Penname: KnittingVamp7
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): DERIVATIVE
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): T, I guess. Pretty tame stuff, maybe a couple bad words. Poetry isn't my strong suit, but I'm giving it a go. Totally free verse, don't expect Shakespeare or rhyming. I'm not that creative. ;) I might use all the words I chose, in some variation, or only the five required. Oh yeah, and I made this an EmPOV to be a little funny. Enjoy!
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Prompt: come up with 10 words from the picture given and use at least 5 in an original poem. The 10 words I chose: living, reaching, rocky, surviving, blue, clouds, verdant, sky, earth, tree.
No way did I want to read my poem in front of the class, a sentiment shared with pretty much my entire English class. There were a couple of kids in my class that thought their words were more powerful than what they could ever read in books, words that would change the world and bring peace or some shit, and they couldn't wait to read their "original works". Recycled words from generations past, set to the same tired themes.
Yawn.
Yeah, I come off as a dumb jock, but I do read. Every generation has their rebels, their "world changers" who end up toking up for world peace and waving their lighters around to a little Jimi. Just as every generation has the people who know that dressing in hemp clothing and bitching about "the man" while passing the bong doesn't get anything done and end up working their asses off to keep the world rotating comfortably through the universe. Nothing original.
"Emmett? Your turn to read your poem." My teacher looked mildly interested in what I might have to say. I rolled my eyes at Edward sitting next to me and he snickered as I stood at my desk and smoothed my paper out to read.
"Living day to day,
Reaching to the sky above,
Wondering what could possibly be in the great blue
That can't be found on the rock earth under me.
My feet hold me to the ground,
Roots buried into the verdant land around my being.
Wanting for nothing in this life, but finding unhappiness.
Surviving unwanted sadness, depression over things,
Things that elude,
When there are those that suffer worse.
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Still, I reach for the great blue above,
A tree with branches straining
Toward the clouds above me
And the great unknown."
"Very good, Emmett. Good theme, relating yourself to the earth, talking about inner growth, expanding your vocabulary. You said a lot and gave great imagery without using a lot of words. Great stuff." My teacher smiled at me and moved on to her next victim.
I sat down and folded the poem up, tucking it into my English book.
Edward gaped at me. "No way did you write that."
I masked my laughter as a cough, earning a dirty look from the hippie reading their poem. "Of course I didn't write it. All I could come up with was crap about football, and I know I wouldn't be able to get away with waxing poetic over Rose's tits. I paid Bella ten bucks to make some shit up for me."
"I knew it," Edward muttered. "I'm her boyfriend and I couldn't get her to even help me with my poem and she'll write yours for money. She's a poetry whore."
My laughter couldn't be contained after that and I was sent to the office.
This is for Mal, who encourages me even when I don't know what the hell I'm writing about. :)
Yeah, I wrote that poem. Let me know how crappy it was.
