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i drink lime juice straight from bottle
standing up in front of the fridge
at two in the morning
and eat pretzels dipped in
mayonnaise and i am still
wearing her shirt.
the mix cd she made me
won't play
on my hello kitty boom
box.
i stare at a watery beer
for twenty minutes
in the hard light of
my kitchen.
and i don't want to let
her go and i don't want
love to ever hurt like this.
and i don't want her to
fuck other guys on the
roof where she kissed me.
and i don't want gil scott
heron to have stopped writing
poems and i don't want
a lot of things and it doesn't
even matter.
i put the beer back
and drink more lime juice.
the acid calms my spinning head,
it's strange how that
happens, sometimes.
standing up in front of the fridge
at two in the morning
and eat pretzels dipped in
mayonnaise and i am still
wearing her shirt.
the mix cd she made me
won't play
on my hello kitty boom
box.
i stare at a watery beer
for twenty minutes
in the hard light of
my kitchen.
and i don't want to let
her go and i don't want
love to ever hurt like this.
and i don't want her to
fuck other guys on the
roof where she kissed me.
and i don't want gil scott
heron to have stopped writing
poems and i don't want
a lot of things and it doesn't
even matter.
i put the beer back
and drink more lime juice.
the acid calms my spinning head,
it's strange how that
happens, sometimes.
Literature
12
The anger fades over time
even while I'm angry
the edges fade and break and crumble
the lot turns to a black sludge
it falls from my mind
fills up the hollow spaces
the empty pieces in my heart
the ventricles overflow, ooze
I have become a thing I hate.
Literature
Write-a-Novel Exercise 1.2
Disclaimer
The following is a typed out version of chapter 1 “Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone” by J.K. Rowling. This is not an original piece of work but a one-page excerpt typed out, by hand, for the purpose of commentary and education. I am not trying to “improve” the original text, only learn about writing by altering it for different effects and to learn the techniques that Rowling masters so well.
Chapter one - Original version
Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into
Literature
11 pm thoughts
I've decided that
I'm me.
I'm ash from bones
eroded by words of acid
and purple black skin
that's turning yellow
even if I'm not truly healing
these bruises,
they scar.
I'm ice from glares
of green eyes that I do not recognize
as my own
because I've always wanted to look in the mirror and see
kind eyes.
I see a stranger.
I'm not fiery
I do not attract people like moths to a flame,
my flame is almost out, barely flickering
I'm cold, I'm blue
and everyone's favorite color is red.
I'm not brave
most of the times I'm afraid to get out of bed in the morning
but goddamnit I try
and fail
and fail a bit better the next day
and start all over a
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Lime juice sounds awesome. And so it this poem. It's kind ... of angry in a way that's resigned and it makes me a little angry as well. At no one really. Just generally angry.
ANYWAY, I love how this poem starts. It's so casual and yet the theme gets deeper. I like that.
ANYWAY, I love how this poem starts. It's so casual and yet the theme gets deeper. I like that.