Fail-ure.

Oh yeah, remember that time when I actually used this?

So I gave up on the poetry challenge. Partly because I can't finish anything, but mostly because the rest of the prompts left me feeling uninspired.

I've been writing more though, so that's good. I think I'll still use this to put stuff I've written that I don't want to put on Tumblr because of people following me. So that's a thing. Whoop.

Best wishes!

My English teacher would be disappointed.

Today's poetry challenge thing is to write a cinquain on a topic of my choice. I had to look up a conquain, because I couldn't remember if that meant five lines or five stanzas. Oops.

I don't care about your pretty apologies
Or how well you can wind words to your bidding.
It remains that the words you've used before--
The ones that drove me to the brink of extinction--
Overrule whatever you could possibly have to say now.

This has been another installment of Miranda being an angsty teenager.

Slaying demons.

So I'm not being a slacker and quitting the poetry challenge, I'm just not doing today's because I don't like it and I don't feel inspired by it and I think it's wrong to write poetry about something that doesn't truly inspire you. But there's something I wanted to talk about instead. My whole life, I've fought with a horde of monsters and demons that take over my brain and try to make things bad and make me do bad things, and for most of my life, I've let them win. (That's why I chose the screen name I use on most of the internet, by the way. It's my reminder to fight.) For the past several years, I've hated myself for this. I've felt like I have to fight, but I've never felt I had something worth fighting for, so I've never fought. For a while, the demons went away, like they do sometimes, and like always, they're coming back now. But recently, I've found reasons to fight--I've found things worth living for. For a while, I was truly happy, in a way that made my chest hurt--in a good way. So now I've got a fighting tactic that I'm going to try, and so far it's working: Every time the demons make an appearance in my day, I think of all the things I have to live for. And so here is a list I'm going to share with you of some of the things that have made me happy.

• Two of my favorite novels are being made into movies.
• Both of those novels are novels I've WANTED to see as movies (one was a movie, but I've been itching for a more modern version).
• So far, neither of these movies seem to suck.
• I have a group of friends that love me as much as I love them, for the first time.
• Matt has forgiven me completely and totally.
• It's like I'm falling in love for the first time all over again, except this time I'm less scared.
• I still have my books. No matter what, my fictional worlds are still there.
• I've finally found the place where I belong.

Playing catch-up?

So, I got a few days behind on the poetry challenge thing, and essentially it all comes down to excitement about The Perks of Being a Wallflower and The Great Gatsby, and yeah, let's be honest, laziness. But no matter! I don't give up. So I'm still doing this. And so you get this post full of three whole poems! Lucky you!

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Day four: Write a haiku about anything.

Listen to your words,
Like the wind across the sea-
Whispering softly.

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Day five: Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.

A wedge in my water

That adds that little kick necessary

To be flavored, but not quite lemonade.

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Day six: Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.

I've never been a fan of the movies

Rarely have I lined up at midnight

To see the latest films on the big screen

But this is the year of my favorite stories coming to life

Already I've seen two trailers

Beautiful sets, brilliant castings

Two novels, both life-changing,

Are being made real

So far, they've made great impressions

Have kept the spirit and themes alive

Twice this year I'll be heading into a theater at midnight

And I absolutely cannot wait.

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I apologize that these were exceptionally bad, but brilliant author and my spirit animal Maureen Johnson once said that writers have to allow themselves to suck before they become good, so hopefully this means I'm on the road to becoming good.

When things don't come out the way they sound in your head.

Day three of this poetry challenge thing calls for a poem using the first ten words on page eight of the book nearest to me, used any way anywhere in the poem.
The book nearest me: City of Lost Souls, by Cassandra Clare.
My words: "storm was in full bloom rain streaking the windows like"

Late winter storm
Spattering rain down on the world
Birds hop through puddles
Raindrops streaking down the windows
Falling, quickly reforming together
Racing like cars to finish last

The best view is mine
From the back porch
Wishing the lightening would strike me dead
My family calls me in
Saying I'll catch a cold
But that isn't what worries me

Remember that storms bring seasons
That after this, spring will come in full bloom
Better even than it was last year
April showers bring May flowers-
The worst of this world creates the best.

I'm so sorry you read that.

Jour deux.

Poetry challenge thing day two: Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.

I didn't want this to be about you,
But I guess there isn't anything I can do.
Thank you so much for the person you are,
And for never wandering away too far,
And no matter what happens, I'll always love you.

I hate rhyme yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Poetry challenge thing.

So I found this 30 day poetry challenge day, and with the start of a new writing channel I'm sharing with six friends, I thought it might be appropriate to give it a try this month.

Day 1: Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it should not be about you or your name.

Maybe we were wrong, but then again
It's impossible to judge just yet. Our
Reckless tendencies led us to never once
Ask, is this okay? Will this work?
No, we learned, at least not now, and yet I'll be
Damned if I haven't fallen so low as to write bad poetry,
And yet I find it impossible to care.