Just thought I'd let everyone know

I just broke down crying. Why? Because writing sonnets is that hard.

I had a few stanzas written, but they were so awful, I had to start over. I'm so fucking stressed right now. I'm thinking of just taking a zero for this assignment.

Just thought I'd let everyone know.

- Paula

National Poetry Month

We had some good ideas today in class on what we're going to do for National Poetry Month. I liked Courtney's idea of writing poems on really big paper and putting them up around school or the idea of just leaving poems around everywhere. We kind of need to start planning our event so we need to decide what our event is going to be. I think we should figure out what the event will actually be by the end of this week and then begin planning next week before spring break. So just post your ideas and we can all agree on something.

-Melissa

Part of the story

Dear Diary,
Why am I here? Why me of all people? I just don't understand. My date with Adam went so well that night and I should have just let him take me home instead of insisting I take a cab. Everything was going so well. He could've been the one that would be the father of my two boys. Its been so hard for them growing up without a dad. They see other boys on the baseball field playing catch with their dads and all they have is a lousy mother. If I had just gone with Adam this would not have happened. I wouldn't be here in this....this...cage. I'm not an animal and yet he treats me like one. He stuck me in the back of his car after he picked me up on the street after my date and drove me back to his smelly, low class appartment. He shoved me in a dog pen in his basement and he brings meager meals. Mostly gruel and a piece of bread. I don't know what he plans to do with me. He took all of my money and my cell phone. He calls me Moira and I can't stand it. I can't stop sobbing. I can't bear this much longer. What about my kids? Where are they? Did he hurt them? Will I ever see them again? I have so many questions that have been left unanswered, I don't know what to do. I have to remember to hide this paper as soon as I'm finished. I won't talk to him and I definitely won't let him read my thoughts. He absolutely disgusts me. I'll try to write again soon.
-Karen


-Melissa

I need clarification

I signed on in hopes to write a letter but instead I find myself confused...

Who are our characters?

Is this kidnapping nice or mean? (Refer to paula's letter, and melissa's comment)

just answer those questions, please someone!

uhh, and don't forget that our character descriptions are due tomorrow! 

-ellen

vincent,
Again I must call upon your abilities. I would say Im sorry and this is the last time but Im not fucking sorry and we both know that it won't be. I heard you have a new protegy, your in luck im recruiting so when you come to LA bring her with you. Bring her in one piece too.
Cordially
Rane


by matt

Void

I wrote this poem a year ago...


Time fades too fast
Holding you in my arms, I will never give you up.
I try to catch each second and store it for later.
Trying to keep up with you, is near impossible.
I’ll always love you.

My hallowed body caves in around me
Life as I know it, has changed forever.
I close both blinds in your room,
Leaving it, untouched and empty.
I walk out, and close it all behind.
Sometimes goodbyes aren’t that easy.

Expecting to see you walk through the door.
Still having no reason to see you go.
Vacant, and torturing no one should go through this.
I keep pleading for you to come home.

Embrace each day as your last
Some lives get cut off too quickly.
I think about you constantly.
“Remember that time…”
I do. I always will.

-Kate

Deaths point of view

I wrote this shortly after my uncle died a few years ago.  

Looking down from the clouds

i watch the people passing

oblivious

no one notices me

why should they

i am waiting for my turn in their lives

little kids by ice cream

adults go to work

something stirs

a shot is fired below me

my time is now

i descend

i gather up the victim 

and go back to the clouds

waiting for more

it shouldn't be long

Riley

Dear Tim

As soon as I left class today, the ideas in my head started growing and producing offspring. I wanted to write three letters, but I figured it'd be best to start with just one.

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Dear Tim,

I know it's been a while, but I have some exciting news. Remember when you said I'd never find a girl? Well, you were wrong.

She was wearing a lot of make up when I picked her up. She was really begging for it. She's got the sweetest little ass too. I don't know her real name, but I might call her Moira. I think she'll make a good pet.

She's not exactly house broken. I'm still cage training her. She's very aggressive, but I can always beat that out of her. I did manage to get a collar and chastity belt on her.

Keep the faith.

- Vinny

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If no one likes my letter or the direction I'm taking this story in, I will change or delete my letter.

- Paula

story number one

This is part of the story.
Age of kidnapped- 44

(other suggestions)
brown hair
down to earth
takes yoga and kickboxing classes
mother
two kids
"strong" woman

Just Something I Wrote

A Sliver of Chance Wherever We Are

Think of the universe as a giant pool table.
And we are one, small, fast-spinning ball.
Only not as solid or defined.

We depend on the sun.
We depend on our planet's rotation.
We depend on the possibility that some overwhelming mass,
Will not lash out of the depths darkness,
And shatter our existence.

Why are we not dead?
Or are we?
Maybe this is where people go when they're bad.
Made to suffer on a tiny ball with limited resources.

Maybe this is a haven for those who are good.
But then why sentence us to life where we must
Hang on things such as faith and hope
Constantly?

Is that a kind of hell?
Or is not knowing bliss?
Perhaps this really is the Proving Grounds.

Maybe those holding the ques just like watching us spin.



Thankyou,
Luke

Life in a Sand Castle

"I once had lots of pride.
The world was in my hands.
I lived way at the top,
In castles made of sand."

These are lyrics from the song "Gratitude", by Oingo Boingo. I posted them here because I think they epitomize not just the frailty of our egos, but the frailty of life in general. If you're interested check the song out here.

Danny Elfman was so hot when he was younger. Shit, I still think he's hot.

Anyway, my stupidly pious mother is at choir practice. My brother is at school. My dad is asleep. I am essentially alone, and taking advantage of the much needed solitude. After being surrounded by jerks all day, and coming home to the family I hate, I really don't mind being alone. Although, I'm not really alone. I have friends, and a boyfriend, a boyfriend who happens to write surrealist prose (that's what he calls it). Y'all should check out his livejournal. He hasn't posted anything on there in a long ass time, but the stuff is still worth reading. And no, Shayne Amwell is not his real name.

Eh. I guess I should post something of my own up here. Alright. Here are the lyrics to the first song I ever wrote. The lyrics by themselves are kinda lame, but with the music they are less lame. It's a nice coming-of-age song. Actually, it's about abortion. The piano part that goes to this song is mostly improv over the same three chords: G major, F major, and C major. I know. It's the most abused chord progression. I'm not too proud. The song is called "Girls".

Just a couple of years ago
We were as pure as possible
Clean as possible

Now it doesn't seem so simple to me
We were infected
We learned a new language
We learned what our bodies were for

And

We were girls (x3)
(naughty little girls)

Just a couple of months ago
We were as common as possible
Normal as possible

But when you broke the news to me that day
I knew things would be different
They had to be different
They had to affect us some way

Cause

We were girls (x3)
(stupid little girls)

Just a couple of days ago
We were having a good time
Having a great time

Now you are telling me how bad it was
You say it was painful
It must have been painful
That’s all growing up ever was

When

You’re a girl (x3)
(in a man’s world)
girl, you’re a girl
you’re a girl
(in a man’s world)

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That's it for tonight, folks!

- Paula