PJ Creative Writing 101
EvilToasterElf
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It might be fun to do writing excercises for the board:
So your first prompt is: Write a poem with the first line
Flame inhaled my neighbor's house
GO!
-- Professor ToasterElf
So your first prompt is: Write a poem with the first line
Flame inhaled my neighbor's house
GO!
-- Professor ToasterElf
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No one came screaming out the door
The fire trucks arrived a tad to late
The whole family was melted to the floor
and breathing in the wet ash
as it fell heavy in Santa Ana winds,
I mused on the emptiness
of enchanted things, the way
material possessions
can vanish in an instant--
things we put so much confidence in,
gone, in a quick breath.
I remember the Chinese
"now that my house has burned down,
I possess a better view of the moon."
Homeless, and still unable to grasp
his new freedom, I invite the family in.
Good karma. He rants that he just
got that new big screen TV and playoffs
on tomorrow. He doesn't see the bigger
picture, his daughter's joy
at rescuing her favorite Ragedy Ann doll,
the soft relief of his tranquil wife,
counting her blessings that they'd bought
renter's insurance last summer.
All in all, there's no guarantee,
and blackout, earthquake, crises small,
befall each and everyone. It's looking
up, into that silver slice of moon, keeps
a person sound.
And toked his Lamborghini
His garden in its scarlet rouse
of light was not so greeny
His wife stood on the patio
With petrol can and match: "Light douse,
then, 'Take that, fakkin' ratty-oh!' "
DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
I was gonna do something like this, but I'm a slacker, so........
DAMN MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ps,
Flame inhaled my neighbor's house
ah,
ummmmmmmm.........
Flame..........
um.....
FUCKING FLAMES
Hmmmm:
my neighbor spontaneously combusted while busting a . . .
it might have been the friction
it might have been the oil
it might have been the leather
that made him start to boil
but his cheeks turned bright red
and his mouth began to smoke
and still he kept on pulling
man, were his feet soaked
then a glow came from his gut
and it yellowed out the room
the next thing that I heard
was a thundering "KA-BOOM"
flames inhaled my neighbor's house
and all that remained was ash
luckily, my house was spared
so I could still watch M*A*S*H
Scorched foundation, earth, and bone
Singed the grass, the trees, the sky
with orange
beautiful orange
bottom-lit ash
The flames consumed my neighbor's wife
Sizzled skin and hair and teeth
Boiled the blood, the snot, the tears
The stench
beautiful stench
cremated souls
The flames, they fucked my neighbor's life
Tore its hymen, hopes, and dreams
Impregnated death, loss, and awe
with seed
woeful, wicked seed
snarling maw of God
take away my breath....
and leave only my mouth....
i wanted to save her from the burning room.....
thank god it wasn't me....
i'm sorry it was you...
now i run my hands through this dirty ash...
and wonder what you would have said....
if i had the courage to ask.....
sucked it in and spat it out
watched it devour my memory
of when he was supposed to
do the good neighbourly deed
the threads of the curtains
with thier cigarette stench
flew up in a could
of regurgitated dust
fingers burning with satisfaction
sulphur clings to my skin
and I taste the smile on my lips
backdraft sucked it in like a pile of chicken wings, then
spit on the back yard and foundation the bones,
oxidized remains of
a barbecued blitzkrieg of being.
Even the rituals of Maria’s santeria
cannot bring back the collapsed
popsicle jenga.
Call all your saints, Maria,
hold your rosary.
It still knows the heart beats
in your hand.
a charcoaled house-warming ,welcome party.
Bring your toasting forks,
my lucky friends
for Tonys frying tonight.!
He failed to spot my crafty ways.
when the flames licked around the door.
Is that petrol on your hands
or are you just pleased to heat me?
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
The heat poured out into the street
All the locals stood and watched
And some cried and some died
And all the while I hid watching
Transfixed on the blaze
My eyes in a haze
One hand clasping the gas canister
The other a pack of matches
And all I could think of, with meanacing glee in my heart was:
That, that fuckhead will never let his dog crap on my lawn again!
as I silently watched and prayed
God, if only this house was his
I would be so enlightened at the thought
to finally put that bastards brains to roast.
(Angelina Jolie)
ummm....no.
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow.