I tried to be inspired last week so I tried writing a very absurd poem. I wrote this last Friday, I think.
Poem for the Absurd(A Very Miserable Attempt to Write a Poem)
My poetic instincts are kicking inSlapping me hard in the face with his hand;It left a mark, and when I touched it,I realized that it was nothing more than an insect bite.I scratched it and my cheeks grew red,Redder and redder each day–I went to the doctor to have it checked - -He slapped my face, it left a markAnd the doctor said: “Writing poems is not a cinch,But that itch, my dear,Will surely make you a witch.”
I know. It’s very weird. Find the symbolism, though.
It’s been a while since I haven’t written anything. I haven’t written a short story so far. My last short story to date was the one I wrote for Creative Writing class when I […]

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