I took a creative writing class in 2006 .. below are the poems I wrote for the topics of a memory, a list of words, and an object.
each breath a broken struggle
hungry for the end of a long life lived
what are you waiting for?
we’re all here now
so sad to see you go
we love you
I love you
I love you
after the pinch of the needle
I hear a soft voice coming from a cave
at the bottom of a jagged cliff
an emaciated african girl
holding a small wooden bowl
filled with blackberries
she eats them by the handful.
she looks at me and smiles.
blue-black teeth and starry eyes welcome me to my dream.
tiny folds at the end of each link
a Ball Park’s belly button
who cares what’s in it
ten in a package
eight buns per bag
I eat the extras raw
I’m not sure if this is a prank to get people like me talking but regardless, this is simply amazing.
Proof that World of Warcraft corrupts absolutely…
check out 1:10 WTF?! Son, please keep the remote out of your colon.
Strange that at the end he sorta just comes out of it..
like he was in some kind raging blackout.