Sonnet
tomandakaulitz and I have to write a social protest in sonnet form for Honors English.
I think we both picked rather difficult subject matters: I won't say mine, I want you to guess, but Tomanda's is suicide.
I feel a bit in over my head, but I'm curious to hear Tomanda's.
I'm also curious to read emveytrend 's fanfiction-- and I would right now, but I just wanted to post what I've written so far for my sonnet.
A premature fetus in a trash bag
a tiny, bloody hand grasping out for life,
pulled out by hooks and placed in dirtied rags
Mama's eyes, Papa's, docter's-- cold as knives
You are an organism-- incomplete;
reduced to a nuisance-- monstrosity
they don't see the blood pooling at their feet
and yet you are called the atrosity
Blah, blah, blah, that's all I have.
SCREW YOU IAMBIC PENTAMETER.
The end. that's all I have for now because I have a crap-ton of homeowork to do, two books to read, a shower to take, and bed to try to sleep in. Oh, and my throat hurts. Whoop-dee-freaking-dee.
I think we both picked rather difficult subject matters: I won't say mine, I want you to guess, but Tomanda's is suicide.
I feel a bit in over my head, but I'm curious to hear Tomanda's.
I'm also curious to read emveytrend 's fanfiction-- and I would right now, but I just wanted to post what I've written so far for my sonnet.
A premature fetus in a trash bag
a tiny, bloody hand grasping out for life,
pulled out by hooks and placed in dirtied rags
Mama's eyes, Papa's, docter's-- cold as knives
You are an organism-- incomplete;
reduced to a nuisance-- monstrosity
they don't see the blood pooling at their feet
and yet you are called the atrosity
Blah, blah, blah, that's all I have.
SCREW YOU IAMBIC PENTAMETER.
The end. that's all I have for now because I have a crap-ton of homeowork to do, two books to read, a shower to take, and bed to try to sleep in. Oh, and my throat hurts. Whoop-dee-freaking-dee.