Today in poetry, I handed in an open form poem. It's not happy and fun like most of my poetry (depressing poetry is fine, it's just that 80% of the class seems to think that all poetry should be depressing... so I like to write fun poems for variety). I just hope people won't take it too seriously and freak out and tell me I need professional help. I don't. I'm fine, really. Here's the poem:
Hairs whimper when I
twist them around my fingers,
rip them from their land.
Like a tyrant, I betray my minions,
civil war uprooting the jungle.
Hands hostage my inner Rapunzel,
confiscating her locks.
rains the earth.
Trichotillomania triumphs again.
Yes, I made up the word "zorp." It sounded cool. This poem isn't so great. I wanted to turn in my knockwurst poem, but that wasn't really great either. Oh well. Next week we have to write a weird "self portrait" describing the self that lies within us. I'm going to mention humuhumunukunukuapua'as and mannequins at least once. Oh, and Jess took the word "nipples" out of her poem and I yelled at her for it. Well, not in a mean way, just a "but you HAVE to have 'nipples' in there!" kind of way. I yelled that across the room to her before class started when she told me, and people laughed. Hmmm, maybe I should write a poem about nipples and submit it to Golem. That would be hilarious, not to mention completely unexpected (I rarely write about anything remotely sexual except maybe GLBT people, since I'm always worried that my parents will read my writing. Ah well. I've written maybe 4 or 5 really erotic pieces before... gosh, those are embarrassing to read out loud. I wish I could write erotica as well as a certain friend of mine *wink wink* but the only one I've ever been satisfied with has kind of stupid dialogue. Oh well, some people liked my Rocky Horror erotic fanfiction. Hehehe I think those were the only fanfics I've ever written.
Well, I'll be getting back to my stats homework (I did half of it already! Isn't that amazing?), and then it's night night time. Bye!