20 Things I Did

I found myself in a place so distant.
I brought myself to a place so familiar.
I grabbed his sheets and pulled them over.
I grabbed a coffee on the way to work.
I bought some glitter with his money.
I went to a friends and ignored some calls.
I drank three coffees the next day.
I cried in front of too many people to count.
I ended up back in his bed.
I wore only black lace.
I laced my words with seductive meaning.
I felt things I swore I'd never feel again.
I accepted a coffee and it all started.
I looked around at the pile of books.
I piled the sheets like mountains around me.
I fell down a rabbit hole.
I did some things that I can't speak.
I haven't worn the glitter yet.
I tried to wash him away but just won't leave.

Make a replacement poem

Peasant Wedding by William Carlos Williams

Pour the wine bridegroom
where before you the
bride is enthroned her hair

loose at her temples a head
of ripe wheat is on
the wall beside her the

guests seated at long tables
the bagpipers are ready
there is a hound under

the table the bearded Mayor
is present women in their
starched headgear are

gabbing all but the bride
hands folded in her
lap is awkwardly silent simple

dishes are being served
clabber and what not
from a trestle made of an

unhinged barn door by two
helpers one in a red
coat a spoon in his hatband

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Drizzle the cream Londoner
when after she the
enchantress was enraptured his hands

tight at her waist a twinge
by rich perfume was upon
the bedsheets beyond him the

gardens flushed by pearlescent moons
the pillows are lonely
here was a cup above

the nightstand the lush coffeemaker
was hollow boy in his
luxurious skin is

lacking fully yet the enchantress
hips collapsed in his
legs by easily fierce complex

drinks are belonging finished
beers and coffees
against a mind taken of an

touched silk heart from one
lipsticks two on a pink
lip a branch on her horizon

I arrived at this poem simply by following through with my first thought at starting at the first line.  I just kind of let it flow from there and tried to keep the over idea of the poem consistent.  It was random at first but once I wrote out that first line I saw an image in my head of what I wanted the poem to create so I did my best to describe that feeling that I felt.  It was also actually much more difficult than I anticipated.  I didn't expect it to be easy by any means, especially with the way I write, but I think it just ultimately showed me that I need to work on my grasp of figures of speech.  It also might have been a touch more difficult because I didn't want it to just be random, even though I do love random and abstract writing as well.  Today I just wanted a clear vibe to create the picture I was seeing/feeling in my mind.

Steal from yourself to make a found poem

I'm watching some terrible show This Is Us.  I'm only watching it because Jess from Gilmore Girls is in it.  And I'm still really pissed about the way Gilmore Girls ended.  Not the regular series, well actually that too.  But even more so the reboot.  Why would you not put Rory and Jess together?  Everyone knows they were meant to be.  I hate to sound cliche but it's completely true.  Logical even, to have them end up together.  The literature, the books alone were enough of a reason.  No one else ever made sense for her in the way he did.  No one else was an equal match.  Your gonna tell me lackluster boring dumb Dean was a match for her?  Or the entitled trust fund rich boy prick who also happens to have the personality of a paper towel, Logan was the love of her life?  No.  It was Jess.  It was always supposed to be Jess.  I'm also trying to choose between having some Twix or some Kit Kats, but screw that I'm having both.

backwards- twix, Jess was it, trust entitled, match equal,  even logical, Jess and Rory
forwards- well actually, books alone, no one else, lackluster, no, choose between, having both

Jess was it.
No other match was equal,
no other books alone
could stand on the same shelf.
Jess and Rory
Well actually, Rory and Jess.

No one else
even logical Twix,
could compare.
Lackluster, lacking trust
entitled and having both
could bring her to choose between. No.

I basically just pieced it together as best as I could, making obvious sense as to what I was trying to get at.  I clearly have a hang up about this show and how it ended.  Or did it end?  The world may never know.  Well the world of Gilmore Girls fans.  Anyway I sort of chose at random, but my ramblings were basically all about one thing so it wasn't actually as easy to compile an interesting group of words or phrases after that cause I felt it was a bit limited in vocabulary.  The reasoning for that is pretty much that three minutes of writing goes by much faster than you think.  I figured out where my free writing was going pretty quickly and I just let it flow from the jump.  I found it actually pretty easy but I think that's mostly because it was about something I'm obviously passionate about.  And passionate in an angry, this void isn't going to be filled type of way. Which, not shockingly can be really good for writing.

Rhetorical Figures 2

Inside the bottle of a Blue Moon beer and he was drinking
Cold and wet and drowning. He was drinking
Sloshing about in an endless spiral and he was drinking
A bright orange sun. He was drinking
Resting on the horizon of pale waters and he was drinking
The lingering of bitterness. He was drinking

Intertwined and floating about and he was drinking
A hint of sweet, her hands so cold. He was drinking
The waters seemed darker where she lay and he was drinking
Lower tides and further waves. He was drinking
Clouds of cream hovering above and he was drinking
She preferred Guinness anyway. He was drinking