I think I stopped in year eleven when I wrote Dave a poem for his birthday and he told me it was awful and he hated it... then I wrote free verse and I kinda stuck to that until recently when James wrote me a poem and I replied with one, and he didnt actually scream and recoil in horror.
Im not particularly sure about why I am posting them on livejournal either, possibly to torment everyone with my bad writing - but Im expressing my happiness through verse and I dont care! (unless someone whinges)
Are you kidding me? I've always loved your poetry! I still have some of the poems you wrote in my journal during year nine and ten. Dave was obviously dillusional dick with bad taste for saying such a horrible thing!
Now that I think about it, I wrote a sonnet! Do you know how friggen long it takes to write a good one?! But now I dont even want to read it cos it will definitely make me recoil in horror when I read it again.
Comments 4
Reply
I think I stopped in year eleven when I wrote Dave a poem for his birthday and he told me it was awful and he hated it... then I wrote free verse and I kinda stuck to that until recently when James wrote me a poem and I replied with one, and he didnt actually scream and recoil in horror.
Im not particularly sure about why I am posting them on livejournal either, possibly to torment everyone with my bad writing - but Im expressing my happiness through verse and I dont care! (unless someone whinges)
Reply
Dave was obviously dillusional dick with bad taste for saying such a horrible thing!
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment