Hey I'm in a creative writing class at school and figured I'd throw these up here just to see what you think. Feel free to rip em to shreds if you'd like. They're all free verse and I just took them where they went once I started writing. I can't get them to look like I'd like them to in this format but you can get the gist with the line separations and what not. Anyways, here they are...
(Untitled 1)
white washed cinderblock duels
the periphery, the screams.
Low tone mumbling drone under currents
the orchestral howling from sealed doors.
creaky wheels squeal their way down
a hall, unlocked gate buzzing the
white coat through
Agents of Mercy delivering Death’*
next dose; Scythes swing
their wide arcs, curing the few,
the lucky.
Ratchet’s grin like a rabid dogs snarl.
the wheel pierces the silence,
the Scythe commanded,
cart bowing before her under the weight
of the two bodies.
Tax collected,
the Horseman continues its journey,
a chill sweeping the land and minds
of those he passes.
(Untitled 2)
Exhaustion.
Sheer exhaustion.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years.
Exhausted.
Waiting, working, wondering, wishing.
Exhausted.
Hope, love, purpose, _________.
For?
That one shot in the dark
That spark of something new.
(They say) There’s always tomorrow
But who are they?
How do they know?
Demand sources, full page bibliography in MLA, APA, RFS
And every other format
Fingerprint and background check to be sure
They did*’t touch little children
Or have a drunken pee in the bushes
Some crazy college night
back in the day.
Back in the day we had to walk
15 miles uphill in a blizzard just to get our shoes.
It was exhausting.
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That's it for now. They're all kind of def poetry style in a way I think. But I'm just rambling now so yea, feedback is appreciated
EDIT: Oh hello there shiny new page.
(Untitled 1)
white washed cinderblock duels
the periphery, the screams.
Low tone mumbling drone under currents
the orchestral howling from sealed doors.
creaky wheels squeal their way down
a hall, unlocked gate buzzing the
white coat through
Agents of Mercy delivering Death’*
next dose; Scythes swing
their wide arcs, curing the few,
the lucky.
Ratchet’s grin like a rabid dogs snarl.
the wheel pierces the silence,
the Scythe commanded,
cart bowing before her under the weight
of the two bodies.
Tax collected,
the Horseman continues its journey,
a chill sweeping the land and minds
of those he passes.
(Untitled 2)
Exhaustion.
Sheer exhaustion.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years.
Exhausted.
Waiting, working, wondering, wishing.
Exhausted.
Hope, love, purpose, _________.
For?
That one shot in the dark
That spark of something new.
(They say) There’s always tomorrow
But who are they?
How do they know?
Demand sources, full page bibliography in MLA, APA, RFS
And every other format
Fingerprint and background check to be sure
They did*’t touch little children
Or have a drunken pee in the bushes
Some crazy college night
back in the day.
Back in the day we had to walk
15 miles uphill in a blizzard just to get our shoes.
It was exhausting.
---------------
That's it for now. They're all kind of def poetry style in a way I think. But I'm just rambling now so yea, feedback is appreciated
EDIT: Oh hello there shiny new page.
05-May-2010 06:41:48 - Last edited on 10-May-2010 04:06:55 by Timett
