Author Topic: Me complaining...  (Read 2554 times)

Stephen

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Me complaining...
« on: April 20, 2006, 07:38:43 PM »
About a few high school freshmen who write "poetry" that is absolute crap. So I wrote a poem about it. It was kind of cold, though, so I didn't end up posting it for them to read.

all that they ever write:
    tears over nothing
    loss of my lusted one
    i want this, i need that, i can't live without his lips, his skin
    slit my wrists and watch me die

Poetry, they call it. Art.
Drama, adolescence.
It rhymes! so he's Talented.
It's emotional... so she's Creative.

I'd quote, but it'd hurt my pride... as an Artist.
Shakespeare wasn't Talented merely because he could rhyme.
...that's Seuss you're thinking of.
Poe wasn't Creative solely because he was Disturbed.
That was ...Silverstein?

Style. It's style.
They had
Romance.
Thrill.
Comedy.
Satire.
But it was their adjectives, their nouns; their syntax and metaphors; their wit -- .
Their style made them great.
« Last Edit: June 06, 2006, 11:09:59 PM by axon »

Jake

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Re: Me complaining...
« Reply #1 on: June 06, 2006, 11:11:37 PM »
hey I think we all feel like this sometimes and surely we've all been on the receiving end of your poem once upon a time ;)


BTW I edited your post - SMF include [ pre] tags that keep the original format of your poem :)
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