Post by sarahmay on Jan 24, 2018 23:37:35 GMT
ORIGINAL
I'm Falling Hard
Tumbling over my feet and my thousand tongues
that want to walk towards you, lick you up and down
Out of the great nowhere, I just tripped
on acid and other loves and now I'm feeling the goo
that us writers go on and on about
I'm liking it, I'm washing my face in it and feeling refreshed
sure, I'm scuffed from the torrential fall, but that skin was used anyways
I want a new flesh this year, one freshly born and bright pink
like meadows of pink flowers you've not given me yet
I want to fall down and down and I want you down there with me
in such a warm and tight spot that we are deemed unrecoverable
1. Change the POV
3. Count the number of lines in your poem (11) , double it.
We’re Falling Hard And
Tumbling over our thousand tongues,
our ten hearts and many hands and legs
that all want to walk towards us,
lick us up and down and love
and we’re not braking. Out of the great
nowhere, we just tripped on acid and
our love and now we’re having flashes
of feeling that us writers can go on about.
We’re liking it, we’re washing my face in it and feeling
invigorated. Sure, we’re scuffed from this torrential fall,
but that skin was used anyways, bumped up from the past.
We want a new flesh this year, one freshly born
and bright pink like meadows of lilies
We’ve not given yet. We want a new body
that’s all ours. One we can ink up, put rouge on,
hickey down to the toes, bite the ears of.
We want to fall down and down and land in Maine,
on a warm houseboat, chowder and drugs abundant.
We are down there together, taking dips in daybreak,
thanking every inch of our newly born bodies for being with us,
in bed and everywhere, in such a warm and tight spot
that we are deemed unrecoverable.
Count the number of words in your poem, cut it in half. (194 words)
CUT IN HALF
We’re Falling
over our tongues that walk
towards us, love us.
We’re having flashes
of feeling and liking it,
washing our faces
in feeling. We’re scuffed
but that skin was used.
We want new flesh, fresh and bright, pink like lilies
we've not given yet.
We want a new body that’s ours.
We want to fall down and land
on a houseboat. We are
together, taking daybreaks,
thanking our newborn bodies
for being in bed, in such
a warm and tight spot
that we are
unrecoverable. (89 words)
I'm Falling Hard
Tumbling over my feet and my thousand tongues
that want to walk towards you, lick you up and down
Out of the great nowhere, I just tripped
on acid and other loves and now I'm feeling the goo
that us writers go on and on about
I'm liking it, I'm washing my face in it and feeling refreshed
sure, I'm scuffed from the torrential fall, but that skin was used anyways
I want a new flesh this year, one freshly born and bright pink
like meadows of pink flowers you've not given me yet
I want to fall down and down and I want you down there with me
in such a warm and tight spot that we are deemed unrecoverable
1. Change the POV
3. Count the number of lines in your poem (11) , double it.
We’re Falling Hard And
Tumbling over our thousand tongues,
our ten hearts and many hands and legs
that all want to walk towards us,
lick us up and down and love
and we’re not braking. Out of the great
nowhere, we just tripped on acid and
our love and now we’re having flashes
of feeling that us writers can go on about.
We’re liking it, we’re washing my face in it and feeling
invigorated. Sure, we’re scuffed from this torrential fall,
but that skin was used anyways, bumped up from the past.
We want a new flesh this year, one freshly born
and bright pink like meadows of lilies
We’ve not given yet. We want a new body
that’s all ours. One we can ink up, put rouge on,
hickey down to the toes, bite the ears of.
We want to fall down and down and land in Maine,
on a warm houseboat, chowder and drugs abundant.
We are down there together, taking dips in daybreak,
thanking every inch of our newly born bodies for being with us,
in bed and everywhere, in such a warm and tight spot
that we are deemed unrecoverable.
Count the number of words in your poem, cut it in half. (194 words)
CUT IN HALF
We’re Falling
over our tongues that walk
towards us, love us.
We’re having flashes
of feeling and liking it,
washing our faces
in feeling. We’re scuffed
but that skin was used.
We want new flesh, fresh and bright, pink like lilies
we've not given yet.
We want a new body that’s ours.
We want to fall down and land
on a houseboat. We are
together, taking daybreaks,
thanking our newborn bodies
for being in bed, in such
a warm and tight spot
that we are
unrecoverable. (89 words)
