What Creative Writing Has Taught Me So Far, Part I

Gargantuan Cave

bland golden love-trapped pleasure unicorn
Explicable brightness
Hum along for insecurities (callous)
Cup
Devours
Blunder
Ignorant omniscient dichotomy.

And that, my friends, was the "written by the class" poem.

Meredith (who is in my class, yay!) and I spent a good five minutes in tears of laughter over pleasure unicorns and gargantuan caves.

I have to write a poem for Thursday. It has a working title. That title is:

Regretting Being Born in a World That Feeds Me Bullshit and Calls it Real Life
subtitle: A Political Poem

I feel so pretentious. And amused. Oh, so amused.