We're doing a lines class this term. One of our assignments this week was for three related lines, with a couple other guidelines that I won't bother repeating since they wouldn't make sense without the whole class.

I'll crack my chapped-crevice lips
Churn out pus-soaked lines of over-used angst.
My muscles send messages-you've already heard

Sorry, I'm storing the most edited drafts I've got of these here for a while-apologize for clogging up your friend's page, but this is the easiest way to reach it from school. (Which is why I didn't just make this private-don't want to have to deal with logging in on a different computer and forgetting to log out and jsut in general, not so much.

( Anything )

Ever notice how most of my poetry is pretty similar? "Blah blah blah, rhyme, I AM CONFLICTED HURR", blah blah blah poor ending." Hell, even my intros are similar! "This sucks. i'm aware of it. Yeah..."
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We had this assignment where he gave us a photo-copied section of Don Quixote (which is the book we were reading for the past two weeks)and told us to use bits of it to make our own story ( Read more... )

School assignment (well, writing assignment. Not really written in a school way, since it was written in a certain style as opposed to about the war of 1812 or whatever.) written in elegant variation/cervantino style ( Read more... )

So I haven't been able to write anything that I was at all happy with for a while now. Not entirely happy with this, but I finally got an idea. That's good. I won't ramble on about it and bore you all, but, glee.

( Light in a park-prose )

Eeee! *bounces up and down*
I did it I did it I did it!
I wrote a blues song that wasn't total crap!
...admitted, it's mostly crap. But, god, you didn't read the first one I wrote. Gah.

( Herein lie my woes pertaining to shoes, put in the form of badly-rhyming verse. Yes yes I know the rythym is off. It's a blues song. The rythym is ALLOWED to be off. )

Erm. Yeah. As it turns out, I really AM capable of writing anti-lesbian crazypschoman point of view.
Pretty short. Prob'ly rated mature or something, I think just about everyone I know is old enough to read it anyway.
Also influenced by magnetic poetry, which is why some of the phrases are a little strange.

( If it wasn't be horribly pretentios I would call this Wax Roses. Instead I'll call it Untitled Prose #3. )

It is a mess of rhyiming words! And possibly it actually makes sense, which is unsual for me when I write things that rhyme. Normally it is all "I like sand...can I have a hand? I play in the band." and such!

And no, no it's not that good. But I really need to work on my ability to write things that rhyme, so...here it is.
( In the Ground )

( Man, I'm just really awful at titling things. )