"Into That"
floor coldeyes shut
the pleading, the begging, the praying...
...if you're into that
lead fists
- like anchors
weighing down any hope of survival
no pleading, no begging, no praying
...you're not into that
breath stops
gasping concludes
once-breaching heart pumps no more life
should've been:
pleading, begging, praying...
pleading, begging, praying...
...should've gotten into that
© Allison Place, 2008
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I wrote that piece in about 20 minutes after learning about Open Form poetry in Creative Writing. I wasn't expecting rave reviews. Well, we got those poems back today and I was just a little excited with how things turned out.
Mr. Tramper wrote on my paper:
Wow! This is perfect! We can send this to publication! Let me know :)
That makes me happy. I will definitely 'let him know'. The thought of being a published writer (even if it is a little poem in a little publication) makes me smile.
No one reads this anyways. I'm just typing it during school so that I can make a MySpace bulletin later and not have to re-type everything. I'm in the practice room in the band room. It's hot. I do not want to go to third hour because I have a test on Huck Finn. I probably should've reviewed or something, but I'm stupid. I took a French vocab quiz last hour and rocked it. I'm reallllllly excited for band because today is Friday and the last practice day before our concert (ON SUNDAY!) and so it will be a run-through day.
Some kid just looked in here and it's creepy.
© Allison Place, 2008
--
I wrote that piece in about 20 minutes after learning about Open Form poetry in Creative Writing. I wasn't expecting rave reviews. Well, we got those poems back today and I was just a little excited with how things turned out.
Mr. Tramper wrote on my paper:
Wow! This is perfect! We can send this to publication! Let me know :)
That makes me happy. I will definitely 'let him know'. The thought of being a published writer (even if it is a little poem in a little publication) makes me smile.
No one reads this anyways. I'm just typing it during school so that I can make a MySpace bulletin later and not have to re-type everything. I'm in the practice room in the band room. It's hot. I do not want to go to third hour because I have a test on Huck Finn. I probably should've reviewed or something, but I'm stupid. I took a French vocab quiz last hour and rocked it. I'm reallllllly excited for band because today is Friday and the last practice day before our concert (ON SUNDAY!) and so it will be a run-through day.
Some kid just looked in here and it's creepy.
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