Uncreative writing.
Okay, so I have been thinking about it, and maybe it is a bit unfair of me to publish that kids poem (as hilarious as it is online) without stepping forth and putting something of my own up also. So I have decided in interest of fairness I will post the poem I wrote this week for the creative writing class. Now the assignment was to write a poem from a perspective that's different from your own. Here was my poem:
It used to be the two of us
by
A. D.
It used to be the two of us,
he would dash out of the cave,
fight the fight, solve the crimes,
then always return back to me.
The caped crusader and me; trusty old Alfred.
That is, of course, until he showed up.
"“Oh Alfred, don'’t worry, I a’m just taking in a lost soul.
His parents were killed, just like mine.
Alfred, the boy needs a home,
don'’t worry old man this won't change us."”
Now it"’s the dark night, the boy wonder, and old Alfred.
Yet, no more late night talks alone.
No more movie nights, or pillow fights.
Master Wayne has his ward to attend.
Always practicing and training...
Oh, I know the training he'’s giving that boy,
dressing him in those ridiculous tights and green cape.
Master Wayne, his caped ward, and bothersome Alfred.
Okay no Robert Frost, I know, but to be fair I also wrote it in five minutes during my lunch break at work before class. Also no I am not insinuating anything here in the poem, but, c'mooooon... Anyways not much else to report in this post, saw the New Pornographers last night at the 9:30 club, was a great show. Just watched gross point blank on t.v. forgot what a great movie it is, especially when you are supposed to be studying for mid terms and writing papers. Oh and one more thing, I have come to the realization that Japan has changed me to the point where I love the shitiest j-pop now, it's sad but I can't help it anymore. I know most of it's terrible but I'm too far gone. Oh and Korean comedies are great too, and, I think I am going to just shut up now.
It used to be the two of us
by
A. D.
It used to be the two of us,
he would dash out of the cave,
fight the fight, solve the crimes,
then always return back to me.
The caped crusader and me; trusty old Alfred.
That is, of course, until he showed up.
"“Oh Alfred, don'’t worry, I a’m just taking in a lost soul.
His parents were killed, just like mine.
Alfred, the boy needs a home,
don'’t worry old man this won't change us."”
Now it"’s the dark night, the boy wonder, and old Alfred.
Yet, no more late night talks alone.
No more movie nights, or pillow fights.
Master Wayne has his ward to attend.
Always practicing and training...
Oh, I know the training he'’s giving that boy,
dressing him in those ridiculous tights and green cape.
Master Wayne, his caped ward, and bothersome Alfred.
Okay no Robert Frost, I know, but to be fair I also wrote it in five minutes during my lunch break at work before class. Also no I am not insinuating anything here in the poem, but, c'mooooon... Anyways not much else to report in this post, saw the New Pornographers last night at the 9:30 club, was a great show. Just watched gross point blank on t.v. forgot what a great movie it is, especially when you are supposed to be studying for mid terms and writing papers. Oh and one more thing, I have come to the realization that Japan has changed me to the point where I love the shitiest j-pop now, it's sad but I can't help it anymore. I know most of it's terrible but I'm too far gone. Oh and Korean comedies are great too, and, I think I am going to just shut up now.
