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[aid] => mick
[title] => Iambic Pantameter
[time] => 2004-05-31 15:16:14
[hometext] => Longer than most of my poems, and I didn't go back to change any of it so it's very raw. It's definitely an interesting story.
[bodytext] => She liked those neat little titles in bold On top of perfect stanzas of rhyming text The same words flowed in all of her work Beautiful, suicide, dreams, failure, star. Divided into blocks of four even lines each rich with emotion. Sometimes for emphasis she would whip a sentence into italics, and she always gave it perfect punctuation. Iambic pantameter was something that was not optional, so within her perfect rhyme she laced a rhythm every time, She loved her work, always about children and death. Never about birth or gold or a hummingbird or rainclouds or her mother. She never dropped words for "effect" because it made it her look "inarticulate", and she never indented anything, she tried to make perfect rectangles. the____thought___would___dumb ___poet______this_____look____... would it? knew when her writing rocked, she'd tell everyone on her bl to comment and theyd be like wow u r such an awesome writer and she would reply: CoffeeAndPoetry: Thanks, I guess I just love writing a lot. they never even bothered to wonder what she really meant when she told them that He held her close and watched her cry, That afternoon rang with good-bye. and she never told them cuz she didn't have anything in mind she just wrote to be pretty, lol and then this guy who she kinda thought was cute but not really cause she thought he wasnt cultured or w/e told her that her poetry wasnt good and she was like CoffeeAndPoetry: I write what's in my heart. and the guy was like no u dont u write wut u think is pretty , u write wuts in ur brain and then she got really mad and she wrote him a poem like this: Sitting by my bed in a sweater late at night Inside my heart where poems come from there is a fight Which words to erase, which words to write? Because I write from my heart they all sound right. and he said ur stupid, heartbeats dont rhyme at first, not till u find how they really sound, then u can write music around them so it sounds pretty. write me a real poem and she said CoffeeAndPoetry: I don't need to do anything to prove my poetry to you. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of my friends love it. he just said cocky and signed off and she wrote another poem with the bold title in bold and the four line stanzas and everything all nice and lined up and the words were pretty and she didn't have to think about iambic pantameter, and some people bought her books, but they were the rich shallow people that lived in rich shallow towns, and the guy wrote lyrics for his band and everyone loved it and he was BEAUTIFUL, while she attempted SUICIDE, and he wrote about his DREAMS, and while she was a FAILURE who wrote from her brain, he was a heart-writing, heart-touching STAR. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 1223 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Suz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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