poetry awfulness

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i had to work with nappily girl on a poem

we were like ok lets just start a random poem and just write down everything we say like a transcript

this is what we ended up with

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aaaaaaaugh horrible poems in class today

this one girl wrote some EPIC LONG SHIT which was two full pages (or well the front and back of a paper) like ENTIRELY FULL OF TEXT and it took her like FIFTEEN MINUTES TO READ IT ALL and it was some poem about SOME GOBLIN IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE and ALL ABOUT IT and everyone was all WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT WTFFFFF every time she reads a poem the whole class is like OH GODDDDD id copy the whole thing but TWO FULL PAGES OF TEXT (NOT EVEN DOUBLE SPACED) WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT

here are some choice lines:
"your kingdom of sweltering spirits, home to those not dumb (HOME TO THOSE NOT DUMB, REALLY. REALLY)
come join us in our dull lives, bringing chaos along for a drag in the sun"
"don't be daft as dew" BECAUSE DEW, SO DAFT, MY GOD
"your thirst for stealing growls in the pits of your labored guts,
with your zealous quest for gold and grain, never nuts" TRYING SO HARD TO RHYME
"you walk with the undamned, a mind most devined (sic)" SIGH
"disappearing like the mightiest of bears" what.
"they protect themselves and kill you happily
has that thought never been drilled into your minds when you are not most nappily"

NAPPILY. NAPPILY. NAPPILY

and then this other guy:

"So many memories, so many trials,
So many broken hearts and pains
I was led through hell and back
as the blood flowed through my veins" /WRIST /WRIST /WRISTTTTT
"I was cursed from the start"
"Away from the memories so painful"

/SOBS

/JUST SOBS

but on a cool note one of the other girls was all I WANNA ILLUSTRATE YOUR POEM and she is painting something based on the zombie apocalypse which is really cool

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ok what poem do i bring tomorrow to class

WROTE A RANDOM POEM IN CLASS, linking it cause I liked it :|

http://gunsilver.livejournal.com/4145.html

no terrible poetry today, we just went to the museum, so you can go ahead and mock mine if you want

ETA: PSSTTT TEAM FORTRESS FANS: http://amatmods.livejournal.com/10426.html

YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO JOIN US

-- esp. whoever it was on my flist that played RED Engie, CMONNNNNN

eXPLODING dinos: OH GOD POETRY CLASS
eXPLODING dinos: some guy write this really homosexual poem
JacksApathy: is it particularly awful --- ffff
eXPLODING dinos: about waking up with some other man in a bed
eXPLODING dinos: "Were you testing my sexual restraint?
Because your lips were calling to mine"
eXPLODING dinos: I STARTED CRACKING UP IN CLASS
eXPLODING dinos: then this guy named frank saw me and started cracking up too
JacksApathy: fffffff
eXPLODING dinos: then this other guy named anthony saw and laughed TOO and afterward the guy was all
eXPLODING dinos: so i saw you guys giggling a lot was something funny
eXPLODING dinos: we were like UHHHHH

He rhymed "your lips were calling to mine" with
"because i couldn't resist someone so fine"

I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING

AHSKTJHGSKJTGHSKTJGHSKJGSFKNGSFKJGNSKGJHSTKJHSKFJHKJFH

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now, go ahead and tell me what an ass i am

THE "i've always wanted to tell you" MEME

EAT UP YOUR EYE: POEMS TIME!!
eXPLODING dinos: "i keep my chin held high and do my best to stand tall"
eXPLODING dinos: auuuuughhhh
eXPLODING dinos: "under the willow tree your ashes have been spread"
EAT UP YOUR EYE: /slits wrists
eXPLODING dinos: "i can't believe you're gone. you're an angel instead"
eXPLODING dinos: auuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh
EAT UP YOUR EYE: HAHAHAHA THIS IS MY FAVORITE CLASS
eXPLODING dinos: its so terrible
EAT UP YOUR EYE: exactly

yukitsuyk: That's kind of sweet. Did a thirteen year old write it?
eXPLODING dinos: NO this is my college poetry class
yukitsuyk: ....
yukitsuyk: /SIGH your class.

miruvix: "i can't believe you're gone. you're an angel instead""
miruvix: are you serious
eXPLODING dinos: i am serious
miruvix: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKEnflaejwf
eXPLODING dinos: "the months before your passing were the heardest ive endured. while your spirits [sic] everlasting, your beautiful smile is obscured"
eXPLODING dinos: i was like r u srs

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WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

eXPLODING dinos: "It always seems to begin the same, / It's the same fight with a different name. / I can't help but be scared, but like a / Solar eclipse, I can't help and stare"
eXPLODING dinos: what
miruvix: ????
EAT UP YOUR EYE: ... what
EAT UP YOUR EYE: also solar eclipse was a shitty example
EAT UP YOUR EYE: car crash would have been better. ... unless he was talking about one already...
eXPLODING dinos: "it slams shut, with another chapter done / i hold onto you tight mr. bear because / im only four years old and with only / one kind of story to share"
eXPLODING dinos: yeah because 4 year olds know all about solar eclipses

( more awful poetry from class )

if anyone actually in my class finds my lj im so fucked HAHAHAHAHA

oh god my poetry class

I'll just c/p the most horrible bits

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GAGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass -
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen, then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.

-Stephen Dobyns

I want a ______________ love.

Fill in the blank.

William Carlos Williams - This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

BRB classing on 4 hours of sleep

The moon looked really close today, like I could reach into the sky and touch it. I had a poem about this in my head, but I'm afraid that I've now lost it. Isn't it sad, when you find a scene that just begs you to write it, but you can't seem to stop for beauty because there are more important things beside it? And afterward, all you recall is that you never did it. What was I rushing off to, then, that time did not permit it? And now I'm left with a poem shaped hole that would be whole if I had kept it. I had a chance to touch the moon with words today, but I have gone and left it.

Laptop is dying extremely. Brb forever