Vampire Vocab

A few months back, My language arts teacher announced our poetry unit, where we would have to write ten poems on a variety of mandatory and optional subjects. As an overachiever, I decided “Why don’t I start now?” because, as an awful poet, I expected to make a lot of revisions. We never got around to the unit. I’m going to transcribe one of the poems I wrote, on the mandatory “My Metaphor” (compare yourself to something else). So you all get to learn why I consider myself an awful poet. Oh, you will learn.

My Metaphor

I was dreaming

I went to the knitting closet

and opened it

to find my nest

of yarn balls

bright eggs

neat

perfect

Every one

But, thats not true

One stands out

Different

In a bad way

filled with

thorns

twists

tangles

I pull the ends

work loose the thorns

unravel the knots

until my fingers bleed and ache

It’s no use.

It won’t be flat

It won’t be like the rest

It will always be different

In a bad way.

They say dreams

are reflections

of what you feel

or what bothers you

They represent things.

The tangled yarn?

I think it’s me.

See? What did I tell you? Poetry just isn’t something I can do. Not well, at least. Thank goodness we never got around to the project.

June 12th, 2010
Topic: Life, Ramblings, Writing Tags: Life, Writing

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