
This is a collection of short stories and poems written for my Creative Writing class. Enjoy!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Chapters: 25 - Words: 9,047 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 12-29-08 - Published: 09-09-08 - id: 2569582
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Custom Order Poetry
1st stanza: 9 lines
6 words per line
Subject- Things that are striped
Use words- Solid, staircase, eraser, foot
2nd stanza: 6 lines
9 words per line
Subject- outer space
Use words- tennis ball, bottle cap, clock, fish
3rd & 4th stanza: five lines each, no min. or max length about God using Kindergarten as a metaphor
5th stanza: ten lines, odds are same line repeating, evens don't logically follow previous
6th stanza: suite of seven haiku in the voice and point of view of George Bush who wanted a hot dog
She stares at the
paper, solid
white with its blue, horizontal stripes
running
from one end to another.
She pushes it off the
desk
and it lands by her foot,
covered with eraser shavings
and tears.
The deserted bedroom's
silence echoes
off of the plain painted walls
as she descends
the lonely staircase.
Her soul floats
effortlessly in the emptiness of space,
whishing whispers of
ticking clocks and rainbow colored fish
to the shooting stars
that pass. She wishes for
tennis balls, yellow, fuzzy, and new
for the dogs
homeless and alone. She wishes for bottle caps for
her bottle cap collecting brother. But wishes aren't real.
And neither is
God.
He's as real as the Boogieman
and doesn't give a shit
about you
If he did, you wouldn't
have been doomed to live
this life in this world of death,
hatred, and lies.
No. Fuck the bull
shit.
God is as ridiculous as the candy-coated life you knew
when
you were in kindergarten.
Welcome to reality
where life sucks
and then you die.
Life is a dirty whore.
Wishes aren't true
Life is a dirty whore.
So don't waste your breath
Life is a dirty whore.
Jesus doesn't love you
Life is a dirty whore.
In the end you're dead
Life is a dirty whore.
Nobody cares.
Well, howdy, I care
I care about wars and the
soldiers risking their
lives on enemy
territory because I
won't pull them out of
that wasteland desert.
Actually, ya know what?
I want a hot dog.
Y'all want a hot dog?
A real good, Texas hot dog?
Everyone likes 'em.
I like hot dogs just
as much as I like the war
and shootin' those guns!
Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang!
I'm a awesome president.
Just like my daddy.
Like father, like son.
I'm the best president ever!
Like father, like son.
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