yaaay updating
More little exercises done in class, she likes us to try something different each week.
In no particular order most of them are horrible/not finished/done in five minutes/blahblahblah.
--
To My Unrequited,
Lover of skin much tougher than mine, slicked with perspiration of power and sinuous veins. I surrender to you, upon this shell-shocked war and the lines I stepped beyond. We are tailored perfectly, but hems tear and threads tangle, so you move to a broader shoulder for wearing-- remaining and wavering: dress of lace, fraying without you, decaying into the dust of our spoken words.
--
Shoebox-housed they flutter
Their wings beating the hums
of a heart.
These butterflies
in frenzy, swarming my
addicting panic
White spots and lights
Of the trembling laughter
Escaping the lid, poked full of holes.
--
You know what I hate? Rhyming. You know what my professor made me do because I hated rhyming?
Quivering pond, rippling 'round rock
A kind of glitter-hope
Splashing dollops at their slope
Of granite divots in a way that mocks--
My heavy throat, heavy as that granite
Eager to wet my lips
To submerge myself and hope to quit
This horrid thirst, a trembling sip
So I dip my head, with lapping tongue
To drink this water, desire sung.
I EFFING HATE RHYMING.
--
And then an experimental exercise from today. Anything we scribbled out, we had to keep. No structural guideline either.
Fairytale
Seven swans and their sister-princess
All flying through green cotton and cloud-puffed feathers
Eating apple
Eating cherry
Eating gingerbread
She dies in bubbles and foam
Too eager to sever the tips of her toes
/So the shoe will fit/
And the queen will find her lovely.
- Comb is poison
- Corset too tight
And they gather-- gather still
Dripping terror and fangs and axes
and wolves on the knocking path of her innocence
No prince
No prince Charming
No End Comma The.
I have more lying around somewhere, will post when I find.
I'm sure you waited all day for this stuff.
In no particular order most of them are horrible/not finished/done in five minutes/blahblahblah.
--
To My Unrequited,
Lover of skin much tougher than mine, slicked with perspiration of power and sinuous veins. I surrender to you, upon this shell-shocked war and the lines I stepped beyond. We are tailored perfectly, but hems tear and threads tangle, so you move to a broader shoulder for wearing-- remaining and wavering: dress of lace, fraying without you, decaying into the dust of our spoken words.
--
Shoebox-housed they flutter
Their wings beating the hums
of a heart.
These butterflies
in frenzy, swarming my
addicting panic
White spots and lights
Of the trembling laughter
Escaping the lid, poked full of holes.
--
You know what I hate? Rhyming. You know what my professor made me do because I hated rhyming?
Quivering pond, rippling 'round rock
A kind of glitter-hope
Splashing dollops at their slope
Of granite divots in a way that mocks--
My heavy throat, heavy as that granite
Eager to wet my lips
To submerge myself and hope to quit
This horrid thirst, a trembling sip
So I dip my head, with lapping tongue
To drink this water, desire sung.
I EFFING HATE RHYMING.
--
And then an experimental exercise from today. Anything we scribbled out, we had to keep. No structural guideline either.
Fairytale
Seven swans and their sister-princess
All flying through green cotton and cloud-puffed feathers
Eating apple
Eating cherry
Eating gingerbread
She dies in bubbles and foam
Too eager to sever the tips of her toes
/So the shoe will fit/
And the queen will find her lovely.
- Comb is poison
- Corset too tight
And they gather-- gather still
Dripping terror and fangs and axes
and wolves on the knocking path of her innocence
No prince
No prince Charming
No End Comma The.
I have more lying around somewhere, will post when I find.
I'm sure you waited all day for this stuff.