Junkyard Quotes 7, 8 and 9

"You can be the King Kong banging on your chest."
-The Script

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."
-Taylor Swift

"Probably shoulda washed this- smells like R. Kelly's sheets."
-Macklemore

Improv of " Traveling Through the Dark"

After reading this poem, and before we did the draft in class, I was intrigued by Stafford's use of the impersonal language mixed with the personal. That section "It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:/ that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead" stuck with me. I wanted to try that myself leading to the riff...

Hiding in the woods I spotted a walker-
dead, but dragging feet and gurgling moans along I-20.
It is usually best to stab them in the brain:
a gun is loud; to shoot will make more dead.

**for those who don't watch The Walking Dead...I am sorry.

Improv of "The Promise"

I decided, after reading Sharon Olds' poem "The Promise," that I really liked the last line: "...if the ropes/ binding your soul are your own wrists, I will cut them." So I extended it.

...if the ropes
binding your soul are your own wrists, I will cut them. But,
merely fraying the braided wool laughs
at the quaking desperation
of my fingers.

Junkyard Quotes 4,5 and 6

"being told I'm gorgeous makes me feel like money bouncing off my ass after I leave the strip club."

"I'm gonna lock you in a closet and bury that closet alive."

"I'm not really a hot dog off a roller kind of guy."

--I can't remember where I heard these...I think the first was something someone tweeted one time, the second was something I heard while on campus and the third was something a friend's father said...

Junkyard Quote 1,2 and 3

" [The root beer soda fountain] is full of dirty water and lies"
-Ashley
*this caught my ear and reminded me of why I loved language so much

"[Childhood is] a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day"
-Tina Fey

"I have two rhinoceroses on my forehead"
-Leah talking about her acne

IT STARTS AGAIN!

Just letting everyone know...FROM TODAY starts the actual blogging cycle again.
That is all.

Welll...

So...I haven't posted in a while...thought I would post something that is new to the blog but older to me. Comments welcomed!

I’LL COOK FOR MYSELF

I don’t know how it got this way,
I know its not alright-
crab-cake Benedicts
keeping me in
backwater Columbus.
I tried so hard, to prove
I wasn’t your property,
dueling for a position above
the welcome mat.
I won’t be stepped on and stepped over
in the end.

*ps. This piece uses a writing technique that a friend told me about- putting other written works inside of your own...It would make me really happy if someone recognized the written work that I used (hint: It's song lyrics)*