You say Taylor Swift, I say Breaking Benjamin
You say Lady Gaga, I say Evanescence
You say T-Pain, I say Three Days Grace
You say Demi Lovato, I say Linkin Park
You say Jonas Brothers, I say Green Day
You say Flowers, I say Puddle of Mudd
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Give a man a match, he will be warm for a minute; set a man on fire, he will be warm for the rest of his life.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Poetry Stuff

My experiences with poetry have been few and far between, limited to once-a-year units in various English classes. But just from that, I know what poetry is, I can usually tell a deeper meaning to them, and even have two favorite types of poetry, one for reading (limericks) and one for writing (concrete poems). Oddly enough, though, my favorite poem of all time is neither a limerick or a concrete poem. It is “The Cremation of Sam McGee” by Robert W. Service. I don’t really know why I love this poem, I just do. I first read it in 8th grade English and have never forgotten it.

Nowadays, I’m kind of partial to poetry. I neither love it nor hate it. Because of the English level I’m at, I don’t expect to be reading many limericks or concrete poems for school, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying them when I get the chance.
Now here is a random concrete poem I just did.                   
                   head
               headhead
               headhead
                   neck                       hand
                   neck                       hand
    armbodybodybodyarm        arm
   arm bodybodybody  arm    arm
  arm  bodybodybody    armarm
arm    bodybodybody       arm
arm    bodybodybody
arm    bodybodybody
hand   legleg      legleg
hand   legleg      legleg
           legleg      legleg
           legleg      legleg
           legleg      legleg
           legleg      legleg
           footfoot footfoot

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