tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55493302524365079202024-02-20T16:22:47.396-07:00Within Deep Brown EyesPoetry and writing tips for aspiring poetsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-71378265705070655082012-07-19T13:50:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:04:46.160-07:00The Black Outcast***Writing Tip: Take a look at the outsider. What good and bad qualities does he/she have? What would you do to prove to someone else that the person wasn't as bad as they thought he/she was?***<br />
<br />
He didn't look like us.<br />
<br />
His pierced ears always held pointed black earrings.<br />
He didn't have money to eat school lunch.<br />
His long hair flopped in his face.<br />
<br />
He swore a lot, but not around me.<br />
His jeans had chains and he always wore black.<br />
<br />
He kissed me on the forehead once<br />
His kiss wasn't dirty at all.<br />
He was the person to stay away from.<br />
<br />
His old skater boy shoes were laughed at.<br />
He pushed my black wheelchair once.<br />
<br />
His jokes were sometimes dirty without him trying.<br />
He didn't dare come near my friends<br />
His grease stained hands took the Bible from me.<br />
<br />
He was hated by the students.<br />
His heart wasn't black like they thought.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-65809687365512597922012-07-19T13:31:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:06:01.860-07:00Chopping Wood***Writing Tip: Take a recent experience and write about it in full sentences finding natural separation points to distinguish line breaks.***<br />
<br />
I wasn't tired<br />
but I had chopped wood<br />
all day long.<br />
My arm hurt a little<br />
but not enough<br />
for me to notice much.<br />
There was sawdust everywhere<br />
and it stuck to my jacket<br />
irritating my skin.<br />
The work gloves I wore<br />
were five sizes too big<br />
to fit Grandpa's swollen hands.<br />
Chopping wood was better<br />
than stacking the wood<br />
at home.<br />
Besides, throwing branches<br />
and trunks kept my mind<br />
off things for a while.<br />
I wanted to do something<br />
but I didn't know what<br />
just something with my cousins.<br />
I planned to go to the movie<br />
with two of my cousins<br />
who didn't like each other.<br />
The movie was hard<br />
it made me cry<br />
and cling to James.<br />
I worried about myself<br />
but we couldn't talk<br />
he was too busy for me.<br />
The day afterward<br />
I found out<br />
he was touched by it too.<br />
I had reason<br />
to be worried<br />
about both of us.<br />
Chopping wood<br />
chopping hearts<br />
chopping up our lives.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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pulling up sleevesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-13868446054483773632012-07-19T13:08:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:08:18.483-07:00The Bridesmaid***Writing Tip: Find a picture on the internet of people who are gathered for some reason. Find a character other than the one the photographer focused on. Take that character's point of view and write a poem from their perspective about the event occuring.***<br />
<br />
I wish I was you--<br />
the world revolves<br />
around you today.<br />
<br />
He stares at you<br />
complete joy<br />
in his eyes.<br />
<br />
You look so beautiful<br />
with your white dress<br />
and colorful bouquet.<br />
<br />
Will our friendship change?<br />
the thought<br />
hurts a bit inside.<br />
<br />
We used to skip<br />
from store to store<br />
are girls nights over?<br />
<br />
For years we've held on<br />
laughing and crying<br />
now I'm losing you.<br />
<br />
Your tears will fall<br />
on his shoulder now<br />
what am I left to say?<br />
<br />
Everyone else smiles<br />
the lights are glaring<br />
but nobody can see me.<br />
<br />
I'm third in the row<br />
far enough you can't see<br />
my black bridesmaid dress.<br />
<br />
I scream at myself--<br />
where is my smile<br />
on your wedding day?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-26387091536632125562012-07-18T10:11:00.000-07:002012-07-18T10:11:08.205-07:00September 21, 2012*** Writing Tip: To help you get started begin by finding an author's poem and mimicking it as closely as you can. Here I used Elizabeth Bishop's "In the Waiting Room" as a base.***<br />
<br />
In Salt Lake City<br />
I went to the mall<br />
to shop and have some fun.<br />
I walked and searched<br />
in every single store.<br />
It was fall. Everyone wore<br />
jackets. The mall<br />
was full of teenagers<br />
flip flops and high tops<br />
lights and sale signs<br />
The mall stayed open<br />
what seemed like a long time<br />
and while there I shopped<br />
in Down East<br />
I didn't have money but<br />
still studied the clothes:<br />
the polka dotted dress<br />
the black pencil skirt,<br />
lovely, with large numbers on tags;<br />
Then it was burning desire<br />
to have the un-atainable.<br />
Large pink bracelets<br />
with tiny bows on them,<br />
undershirts, and swimsuits.<br />
A sweater slung over a shoulder<br />
--- "Beautiful," my caption said.<br />
Babies on hips of new mothers<br />
crying and being silenced;<br />
a store clerk, with keys<br />
to open the dressing room<br />
while she was on the clock<br />
doing a job she didn't want to do.<br />
Her earrings were beautiful.<br />
I wished I had pierced ears.<br />
I had always been to scared.<br />
I looked across the way:<br />
Claire's, free piercings, today.<br />
<br />
Then from within<br />
came a sting of pain<br />
--a customer's voice--<br />
soft and sweet.<br />
I wasn't surprised<br />
to hear her ask about the sale<br />
an unsuspecting woman.<br />
I shouldn't eavesdrop<br />
but I wasn't ashamed. What<br />
I felt<br />
Was that it was me:<br />
uneducated and vulnerable.<br />
Thinking too much<br />
I turned into a miserable woman<br />
I--we--were so dumb,<br />
believing everything we saw<br />
at Down East<br />
September 21, 2012.<br />
<br />
I told myself: here you are<br />
twenty hears old.<br />
I said it to stop<br />
the feeling I was young<br />
and stupid, self-conscious<br />
in the store's tight space.<br />
But I decided I was me,<br />
I was a Sarah,<br />
I was just a shopper.<br />
Why was I anyway?<br />
I didn't dare to see<br />
dig deep to find the answer.<br />
I gave a passing glance<br />
--I couldn't look longer--<br />
at bright colors,<br />
blouses and clearance racks<br />
stylish and ugly<br />
walking around the store.<br />
Why was I a shopper<br />
me or anyone else?<br />
we all had so much in common--<br />
girls searching for beauty<br />
I felt ugly in<br />
the Down East store<br />
and the sales racks--<br />
held us in common<br />
or made us all the same?<br />
How--I wasn't quite sure<br />
Why I had come here<br />
like them, and hear<br />
a question asked<br />
to take advantage of naivety.<br />
<br />
Down East was florescent and<br />
too crowded. I was getting dizzy,<br />
falling to the ground,<br />
sweating more and more.<br />
<br />
Then I became the store.<br />
People walked inside me. Outside,<br />
in Salt Lake City,<br />
it was rainy and brisk,<br />
and it was still the twenty first<br />
of September, 2012.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-57073326356895705812012-07-18T09:33:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:09:04.218-07:00Self***Writing Tip: Take two sides of you and let them speak to one another. ***<br />
<br />
My forehead crinkles so.<br />
I cannot you crack a smile.<br />
Kindness can never touch me.<br />
<br />
Smiles keep me alive.<br />
I skip down the sidewalk<br />
Seeing the love others give me.<br />
<br />
I wish I could do that.<br />
Everything is dark.<br />
I am drowning.<br />
<br />
Memory clouds your view<br />
let go and face the light.<br />
Today my heart is flying.<br />
<br />
I'm crashing.<br />
<br />
I'm soaring.<br />
<br />
Which one is me?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-63047499967690967612012-06-22T16:00:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:10:19.629-07:00Missionary<div>***Writing Tip: Take from your own personal experience and write about a time when you hoped expectations would be fulfilled. Write a little bit of back story then say a little bit about your expectations.***<br />
<br />
I prayed the Lord would keep you safe</div><div>and now I know he kept his promise. </div><div>You stand before me now.</div><div>You're home and I am anxious</div><div>to be in your presence once more. </div><div>I know I shouldn't be writing this,</div><div>but it comes fro my lips once again. </div><div>I've missed you while you've been away.</div><div>I hope that you are here to stay. </div><div>I know college comes up now and then</div><div>and I have to move on too</div><div>but I hope we can move on together, </div><div>keeping in contact, me and you. </div><div>I have other friends</div><div>but you are special somehow. </div><div>ever since I was a freshman, </div><div>you made magic stars blow my way. </div><div>You wrote me a poem and I wrote you one back. </div><div>Here's another one to put in your sack. </div><div>I hope you are all that I expect you to be. </div><div>I hope it's not weird and demeaning to me. </div><div>Will you see me the same or differently? </div><div>Will that be a good thing or will I not want to stay?</div><div>I don't know how you feel or what to do,</div><div>but I know a piece of me has been with you. </div><div>Now you have returned I hope it can fit</div><div>into the puzzle of life once again. </div><div>Thank you Dear Lord</div><div>for protecting my friend, </div><div>for loving him as thy Son</div><div>for he has the power within</div><div>to follow a brighter Son. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-88283319388035073932012-06-20T11:42:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:11:06.390-07:00The Fragile Death***Writing Tip: Use alliteration to transform your work.***<br />
<br />
It's slivers of silver near<br />
torn satin,<br />
shards of glass from<br />
swaying chandeliers,<br />
broken china<br />
and small porcelain dolls<br />
all shattered<br />
on the same tile floor,<br />
splintering on the way<br />
to the fragile death.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-13990769591348851012012-06-16T21:04:00.000-07:002012-06-16T21:04:02.087-07:00Hair Salon***Writing Tip: Take an everyday location with everyday objects and write a poem about those objects.***<br />
<br />
Headband.<br />
only here for decoration<br />
to sit on top of the world.<br />
Straightener.<br />
to heat up people's problems,<br />
irons merciless and strong. <br />
Ponytail.<br />
To be used and abused<br />
to tie people down<br />
Stylist.<br />
helps all the mechanisms<br />
to help instead of hurt.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-86040826750543959952012-06-16T20:45:00.001-07:002012-06-16T20:45:58.180-07:00If I should wake before I die...***Writing Tip: Use an old adage or poem and re-phrase it, making it new.***<br />
<br />
If I should wake before I die,<br />
I pray the Lord, happiness be nigh. <br />
As now I lay me down to sleep,<br />
I ask that <i>you</i> my soul might keep.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-18318504920163012192012-05-04T06:42:00.001-07:002012-05-04T06:43:24.752-07:00Dear Ed,***Writing Tip: Write a letter to someone in the form of a poem.***<br />
<br />
I was in love with you.<br />
I thought we could have victory together<br />
and take away the dreadful end.<br />
You always told me I was fat,<br />
and I believed you-<br />
stupid me.<br />
With you there is no victory.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-59574616136214722412012-04-19T08:05:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:12:31.940-07:00Hospitals***Writing Tip: Take a place you spend a lot of time at and explain your experiences there using metaphor and simile.***<br />
<br />
The hospital is as lonely as a crowded mall where you know no one.<br />
The clock doesn't move, like they forgot to replace the battery.<br />
The nurses don't have time for you; their clocks are still ticking.<br />
As their clocks go, I put on my happy mask so no one sees me.<br />
I am happy, like a vegetarian eating a hamburger, ready to throw up.<br />
I've eaten at this five star cafeteria enough I think dogs might enjoy it.<br />
I can walk, like a caged animal can run the perimeters of the fence.<br />
I am the kitty in the animal shelter with the lost eyes, "Is this my home??"<br />
Except a cat would never be allowed in this sterile room, like I am not allowed out.<br />
The ten dollar boxes of tissues serve one purpose; no one can see me crying.<br />
I sleep with an IV in my arm, the poor wasp trapped in a bandage so I could sleep.<br />
I'm lost now in this run-down hotel, my vacation home, my hospital.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-79476068055312961762012-04-18T19:32:00.000-07:002012-04-18T19:32:37.403-07:00Be Strong<div>***Writing Tip: Is there someone you just cannot talk to or that refuses to talk to you? Write about it and see if you can discover why. Remember, actions speak louder than words for this one. ***</div><div><br />
</div>We can have ice cream<div>watch girly TV</div><div>spend time talking about nothing</div><div>But no tears can fall. </div><div><br />
</div><div>A piece of my heart</div><div>can sit on the couch</div><div>but I can't make him read it. </div><div>Too many walls are between us. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I can type up a story</div><div>listen to music</div><div>and dance</div><div>But I'm not allowed to be happy. </div><div><br />
</div><div>No tears can fall,</div><div>too many walls are between us,</div><div>I'm not allowed to be happy;</div><div>We all have to be strong. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-8560352095198586692012-04-13T13:14:00.000-07:002012-04-13T13:14:41.846-07:00Delicate Beauty***Writing Tip: Think of a person's hands. Use line one to describe them and line two to describe what she is doing with them. With line three use a metaphor about an exotic place, then in lines five and six write what you would ask this person. Use line five to convey an answer that shows understanding of part of what you asked.***<br />
<br />
Her hands were ivory, thin and smooth, yet fragile like glass waiting to shatter.<br />
Water slipped through her fingers as she cupped her hands in the lake's crystal depths.<br />
Crystal depths that shone in the rain, lights near the Eiffel Tower.<br />
Was she the thin piece of magic that held the delicate tower together?<br />
Would Paris taint her beauty?<br />
Her faint smile lingered, "my beauty is strong."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-83018530495454765952012-04-05T16:43:00.001-07:002012-04-05T16:48:59.997-07:00Souvenirs***Writing tip: Give yourself one minute to make a list of the first things that come to your mind. They do not have to be in any order or in regards to a single event. (I use eleven events in this poem). When the minute is over, place the words into a list poem.***<br />
<br />
A book's faded pages,<br />
flowers never received,<br />
bamboo, Koi<br />
park, laughter, and wind,<br />
his sweatshirt and leather jacket<br />
a cave, shoes on wet pavement,<br />
Arches National Park,<br />
slipping, falling,<br />
a picnic, spring break,<br />
playing it safe,<br />
living room couch, pillows,<br />
talking with a guarded heart,<br />
panic, don't know what to say<br />
do you care?<br />
the girl always left out,<br />
in the theater, programs, ticket stubs,<br />
dead flowers,<br />
a vintage clock,<br />
a camera with sad souvenirs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-71531732999425416522012-03-30T18:44:00.002-07:002012-04-05T16:51:37.336-07:00Passport***Writing tip: Give a poem some personality. Write the first stanza in the personality of one character, write the second in the personality of another, then use the third stanza to list what they have in common.***<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Ironed clothes folded in neat packages</div><div class="MsoNormal">A book new, no cover bent</div><div class="MsoNormal">Loaded into a square, tan suitcase</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sundress, t-shirts, make-up and body spray</div><div class="MsoNormal">Novels with bent spines and folded pages</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shoved into a pink patterned suitcase</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The passport photo hidden away</div><div class="MsoNormal">In a black backpack or neon purse</div><div class="MsoNormal">Awaits its journey for better, or for worse. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-75443968520306362092012-03-30T17:55:00.001-07:002012-04-05T16:55:21.333-07:00Repelling***Writing tip: choose a familiar phrase (here I use the needle in the haystack). Use five of the following words: cliff, needle, voice, whir, blackberry, cloud, mother, lick. You have ten minutes and only ten minutes. Set a timer and watch the magic. ***<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Someday my prince will come</div><div class="MsoNormal">Repelling off a cliff. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I can’t climb</div><div class="MsoNormal">But I made it to cloud #9</div><div class="MsoNormal">Searching for the needle in the haystack. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Mother love brought me</div><div class="MsoNormal">But now it’s in my hands. </div><div class="MsoNormal">What am I doing</div><div class="MsoNormal">On a ledge made of stone? </div><div class="MsoNormal">My fear of heights might kill me</div><div class="MsoNormal">But not before my prince will come. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-45643133470979425362012-03-26T16:40:00.004-07:002012-03-27T07:15:48.339-07:00Lost<br />
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***Writing Tip: This may sound a little pessimistic or negative, but write down a list of things you have lost in the last year. You will find it illuminates what you do have and opens your mind for writing. *** </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My freedom</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My friends</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My happiness</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My outgoing social personality</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My hunger</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My time</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My independence</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My ease</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My openness </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My childhood</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My family</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My peace</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My sleep</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My ability to trust</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My rational thought</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My light</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My self-confidence</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My ability to not stress over little things</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My ability to not get sick easily</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My desire to exercise</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My ability to feel beautiful </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My idea that I was normal </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My positive perspective on the world</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My tears</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My escape from silence</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My desire to go on in life</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-86963717457928528022012-03-26T16:35:00.001-07:002012-03-26T16:35:39.434-07:0065 Roses Placed on a Grave***Writing Tip: Pick a hardship in your life and write a four line poem about it, using the first line as an introductory sentence. Put the idea out there but don't delve too deep, you just need to get your mind thinking. Here I use Cystic Fibrosis, otherwise known as 65 Roses, a terminal illness I have. ***<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sixty five roses placed on a grave...</div>
<div>
Seeing you now, you are here to save. </div>
<div>
Each child like me is on the road home,</div>
<div>
But the length of the pathway can never be known.<br /><div>
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***Writing Tip: Think of physical things left over from different points in your life and explain what they say about you, using a list poem format. ***</div>
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Koi from my the one who saw me</div>
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Bracelet from a junior high crush</div>
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Hospital band after a break-up</div>
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Chapstick to show I am always cracking</div>
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Dishes to show I like to cook</div>
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Books to show my love for reading</div>
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A stained pillow from nights cried to sleep</div>
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A song in my head from fourth grade hard times</div>
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Sandals from when I had big shoes to fill my senior year</div>
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Ballet shoes from lost dancing days</div>
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A crown from Jr. Miss when I felt special</div>
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An angel to give me courage </div>
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Prescriptions to show my physical hardships</div>
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Maroon colored shirts to show the winter I feel inside</div>
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Apple cider to warm me up on cold days</div>
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A computer to show my love for English</div>
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The wishes in a wooden box for my family and I</div>
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A swing set to show a carefree childhood</div>
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White Christmas lights to show my love for the light</div>
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Lotion to soothe my skin and heart</div>
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A journal: love and pain.</div>
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***Writing tip: Take key words from 3 different news stories and piece them together to make one poem. Here I used a railroad story (pose, photos, railroad tracks, eerie, echoes, severed), a prison story (guard posts, suicide, hope, earthquake, I, die), and a stress story (step, has become, fog, plod, churns, acute, pain, heart).***</div>
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My Story:</div>
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This bounce in my step has become a plod</div>
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I pose for photos and pretend to look the part</div>
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Eerie isolation clouds hope with acute pain</div>
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Guard posts fog Mount Everest </div>
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Suicide leads my weak hand</div>
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….I die. </div>
<!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-21130777999971997732012-03-26T15:56:00.001-07:002012-03-26T15:56:20.927-07:00The Problem***Writing Tip: Sit and eavesdrop sometime. Incorporate dialogue from all the members of a table or group and see what you can come up with. Here I used direct quotes from four friends I listened to on my lunch break. ***<div>
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<div>
The problem is not macro. </div>
<div>
I just want to be his friend. </div>
<div>
I am stressing out. </div>
<div>
Because I hit on him anyway. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
This test is terrible. </div>
<div>
What do I do now?</div>
<div>
You say I will do fine,</div>
<div>
but I got slapped silly. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I don't have time to deal with this. </div>
<div>
I can't handle the guys around here. </div>
<div>
I didn't want a ton of stress,</div>
<div>
But I've fallen for one of the "untouchables." </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My life is on the line,</div>
<div>
but he is quiet and nice. </div>
<div>
This thing is going to kill me</div>
<div>
before he even drives me home. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The biggest problem</div>
<div>
is that I fell for a guy. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-18430128923094396752012-03-24T21:33:00.000-07:002012-03-27T07:07:14.519-07:00Covers***Writing Tip: Make note of what you think about just before bed. In the morning write down what you feel and what life would be like without that feeling. ***<br />
<br />
My eyelids are heavy<br />
the covers are his arms<br />
I burrow down farther, lost in his love<br />
sending shivers up my spine<br />
we talked for hours<br />
late into morning<br />
my body is tired<br />
my heart is alive<br />
I smile.<br />
<br />
But he is gone<br />
while I sit alone with my heart and dreams<br />
I don't want to go<br />
face the absence of his smile<br />
see his back in the lonely crowd<br />
hear his voice in the whisper of the wind<br />
he is gone<br />
so I snuggle farther into the depths of the covers<br />
hiding a frown.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-51365337730176496382012-03-24T21:26:00.000-07:002012-03-27T07:09:20.920-07:00Falling in Love***Writing Tip: Take a natural question and try to answer it as if you knew nothing about the subject. You do not have to come up with an answer, just seeking is a journey itself. ***<br />
<br />
Mother told me of her story.<br />
She said she just fell in love.<br />
I wonder what it's like<br />
to just fall in love.<br />
Diving for the first time<br />
into cool water?<br />
Or tumbling<br />
over a sharp ledge?<br />
<br />
Is falling in love<br />
like sinking into a warm bed?<br />
Or jumping into<br />
a pile of freshly raked leaves?<br />
A painting<br />
with new pastels?<br />
What it's like<br />
to fall in love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-30721529536482907182012-03-24T21:17:00.001-07:002012-03-27T07:10:22.061-07:00Fire***Writing Tip: Choose one inanimate object and explain a moment in your life using this prop.***<br />
<br />
Flickering shadows trim the doorway,<br />
fire is etched in my face,<br />
the fire blazes as my life,<br />
my heart burns with the memory,<br />
flames devour every piece of my heart,<br />
licking my wounds with their flame,<br />
red eyes burn with unshed tears,<br />
the fire blazes hotter,<br />
passion is red as the dripping rose,<br />
my broken heart bleeds at the core,<br />
and yet the fire burns on<br />
...the fire burns on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549330252436507920.post-41822588501693263602012-03-24T21:13:00.001-07:002012-03-27T07:12:01.736-07:00You Will Never See*** Writing Tip: Poetry is about what you feel, not what you say. Who are you inside?***<br />
<br />
A smile through tears,<br />
heart hidden inside,<br />
sorrow gone,<br />
but to the discerning eye,<br />
laughing with friends,<br />
and longing for love,<br />
optimistic forever,<br />
but when alone,<br />
strong and victorious,<br />
as I'm dying inside,<br />
depressed at each turn<br />
while I whistle and play<br />
you will never know<br />
you will never see.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0