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A poetry excercise
A poetry excercise I saw on Cicada
So, I was looking around on the Slam (before I read the rules and found out that you had to be 14. :( I guess I have to wait until next year), and someone posted this writing exercise where "you just start writing and see what happens and keep whatever you have". So, careless poetry with no editing. I thought it sounded really cool, and thought you guys might want to try it, too!
This is my first try doing it, inspired by a (very) boring Algebra class. Also, I realize I left out some of the major elements that humans are made of (nitrogen, hydrogen, phosphorus) and chemicals that control happiness (oxytocin and endorphins) but at the time, these were the only ones I could remember, and there's no editing!!
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we ourselves are
chemical formulas- we, composed of
carbon and oxygen and calcium,
we, a product of two cells and
46 chromosomes. Our happiness
is dopamine and serotonin, our faces
simply genes- so if we are nothing
but formulas, why is it so hard to
pay attention in algebra?
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Good luck!
submitted by Bluebird
(April 19, 2017 - 8:52 pm)
(April 19, 2017 - 8:52 pm)
I don't know what it would be a fanwork for... who's Uncle Eli? I love the punctuation in this poem, and the last section especially.
(April 30, 2017 - 9:02 pm)
I loved the rhythm! Is this about fencing?
(May 1, 2017 - 10:30 pm)
older
Older, I think I'm getting
Older. Though I still
Laugh at my own jokes and talk with myself, I
Stopped naming the voices in my head.
Older, I think I'm getting
Older. There's not enough room for dessert sometimes,
Older. I think I'm getting older-
No way I was too small to reach the top shelf! I'm a head taller
Than the marks on the wall. Older, I think I'm getting
Older. All of the things I thought
Were so profound before, I
Now think are so childish. Older, I'm getting
Older. I'm stuck in between
Child and adult.
(April 30, 2017 - 9:00 pm)
Aww, this poem makes me so sad, because I can really relate. I like how you repeated the word older a lot.
(May 1, 2017 - 7:02 pm)
Gifted
I am
Gifted
"Gifted and Talented Education Program"
Accelerated program
Advanced for her grade
I am
Gifted
A heavy crown it is I wear
The expectations burden me- hah! Not so.
As tiring as it gets
I am at home
I muse, "how do they not understand?"
"All of this is simple."
It must be that they are not as
Gifted
As I.
(April 30, 2017 - 9:06 pm)
Exhaustion
the young scholar sits
curled, half-naked, in a ball
on her bedroom floor
with months of outfits
strewn in a pile like a throne
neglected, scorned
her head bowed
with the weight of fluorescence
in her eyes,
her skin goose-pimpled
in a last-ditch effort to remain warm,
the usual ways requiring
energy she does not have,
spent hours ago.
she has trained herself to shut out the cold.
her hair cascades
into the space between her legs.
her mind has become
a half-lidded blank, flowing idly
between topics divorced from
herself,
in a small bifurcated hellish place
where there is nothing
but the clothes, and the floor,
and the harsh bluish light,
and the convex hull of her half-naked body.
if she clenches her shoulder blades
just right,
she can almost believe
that she has spread her wings.
(May 2, 2017 - 10:09 pm)
Oh, wow. I can see this poem in my mind- I like the line /fluorescence in her eyes/ and the whole part starting with /in a small bifurcated place... This is amazing.
(May 3, 2017 - 8:22 pm)
hi
Have you seen me?
I've seen myself
but not enough
Do you know where I am?
I think I'm floating in rice
but maybe I'm right where I've always been
Who are you?
I shouldn't care
but I do
What do I look like?
Some days I think I know, I think I like the answer
but do I really know?
Do you like food
I do
but maybe it's obnoxious
Are you okay?
I think I'm annoying you
but maybe I'm not.
........
I kind of like it.
(May 6, 2017 - 2:56 pm)