & fantasizing in ‘reality’.

What’s real. What’s fantasy. It’s about enjoyment, joy & pleasure. But it’s also about being reflective. Opening your mind. Being open but leaving some mystery too.

What’s real. What’s fantasy. It’s being real but embracing fantasy too. Sometimes it’s about getting out of your comfort zone physically & mentally. I don’t know mate, the world is too serious but sometimes it needs be. I’m just writing anything now – REBEL. Let’s be fun & be irresponsible. Mesin. Ish. In my fantasies it’s easier to be like that but in ‘reality’ it’s not always that easy. But that’s ok, I’m being cheeky in my own little way. Just be sound to people. Laugh & be silly.

(Ok, that’s enough now Words worth – just put it out now)

(I will now, chill)

(I just wrote it because I felt like it)

(It started off as a blank canvas & now it’s became this)

(Yeah these brackets are thoughts & me thinking)

(Sometimes I’m making it ambigious & not using brackets to show what I’m thinking)

(Sometimes I’m talking to myself, or am I – I’ll leave it open to interpretation)

Ya not arsed. Fair dos mate. Sometimes I swear in these to make it less lardy dah. But ‘poetry’ isn’t just for Tories or Royals – it’s for everyone – I’m mesin there.

I mean, it’s just me writing stuff down really. And you happen to see it. It’s like you can see my notes.

Lad write stuff down man. It’s artistic. It’s realistic. Write down what shopping ya need to get in or whatever. It’s just a way of emptying ya mind really.

I learned all these ‘fancy’ words & language techniques by studying, but I know what it’s like to to graft too – I write all this lark but I’m not too good to take some plates out or to work for free – even though I’ve got a degree. *** I took out a bit here because I thought it was a bit rubbish & didn’t make a lot of sense ***.

I’m not even that good anyway. I’m just some lad writing loads of mad stuff. Unfiltered. Uncensored. Unreal. Real too though. Whatever. I’m an idiot, I’m clever, I’m real, I’m unreal, I’m rubbish etc.

Self-deprecating or false modesty. Depends on the time of the day. Sometimes I don’t know what to say. No one’s perfect & everything’s a contradiction. Or I’m just projecting. I don’t know. I just go with the flow.

Sometimes I think it helps to be humble. Sometimes it helps to have a swagger. Sometimes…don’t know what to write here…I’ve deliberately ruined this rule of 3 & sorta alliteration…for a laugh.

Flippin’ eck lad. What have I wrote here. Don’t ask me. I’ve got no idea. It started off all what’s real, what’s fantasy & all ‘poetic’ & now it’s gone a bit daft on purpose. It’s Scouse poetry lad. Get on ya bike. Do some wheelies. Time to wrap this up. Is right lad. In a bit.