Creative Reading: To the Girl I Sat Next to by unworldly-battue, literature
Literature
Creative Reading: To the Girl I Sat Next to
I have no sweet words,
no crooning lines to
flatter, affect and blush,
my words provoke
only images flashing,
one long line tumbling down;
I don't know you, only see you
only receive you
in what way you give
there is a mild kinship
in language we share
like English and American
you have a fair ideal eye
for beauty in the rougher sex
and all the pretty faces
with their oblique features
and dark puppy eyes,
your heart spasms wildly,
listening to you, I can hear
the loneliness that is an arsenic
you refuse to let glide past
always smiling, excited lips;
you are the lioness that wandered
far from pride and clan,
looking
Creative Reading: Overhead by unworldly-battue, literature
Literature
Creative Reading: Overhead
I have a very important job. I'm not just saying that either to make it seem like I'm better than the others, but let's face the facts—without me, teaching would be much harder. So many copies would be needed and so many white board markers used up—or chalk. They still use chalk sometimes. Not to say that those transparency pens wouldn't get used a lot either, but smaller writing means less ink. Less is more is what I believe, but then again, I'm used a lot. There is the great dichotomy of my existence.
One thing I love about my job though, is watching the budding intellectuals (or the budding comedians, because we need to acknowledge this,
Creative Writing: Uncreative Project by unworldly-battue, literature
Literature
Creative Writing: Uncreative Project
Creativity: The invocation of imagination to everyday life; the absence of imagination.
To-Do:
7:00 – Wake up
8:00 – Breakfast
8:50 – Make bed
9:00 – Homework
12:00 – Lunch
2:00 – Class
5:20 – Homework
6:30 – Dinner
7:20 – Dishes
8:00 – Laundry
8:30 – Medication
9:00 – Television
9:30 – Email
11:30 – Bed
Mann: Horror Story I by unworldly-battue, literature
Literature
Mann: Horror Story I
Out there is a website no one knows how to access unless it's emailed to you, because the address is never the same twice. It arrives in your inbox by an unknown sender, but your email provider does not list it as spam. In fact, the subject reads, "Please read me." When opened, you can see that the unknown sender has only sent it to you; there are no other usernames that share common characteristics with yours and it hasn't been sent to other "undisclosed recipients". The body of the message, when you get to reading it, encloses two sentences and a hyperlink. The note reads, "Please don't click the link. You were marked." You go against your
Creative Reading: To the Girl I Sat Next to by unworldly-battue, literature
Literature
Creative Reading: To the Girl I Sat Next to
I have no sweet words,
no crooning lines to
flatter, affect and blush,
my words provoke
only images flashing,
one long line tumbling down;
I don't know you, only see you
only receive you
in what way you give
there is a mild kinship
in language we share
like English and American
you have a fair ideal eye
for beauty in the rougher sex
and all the pretty faces
with their oblique features
and dark puppy eyes,
your heart spasms wildly,
listening to you, I can hear
the loneliness that is an arsenic
you refuse to let glide past
always smiling, excited lips;
you are the lioness that wandered
far from pride and clan,
looking
Creative Reading: Overhead by unworldly-battue, literature
Literature
Creative Reading: Overhead
I have a very important job. I'm not just saying that either to make it seem like I'm better than the others, but let's face the facts—without me, teaching would be much harder. So many copies would be needed and so many white board markers used up—or chalk. They still use chalk sometimes. Not to say that those transparency pens wouldn't get used a lot either, but smaller writing means less ink. Less is more is what I believe, but then again, I'm used a lot. There is the great dichotomy of my existence.
One thing I love about my job though, is watching the budding intellectuals (or the budding comedians, because we need to acknowledge this,
I am just getting wave after wave of second-hand embarrassment from looking at my old writing and characters. Great nostalgia trip, though. A+ for a reality check.
And I really just want to stop looking at the stuff I've written for these classes as assignments. So. Just gonna post them. I will probably update all my loving stalkers with my life at some point, but not right now.
Hey, one of my friends' anime expo pictures from this year credited you as the Queen Elizabeth I cosplayer that was there~ I just wanted to say hi, and to kind of freak out that I found you ^^ I was the Maria Theresa cosplayer~