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@leon-fleming Ah, my cousins are all boys, but they and my sister and I make a perfect staircase (we’re all only one year apart). Then there’s my youngest cousin, who is eight years younger than me.
Ah, my family’s pretty messed up too. My grandparents were around before the Communists came along, so they’ve been through some pretty crazy stuff. (My great grand uncle’s family as well as another family were murdered to death on the front lawn of the house that’s been passed through my mother’s side for generations.)
I hope you feel better now…? Though I don’t want to discount sad things; they’re important to talk about too.
Lately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
If hours don't turn into days@devastate-lasting Wow. Yeah, that’s true.
@selah-chelyah @leon-fleming
I like how whenever KP sends me the update that either of you posted something, they’re in separate tabs. I dunno why Leon’s in promotions and Selah’s in updates. It’s weird XD.
Also, a poem of 25 lines or longer? I’ve written plenty of poetry when I was younger, several over 25 lines. You want me to post one? Or write one on the spot?
Lately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
If hours don't turn into daysDid I really just write “murdered to death”…
Lately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
If hours don't turn into days@devastate-lasting XD Well, I think we can definitely discuss the promotions and updates here, yeah…
Oh, yeah, write one on the spot. But take your time with it. 🙂
@leon-fleming
Something struck
Like the weight of a truck
And he flew through the air
And hit the wall, filled with pain
And thought he was dying again
But he saw her hair
Hanging down in front of him
And there she was, smiling at him
And helping him up
Apologizing for the excitement that she had
At seeing him.
But he was merely dreaming
Nothing was what it seemed then
And he was drifting away
Into sleep, into night
Until he could no longer see the light
The blood flowed down
And obscured his sight
But was she really there
Welcoming him up the stairs
To a place
Where he could be happy?
Or did he have to die again
Again and again and again and
He opened his eyes once more.
(I’m sorry I only know how to write sad stuff based on stories I make up)
Lately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
If hours don't turn into days@leon-fleming
Bah! A poem? Me? I haven’t written a poem for years, and the ones I wrote then I never want to think about again. That’s not really my forte…
Lol, that’s funny. I wonder why it does that.
Prendre garde ~ I bleed ink
Murdered to death…XD That’s twice as graphic.
Prendre garde ~ I bleed ink
Whoa, that was good. And dramatic! How do you guys do that? So cool. It’s really crazy, too, with your signature at the end like that. XD
Prendre garde ~ I bleed ink
@selah-chelyah Haha thank you! I didn’t even notice the signature at the end lol.
Hmm…then can you write a five sentence story? XD
Lately, it's been on my brain
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If hours don't turn into daysXD Yeah!
It was a cold and windy night. The Indians were sitting around the campfire. The Indian chief stood up and said, “It was a cold and windy night. The Indians were sitting around the campfire. The Indian chief stood up and said…”
XD No really, sorry, I need to go write. My brain is nuts right now. Ugh. 😛
Prendre garde ~ I bleed ink
@selah-chelyah Haha, that’s great. You’re excused :).
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If hours don't turn into days@devastate-lasting Nice poem; now write one in full octosyllabic lines with an AABB, etc rhyme scheme: three to five stanzas long on something you’ve never written about before. You can take your time. 🙂
@selah-chelyah Oh, come on now! 🙂 You can try; it’s really quite simple actually. All you have to do is start writing. Don’t think about rhymes. And I mean AT ALL. Rhyming doesn’t matter. That’s rule number one for someone who doesn’t know how to write poetry. It’s not all about rhyming. Rhyming is just an extra added facet to the package; it adds a musical theme that carries the poem to an extent. But poetry doesn’t lean on rhyming for its backbone. Try this: write out a description of a very emotional scene (don’t worry about content, just the wording), and try to make your sentences as long as you can get them without breaking any rules of English grammar. Focus mainly on description. And write this in prose, not poetry. Somewhere around five to seven sentences long. This should only take around ten to fifteen minutes. Then split that paragraph into lines of eight syllables each. I say eight syllables because that’s a fairly simple meter scale. Then send it to me somehow. Maybe Google Docs?This is just a simple exercise that helps beginners (not that you’re a beginner or anything, or even that you’ll actually do this at all XD) to realize that writing poetry is as easy as drawing a stick figure on a paper with a pencil. You get the bare bones, then add on extra features.
NOTE: Getting the bare bones then adding extra features is just one way of writing poetry.
@leon-fleming Here’s my best shot
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The French fries lying on the floor,
Have been stepped on, and are no more,
The ketchup splattered everywhere,
All over my apron was smeared.
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Pick it up and now try again,
A handful in the frying pan,
Hot oil splatters, burns my skin,
Isn’t my fault my shirt’s too thin.
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“Would you like fries with that, good sir?
It only costs 60 cents more.”
So life is constantly this way,
I’m covered in filth
By the end of the day.
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Lately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
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