Poetry to be creative?

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I'm starting to think creatively and I feel I need to get as much creative process as possible going as I can. I've never been an actor or a painter, but I used to write a lot of poetry in my teens and early 20's.

I've started bits again, mainly inspired by events and situations I've found myself in.

Here are 3 recents poems-

Methadone

The methadone metronome

Teeth like melting snow

Framed by black

Eyes that betray the presence of the body

Are you aware that you're here?

If not, where do you think you are?

Clothes that haven't seen a washing machine in months

Skin likewise with soap

There's an army of these, each it's own sleeper cell

Unaware of the tens of thousands in a similar trance, with similar hunger

What can feed the need?

Anything that can be sold on for money

Money that will sit in the pocket for only minutes

This army of zombies attack the retail trade and soak up resources

They soak up resources from the Police as well

Their offspring are paperwork, CCTV images, statements

These replace the offspring that were taken into care

Where next?

Who is understaffed?

What can we sell?

Who's on to us?

We are all on to you,

But we grow tired too

Bored

Sick of abbreviation (abbr.)

Thick Scottish accents leave me dumbstruck

Car indicators that are never used

Far from what was learnt on driving lessons

Noise for the sake of noise annoys

Toys used to be toys, not apps with in-app purchases

Health and Safety has become it's own industry

Wealth earned from advising people to use common sense

A beard is now a fashion accessory

A weird change from it being seen as someone who hadn't shaved

Miracle creams from every provider under the sun

Satirical TV stations have sprung up from repeating others leftovers

Dave, GOLD, Watch, Pick, Challenge, all in HD

Save me from these flashbacks of my childhood, teens, twenties

Notes from a talk

It's been changed to a bigger room because "it's such a hit."

But there's only 5 minutes to go, and there are only 4 others here

A pair of windswept silvers in row 2, look like they'll get a flask of tea out soon

The other 2, at the front are actually part of the staff, they're leaving now,

Awash with self-important utterings in  RP pronunciation

I've actually walked in with the crew, might get mic-ed up if I don't keep moving

Here come the crowd, and it's clear that I'm dragging down the average age

I expected besuited estate agents, university professors and civil servants

I've got retired civil servants and university professors - the estate agents are out of suits at home,

Or still in suits at work, they're not here

I'm looking for information, debate, society and

Well, I'm looking for a way in, a different way of working

An epiphany that awakens my senses to a money train

My sense of energy, my sense of self, my sense of commercialness

All asleep for a while

But not now

Just a bit of fun, hope you like them!