"Finally facing my waterloo..."
So I wanted to write some poetry. Unfortunately, that's a bit easier said then done. I spent a good while just sitting there, pen to paper, hoping for something. Sometimes, not often, this works. Then I decided, while watching Mamma Mia for the 12th time, to transcribe a couple of the songs and analyse them to help get my brain in the right place. So I transcribed "Money, Money, Money" and "Mamma Mia" and then I labeled each part of the songs; verses, chorus, bridge etc. After that I mapped out the rhyme scheme (a b b a, a b c d, etc.). I wasn't sure if any of this would actually help but I figured it had to be better then nothing. Well I actually managed to write a song and a poem. They're not fantastic, but they have form and fairly original rhyme schemes. So at least I now have a jumping off point. I'm posting them here, behind cuts. Read them if you want.
She
Erin Elizabeth Cowan
As a little girl,
she was always a reader.
Too bad no one warned her;
books couldn't teach her.
When she got older;
the change settled in.
Those words, once so clever,
now left her worse for the weather.
Who could have known?
Who could have told her?
The pain that swept through her;
she would blame on her fears.
Out in the scarred world;
the girl tripped and faltered.
Those pen and paper tools,
now no longer a wonder.
Her life was slipping through the cracks;
she couldn't catch a break.
Most of the smiles she gave
were genuinely fake.
Who could have known?
Who would have told her?
The pain that swept through her;
matched only by tears.
Ages past by,
years on a shelf.
Her life collecting cobwebs;
no emotions left to quell.
Last thing gone was her memory,
scraped away like dried eggs.
later on her eyes,
followed soon by her legs.
When she got older
Those words, once so clever,
now left her worse for the weather.
Who could have known?
Who would have told her?
Those words kept so tucked away;
would forever leave her colder.
Not sure why it turned out so dark, but that's what happened and I didn't want to edit the content too much. Generally when I try to force a direction out of anything, it never works. I have to just let it flow through me naturally.
Two
Erin Elizabeth Cowan
One boy and one girl,
walked together.
One boy and one girl;
dressed in leather.
One boy said to one girl,
"Who says we aren't fun?"
One girl says to one boy,
"Honestly, pretty much everyone."
One boy and one girl
laughed together.
One boy and one girl;
forever and clever.
One girl said to one boy,
"Would you like to see my gun?"
One boy said to one girl,
"Where'd you get that, hun?"
One girl and no boy,
walked together.
One girl and no boy;
Forever and never.
That's it.
She
Erin Elizabeth Cowan
As a little girl,
she was always a reader.
Too bad no one warned her;
books couldn't teach her.
When she got older;
the change settled in.
Those words, once so clever,
now left her worse for the weather.
Who could have known?
Who could have told her?
The pain that swept through her;
she would blame on her fears.
Out in the scarred world;
the girl tripped and faltered.
Those pen and paper tools,
now no longer a wonder.
Her life was slipping through the cracks;
she couldn't catch a break.
Most of the smiles she gave
were genuinely fake.
Who could have known?
Who would have told her?
The pain that swept through her;
matched only by tears.
Ages past by,
years on a shelf.
Her life collecting cobwebs;
no emotions left to quell.
Last thing gone was her memory,
scraped away like dried eggs.
later on her eyes,
followed soon by her legs.
When she got older
Those words, once so clever,
now left her worse for the weather.
Who could have known?
Who would have told her?
Those words kept so tucked away;
would forever leave her colder.
Not sure why it turned out so dark, but that's what happened and I didn't want to edit the content too much. Generally when I try to force a direction out of anything, it never works. I have to just let it flow through me naturally.
Two
Erin Elizabeth Cowan
One boy and one girl,
walked together.
One boy and one girl;
dressed in leather.
One boy said to one girl,
"Who says we aren't fun?"
One girl says to one boy,
"Honestly, pretty much everyone."
One boy and one girl
laughed together.
One boy and one girl;
forever and clever.
One girl said to one boy,
"Would you like to see my gun?"
One boy said to one girl,
"Where'd you get that, hun?"
One girl and no boy,
walked together.
One girl and no boy;
Forever and never.
That's it.