Nonsense Poem!!

My assignment this week for Creative Writing was to write a nonsensical poem.


Lament of Vikings

The rain pours down,
Soaking into my armchair.
Penguins, at the edge of my vision
Always seem so fleeting.
They slink around,
Coveting their stolen jewelry.
My couch trundles by,
His lame wheel dragging on the rug.
Throughout the house
Forgotten war cries roar and reverberate.

The Drink of Action Stars

Are you serious, Steven Seagal? I mean, really. I can't even begin to describe how ludicrous this is. As much as I'd like to have the energy to pulverize baddies and henchmen, I'm pretty sure your this energy drink is the last thing I would turn to. I have no desire to experience the flavors of "Cherry Charge" or "Asian Experience". Asian Experience?? What does that even mean?! Is it because it has "Asian" ingredients? That's like Domino's having a pizza called "European Union" because hey, pizzas are from Italy! Asian Experience makes it sound like it must taste like overpopulation and communism. The only image that comes to mind when I think of Cherry Charge is that of the Kool Aid guy crashing through someone's wall.

At least every can has your face and signature on it.

Rain and Homework

It's raining outside. A lot. Hurricane Kyle, I think. Or maybe tropical storm, now? I'm not sure. Whatever it is, it's making me feel a lot better about being inside, doing my homework. Which I have a lot of, and am currently ignoring right now. Yay procrastination!! Sometimes I feel like college is kind of pointless.

Poem

Here's a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class-

Seaside

I clamber up and over
Around and down
Taking in everything.
The soles of my bare feet
Gripping the rough, sun-soaked rock.
The breeze, smelling of brine
Rustles through the trees
And my sun-bleached hair.
The ocean gurgles and hisses
Heaving against the rocks.
A buoy lies wedged
Its body cracked and beaten.
The waves suck at it
Trying to reclaim it
But the rocks hold fast.
Off the shore, terns screech and wheel
Dropping like feathered bombs
Onto the fish below.
Farther out, buoys bob like ornaments
Their colors bright
Against the deep blue of the sea.

Good Morning

It is currently 1am on a Tuesday, and I am still awake. Of course, this is normal for me. I'm not going to write much now, because my roommate will probably wake up (he's probably awake now), but I will update later today. Ciao!