I have turtles! This is not fair! This is cheating!!! D=
I have to write a poem in which I reveal 2 of my smaller secrets. I dont really have secrets that I know of, so you guys should ask me things that might generate ideas about my secrets.
I wrote a line about sweat dripping between my breasts while in church and then later about sex, and one asshole wrote that I had “an opportunity to say sweating like a whore in church” as if I would ever write such a shitty slut-shaming cliche line.
Two weeks ago, some random old dude started attending my poetry writing class. He wasn’t a student just some sort of visitor. He was like 80, an ex-Mormon, and a doctor in psychoanalysis, which was interesting because he looked like Freud. Thus, I have been calling him Old Man Freud. Anyway, last week, OMF brought in a two-page poem about penis, but couldn’t even say the word. He’s been super rude and creepy, too. Luckily, he will not be returning.
grow-up-and-be-that-man said:YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL!! YOUR HAIR LOOKS SO GOOD OH MY GOD
Thank you so much!
On another note, it kinda annoys me when guys suggest word changes to “fix the rhythm” when I was writing in iambic tetrameter and their suggestion changes the iambs to trochees.
I know what I’m about, son.
Can’t use the word “breasts” in a poem without guys writing “thanks for the visual” in their “critique.”
Little Red Riding Hood goes up to the counter and orders all of the pastries in the store, allegedly for her grandmother. She absentmindedly leaves them on a table because she sees someone waving to her from the alley outside of the shop and she thinks it would be a terrific idea to go say hi to him.