He may be laughing about how you’ve just stated that you hate writing a villanelle
and that villanelles were in his lesson plan for the day.
That chuckle really means “good luck on this assignment, asshole.”
One cannot overlook your tenacity.
The perseverance it takes to carry on –
dancing with dignity after being stripped.
Relabeled, dethroned, excommunicated
from those you believed to be your peers,
who had always been your peers;
your brothers in timelessness.
But history repeats itself in the cruelest ways.
Just as Hades was denied his birthright,
eldest of his siblings and lord in heritage,
you too were cast to coldness and forced to continue
alone
by decree of those who are but children.
But what do the names of mortals mean?
So, what do they mean when gone?
Fifty seven sunrises between us.
Turn your back for a leisurely moment –
two and a half centuries!
Births and funerals in the lively-paced tedium,
and expired textbooks.
Ninety thousand five-hundred and sixty two sunrises later
and maybe they will reinstate you.
And maybe you’ll laugh coldly at the ever-darting little creatures.
And maybe you won’t even hear them.
An untitled response to “The world is too much with us” by William Wordsworth
I have walked widdershins along the wind,
and talked with dryads tucked away from sight,
and hiding from the day. They cast therein
spell-songs reserved for us who know the Night.
The names, now hidden under vines in runes,
are etched in me like a familial tone
of voice that knew old ways before the tune
was lost. And lost, you look on and bemoan.
The wolves have called me mother, father, child
since long before their howls the noise effaced.
Steel and glass now grow untamed and wild.
No beast or weed could spread at concrete’s pace.
You envy my kin. Why, then, do you weep
when you, just like us, could in meadows sleep?
Poetry class this semester has a much bigger workload than I was expecting. But, I have a spare hour here between classes to post some of the stuff that I’ve been doing. So here ya go.
Of course I said it was alright.
That’s what I’m supposed to say, isn’t it? That’s how I’m supposed to feel.
I’ll stand in the past and watch you two be
what I had always imagined for him and me.
Of course, I know it makes the most sense.
I already had my chance, didn’t I? I already had my break.
So why am I breaking again tonight?
Smiling and lying, pretending it’s alright.
We saw the sun for the first time in three weeks yesterday.
It was the cold brightness of winter shining through our windows, painting the room in golden splendor. I longed to, like a cat, curl up on the windowsill above the radiator with a cup of coffee in hand, surveying the world I had not seen in light for a month. Winds had cleaned the air, uncovering the city from smog like a risen Atlantis. The threat of wet snow was swept away in the night, leaving a blue sky stretching onward forever, broken only by Gothic spires.
The winter day was short, and the golden light quickly turned to a medley of orange and opaque blue. Soon the semblance of warmth faded and left us with dim rooms framed in black window panes. We mourned the death of the sun. We recited elegies like it was a friend departing forever, a glimpse we would never see again - like a comet, the aurora borealis, or some other rarely seen majesty of the cosmos.
The night was clear and beautiful, but no one noticed, since in this city you can never see the stars, anyway. A dull charcoal drapes itself high over top of the buildings, lit up by the garish neon and flashing siren lights. The theater glows like a firefly attracting a mate. Cars move like searching flashlights, leaving no dark corner in the streets. A sickly yellow cascades itself over my head and onto the sidewalk as I walk home to the dark building, the only place to hide from the artificial smiles lit in artificial light, trying so hard to be the dead sun. Alone and in the peace, I close my eyes and surrender to the only true darkness that can be found on earth, submitting to the eternal grey of the city.
We saw the sun for the second time in three weeks this morning.
Like homework?
Or something you can’t walk away from, like cooking.
There is an ape above my head.
He tells me it will all be okay.
I tell him, “No.”
What does he know?
There is no innate wisdom
to a collection of cracks in the ceiling.
30 Day Challenge: Writing Prompts.
Day 1 —
Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
Day 2 —
Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.
Day 3 —
Write about the worst time you’ve ever put your foot in your mouth.
Day 4 —
Write a story/excerpt to include the line, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
Day 5 —
Pick a letter of the alphabet. Now imagine two aisles of your local supermarket. List everything found in those two aisles that begin with that letter of the alphabet.
Day 6 —
Write about a person who would buy all of those items in Day 5.
Day 7 —
What sets you apart from the crowd?
Day 8 —
Tell your life story from someone else’s point of view.
Day 9 —What was your favorite childhood toy?
Day 10 —
What do you want to be remembered for?
Day 12 —
What is your favorite day of the week?
Day 13 —
Write about a random picture you would find in an envelope of finished prints at Costco.
Day 14 —
Elvis still gets 100 Valentines each year. Tell about one of the people who sent one.
Day 15 —
Create a character who is falsely accused of a crime.
Day 16 —
If we assume ghosts are real, what type of ghost would you like to see?
Day 17 —
Write a short scenario set in the kitchen of a fast-food restaurant.
Day 18 —
Take a reader behind the wheel with the worst driver you’ve ever known.
Day 19 —
Write a list of 25 (or just 5!) things you want to do in your life.
Day 20 —
If you could go on only one more vacation in your lifetime, where would you go and why?
Day 21 —
Find a job ad in the paper. Write about your life if you had that job.
Day 22 —
You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand. How did you get this key? What does it lock or unlock?
Day 23 —
Pretend you’re a cartoon character. What type of a character would you be? What would a day in your life
be like?
Day 24 —
Write about the longest amount of time you’ve ever gone without sleeping.
Day 26 —
Write about your worst habit.
Day 27 —
Make up a near-death experience (unless you have a real one).
Day 28 —
You read about yourself in your brother/sister, girlfriend/boyfriend’s diary. What did you read?
Day 29 —
You are at a cemetery reading gravestones. Write about one of the people you find.
Day 30 —
Write a short entry that ends with the line, “The silver dust of moonlight settled coldly on the night.”
I want to try this
The 100 Most Beautiful Words in English
Ailurophile A cat-lover.
Assemblage A gathering.
Becoming Attractive.
Beleaguer To exhaust with attacks.
Brood To think alone.
Bucolic In a lovely rural setting.
Bungalow A small, cozy cottage.
Chatoyant Like a cat’s eye.
Comely Attractive.
Conflate To blend together.
Cynosure A focal point of admiration.
Dalliance A brief love affair.
Demesne Dominion, territory.
Demure Shy and reserved.
Denouement The resolution of a mystery.
Desuetude Disuse.
Desultory Slow, sluggish.
Diaphanous Filmy.
Dissemble Deceive.
Dulcet Sweet, sugary.
Ebullience Bubbling enthusiasm.
Effervescent Bubbly.
Efflorescence Flowering, blooming.
Elision Dropping a sound or syllable in a word.
Elixir A good potion.
Eloquence Beauty and persuasion in speech.
Embrocation Rubbing on a lotion.
Emollient A softener.
Ephemeral Short-lived.
Epiphany A sudden revelation.
Erstwhile At one time, for a time.
Ethereal Gaseous, invisible but detectable.
Evanescent Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time.
Evocative Suggestive.
Fetching Pretty.
Felicity Pleasantness.
Forbearance Withholding response to provocation.
Fugacious Fleeting.
Furtive Shifty, sneaky.
Gambol To skip or leap about joyfully.
Glamour Beauty.
Gossamer The finest piece of thread, a spider’s silk.
Halcyon Happy, sunny, care-free.
Harbinger Messenger with news of the future.
Imbrication Overlapping and forming a regular pattern.
Imbroglio An altercation or complicated situation.
Imbue To infuse, instill.
Incipient Beginning, in an early stage.
Ineffable Unutterable, inexpressible.
Ingénue A naïve young woman.
Inglenook A cozy nook by the hearth.
Insouciance Blithe nonchalance.
Inure To become jaded.
Labyrinthine Twisting and turning.
Lagniappe A special kind of gift.
Lagoon A small gulf or inlet.
Languor Listlessness, inactivity.
Lassitude Weariness, listlessness.
Leisure Free time.
Lilt To move musically or lively.
Lissome Slender and graceful.
Lithe Slender and flexible.
Love Deep affection.
Mellifluous Sweet sounding.
Moiety One of two equal parts.
Mondegreen A slip of the ear.
Murmurous Murmuring.
Nemesis An unconquerable archenemy.
Offing The sea between the horizon and the offshore.
Onomatopoeia A word that sounds like its meaning.
Opulent Lush, luxuriant.
Palimpsest A manuscript written over earlier ones.
Panacea A solution for all problems
Panoply A complete set.
Pastiche An art work combining materials from various sources.
Penumbra A half-shadow.
Petrichor The smell of earth after rain.
Plethora A large quantity.
Propinquity An inclination.
Pyrrhic Successful with heavy losses.
Quintessential Most essential.
Ratatouille A spicy French stew.
Ravel To knit or unknit.
Redolent Fragrant.
Riparian By the bank of a stream.
Ripple A very small wave.
Scintilla A spark or very small thing.
Sempiternal Eternal.
Seraglio Rich, luxurious oriental palace or harem.
Serendipity Finding something nice while looking for something else.
Summery Light, delicate or warm and sunny.
Sumptuous Lush, luxurious.
Surreptitious Secretive, sneaky.
Susquehanna A river in Pennsylvania.
Susurrous Whispering, hissing.
Talisman A good luck charm.
Tintinnabulation Tinkling.
Umbrella Protection from sun or rain.
Untoward Unseemly, inappropriate.
Vestigial In trace amounts.
Wafture Waving.
Wherewithal The means.
Woebegone Sorrowful, downcast.(via so much to tell you)
Oh
oh my.
B— baka words, I don’t find you… ATTRACTIVE or anything
oh
These are good words
bryton
Serendipity. <3 “Serendipitous” is a really fun exclamation word, and aside from the already good meaning, I always think of the place that serves frozen hot chocolate… which sounds delicious and silly at the same time.
Labyrinthine~ *swooooon*
(via tooraloora)
