This is the first poem that I am turning in to the prof. It bemoans the fact that I have no idea what the hell I'm doing in this class. It also sucks. Makes sense really ( Read more... )

Assignment two: complete the simile, be creative

tired as a college student during an 8 am class
hot as the muzzle of an AK47 after a gunfight
waves unfurled like whipped cream on a Earl's cake
after shelling the town it looked as if it had been made out of Swiss cheese
disgusting as messy adult diapers
the child trembled like a rickety old pick- ( Read more... )

My lawl-tastic homework for Creative Writing has spawned a new genre of poetry, that of emo shoes. The prompt I chose from the book was: describe a pair of shoes in such a way that the reader will think of death. Do not mention death in the poem.

( Ode to Sketchers )