Writing a Sonnet Lexi Velte
Writing a sonnet is no piece of cake Trying to make sense of all of the rules Some random words do not a sonnet make The writing of sonnets is not for fools My poem writing skills are not the best Shakespeare made writing sonnets look easy All of this structure is making me stressed Will writing sonnets ever be breezy? Iambic pentameter; end rhyme scheme So many guidelines I must adhere to At least my sonnet has stuck to its theme Three quatrains down one couplet to get through A decent sonnet I hope I have spun There you go, Shakespeare, my sonnet is done.
Paper, Pen, Paper
Ashley Guiler
Paper, pen, paper Pencil, lead, paper Erasing, paper crease Scribbles, stray marks Paper, pen, paper Pen, ink, paper Permanent mistake Crimple crumble paper Throw it away Paper, pen, paper Assignment given Assignment due 16
The Echo
This time when she left her bathroom she went into her room just for the keys when she noticed a muddy stain on the floor. A footprint much bigger than her own. On the wall the clock stopped. It began to count backwards and her knees felt weak. Her skin felt like it was on fire, burns and bruises in the shapes of handprints rose up like welts on her body. Screams once caught in her throat echoed around the room and the stains on her cheeks came back with the rivulets of tears from eyes shut tight. Teeth pulled at cuticles already bleeding again as she fell to her bruised knees just to curl in on herself. One hour. Thirty seven minutes. Twenty five seconds. The front door opened, the clock stopped. Her heart stopped. A man, with feet much bigger than her own, came in to lay his hand down on her shoulder. Beneath it her skin burned, and a welt began to raise. “Are you going to be good today?” Her eye were stuck to the clock. How long? How long? No escape from time.
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