Task 30 - Desperate

Desperate

I’m here, your there, you feel so far away.
I’ve got to get you soon, you are my heart.
My mind won’t stop; there’s got to be a way,
For me and you to have a brand new start.
I see I hurt you but for you I’ve changed
the way I live my life. I’m not the same.
Lets Live up to the vows we once exchanged;
forget about the man I once became.
My lungs won’t help me find the air to breathe.
My heart won’t help me pump the blood around.
My eyes won’t even help me to receive
The picture my brain has already found.
What I’m really trying to say to you,
Is, baby I am desperate for you.

embarassment

A scarlet storm clouds over my plump cheeks,
An angry red on a canvas of white,
Cold, my hands shake, they're sweaty and I'm weak,
I try to look calm, yet my muscles tight.
You have made anger, you have made me hurt,
You know you've punctured all my self-respect,
I'm centre of attention, I'm overt,
Talk my way out, alas with weak interlect.
I thank you. Look at me, I'm publics fool,
I look around, no one comes to my aid,
Right about now, I am two inches tall,
Now please forget all the trouble that's been made.
From red to pink to scarlet, I'm ashamed,
My emotion, embarassment is named.

ANGER!

I stare as the rain falls from upon the sky.
I shout and scream as I am told to go to sleep.
My fists clench knowing I've got school tomorrow, I sigh.
My heart pumps faster when I heard that you called me a creep.
My face turns red when you tell me I cannot play.
I explode when a killing is announced on the telly.
I look at your name on the grave and I know there you lay.
I don't understand why toilets are so smelly.
I go mental when you tease me just because of my race.
I hate it when you wake me up so early in the morning.
I hate it when I have to look at your revolting face.
Why doesn't anybody notice my talent to sing.
Why do the holidays have to end so quickly.
It is because the holidays are too short it makes me crazy.

LOVE!

When I close my eyes at times of darkness
My mind unclogs and I see your neat smile
When I am cold and I am defenceless
You make everything for me worthwhile
Your mystical presence is gently dear
So beautiful, comforting and so great
When you are with me I cannot feel fear
I am so fortunate that you're my fate
I knew that you were most definitely
Made just for me like I was made for you
You were written into my destiny
I love the way you're so honest and true
Every moment with you is a treasure
Keeping you in my heart is a pleasure


Sorry I'm Late Sir.. I Was Going To Post It Saturday Morning But My Internet Stopped Working..:S

Distance

Sonnet

I once was sure i loved you too; I did.
I undoubtedly dreamt of me, you and
The moon; on some lonely side street. A quid
I gave you, and you used your skilfull hand
to give me one very professional
Blow job; oh god forbid. It was indeed
only a dream. I loved you then I might
still do; depends on me and my small need.
Our future doesn't seem to be bright
Maybe because you are so many miles
Away from me. My love is not easy
to come across; it very rarely smiles.
Baby please don't, please don't forget; angry
is not something i intend for you to
feel towards me. Distance I can't undo.

Jealousy.

a jade surounding, smokey,dusty air
inhale the smoke, be trapped and feel the mist
a covering, uneven fatal snare
just swallow pain and you will get the gist
i longed, i hoped, my logic cast aside
each string was plucked with slinky, green aplomb
the monster turns it smothers me, it writhes
my sister sense, well she was truly gone
my purpose was to see what was not mine
it gave me fuel, momentum, space to breathe
my love for this it was both dumb and blind
intrinsic to myself like sword and sheathe
my toxic lungs, the swamp of misery
the fish that swim they masticate my heart
it bleeds flourescent green, the puddles form
in each one is reflected, jealous storms.

Task 30 - *Love*

I love you but you make it very hard.
The pain soon rips my soul; you turn away.
I’m tortured, twisted, shaken, sick and scarred.
The fiends of hell let loose in me; they prey
On love that’s true, enjoy its taste, it drips
And stains the floor with deep pools of dark red.
The red, oh red, my god the red, red lips
That smiled the sphinx’s smile; while I did bleed.
That enigmatic smile so quick to guile
Not me though, I sit alone on the chair
I’m hoping that they’ll leave me be. So vile
Are those that chase my dreams; I fall in prayer
Once more. I smile though blinded by the pain
And tonight ‘need’ binds me to you again.

*Chocaholic*

Pessimism

I look up but to see, a darkness, when
I wake up. Where all association
with life is dead. My love for him back then
was stronger than God's own fine creation.
I dream of days where all is unperfect,
Then wake up to find that dreams do come true.
My golden age came to an end; so wrecked.
Where ships may sink so deep into the blue,
Where fairy tales remain undiscovered,
legends, and myths remain myths, in which I
strive to find an answer; Is truth covered?
My mind, body and soul all gone may try
to escape from life wondering on why
he tried to make a blue girl like me cry.

Miss anonymous

How can you define such a perfect love?
My favorite feature; her long golden hair.
The perfect features on her face so fair.
A voice so miraculous like a dove,
She'll intrigue you 'till there's nothing to spare.
Through her exceeding tender, love and care.
We'd play fight and she'd give me a slight shove.
Every aspect so divine in its way,
It moved my heart to see her lovely face.
Everyone that judged her I made them pay.
I can't describe her she's a work of art.
Her as a person is another case.
My heart's telling me that we'll never part.
Nothing will come between us thats for start.

*Miracles*

Task 30

Never have i been so heart broken in my life.
I don't know I loved her with all my heart.
We were so close I thought wed never part.
That beautiful women she was my wife.
She fell pregnant we said wed name him Bart.
In the fair we met in a bumper cart.
When we rowed I'd threaten her with a knife.
She owes me back my hundred dollar hat.
I think of her she makes me cry and weep.
When she she left I snacked making myself fat.
When we parted it made Bart have to choose.
Every time we fought she'd call me a creep.
She stole my money to buy high heel shoes
I said is this the end of me and you

restraint

That seemingly ineffectual space
In time, was actually not at all.
And now, he waits, he dares to step apace
He hesitates, convinced he will soon fall.
Yet taunts from his subconscious drive him on.
Intimidation fails to stop him now,
He charges. Man or monster, from far yon
A fantasy, yet not quite sure just how
He will defeat a beast of such status.
The climax soon arrives. To his dismay,
All bloody services, for him, gratis.
A step too far? The price he had to pay
Proved that. Temporarily nonplussed he
Gives up, now left a timid devotee.

Love

Ill always crave the warmth of your embrace
and looks of your bewitching eyes, but then
as time goes by, I hate to see your face
and long to be myself and free, again.
The damage love can do should scare us all
but still we crave such love. It leaves us sick.
Although no cure for love is taught at school
we learn to heal its cuts and scars so quick.
My lust for you it seems I can’t destroy
because when we were bound i felt alive.
but lust is hate when it's deprived of joy
and joy is what we need: need to survive
If life is love then death is hate, I live
to use my love. is all that i can give

Grief

You have left me here. No longer am I
To see you again. Your voice lurks my mind.
The thought that you've left me can make me cry.
You left me alone. You left me behind.
Your face swamps around my head. Dreams of you
Haunt me every night. I loved you so.
Everyday you were here my love grew.
Then came the day I had to let you go.
Everything reminds me of you. Each
Noise I hear. Every man that I see.
Each dream I have of you. I try to reach
For you . But then you walk away from me.
But I wake up and remember you're gone.
My love for you will never be withdrawn.

Task 30 - Love

Why do you torture me so much?
You've taken my heart and dashed it against a wall.
Do you enjoy smashing my soul and such.
Your words pounded into me causing me to fall
Into deep misery, depression and agony.
I see your face at the back of my eye.
I cant eat cause your rejection haunts me.
Every time you see me you give this little sigh.
I know that forgetting you is the key,
But I cant, everytime you deny me I
Want you even more. You to be beside me
Forever. To have you by my side to hold my
hand. This vast wound you have torn open won't mend
But I will always love you until the end

Hate

A word that many say we should not use
Because the meaning is too strong.But I,
For many years, put up with your abuse
I even used to wish that you would die.
The way that you would walk into the room
Would make me want to run away and hide
Because one move would take me to my doom.
To know this now do you feel satisfied?
To know that it was you that left me down.
To know that I could not get over it.
For you made me the hate of all the town,
And then you cut me up in little bits.
So now that you are dead, I do not care
Because not I can live life with no fear.

Task 30 - Hurt

The deep, red blood which pumps inside my chest,
Is rushing up into my aching head.
It's telling me to take a long deep rest.
Please tell me that my body is not dead.
I feel hard, stinging pain that unleashed from,
Under my moisturized, clear, beautiful
Skin. I hope I can still go to my prom
Tonight, it was a plan so wonderful.
Until this horrible disaster came,
Silently and very quickly to
Take away my popularity fame.
My voice that know sounds like a quite moo,
Leaving me alone to die by myself.
Slowly I’m gone to the top of my shelf.

Task 30 - Love.

My love is incomplete; you’ve gone too far.
I’m left with pain, my blood burns red. I’m scared.
You left my love fragmented with a scar.
My big mistake was thinking that you cared.
The love I had, I need it back. It’s true
My tears drip memories; the lovely past.
A shattered view; we're not together. Two
Of us, my dream is gone. It went too fast.
The moon is magical, my love is too.
You loved me, now you hold her hands in yours.
A lie, it took my happiness I knew
I had. My love is death in all the wars.
I'll love you always and forever though
My tears are beautiful and cold as snow.

Optimism

The glass will always be half full, despite
The fact that you are not here. Walk away
Because it's what you're good at. I was right:
So now that you're not here to sway or fray
Me anymore, I'll learn to fend for my-
Self. Days are brighter, clouds seem fuller, now
That you're not here decaying them. You lie
Your way through my defences, I say "Ciao."
I see the world through different eyes now. You
The criminal, you rocked my world and shook
It into millions of pieces. True,
My life will only improve. But you took
My heart and dipped it in your acid lies,
My optimism brought to its demise.

Guilt and Anger

It leaves me in a world of no mans land,
It swells up quick and strong within my chest.
My optimisms thin just like a strand,
A witches curse could do less harm at best.
Connections with my conscience truly lost,
The rage, the fury rip my soul to shreds!
I may try to contain it, it’ll cost
Unlucky souls whilst they feel pain and dread.
Alas! I cannot stop it gushing out!
My fist swings wayward as I charge towards
The soon to be unlucky hang-about,
All I can do now is pray to the lord
That the boy’s journey from above to floor,
Did not hurt him at all in face or jaw.

Task 30 Exemplar: LOVE

I love you. But those words sound incomplete
And guilty by association. Why
Does language tie my hands and bind my feet?
I cannot move. But how can I deny
The way I feel? As well say day is night
As profer moderation when the truth
Has burst its banks. My world is black and white
And hot with the intensity of youth.
My thermostat is wrecked. I like and so
I love. My heart won't take the bit between
Its teeth, shakes off the reins. I do not know
How feelings can be fettered. I have seen
The damage that I do, and I am scared.
Leave love locked up. It harms when it is shared.

Task 30

Yes. You guessed it. It's a sonnet this week.

But before you panic, please hear me out, and make sure you have done the following things BEFORE you begin to attempt this week's task:

1. Re-read your attempt at Task 29. Make sure you read it ALOUD - to someone else if at all possible. One of the moderators - Maria - had a fantastic tip as to how to do this, so check out the comment's on NIKA's attempt to find out what she suggests.
2. Now read each COMMENT that has been written about your attempt. These comments are incredibly detailed, and so they deserve to be read AGAIN AND AGAIN. They are literally dripping with nuggets of poetic advice which will make your poetry a million times better in just a few steps. But only if you DO WHAT THEY SAY.
3. Go back to your attempt and, on a piece of blank paper, try to rework it into a response which is as near to PERFECT as you can imagine. You could then just file that away somewhere or, if you wanted, you could bring it to me in school and I will tell you how close you have got.
4. Now have a look a the attempts from eternity_forever, Angel_K and shiningstar. These are not the only successful attempts by any means, but, if you read the comments as well, these should teach you some important lessons about how to make your own poetry better and better still.
5. Choose THREE other students on whose work YOU want to comment yourself. And try to make sure your comments are as useful and constructive as possible - suggesting at least one thing you LOVED and one thing you thought should be CHANGED. And be sparing with your textspeak - for old people like me! :)
6. If you are still unclear about how to write IAMBIC PENTAMETERS, it is up to you to book half an hour with me this week to go through it again. Email me or find me in school and we can easily fix up a mutually convenient time. If you don't do this, I will assume you are 100% clear on how to construct your iambic pentameters, and, therefore, ready to attempt Task 30.

Only when you have completed ALL of the above SIX steps should you begin Task 30.

Right. Task 30 here we come...

Please write a sonnet about an emotion (i.e. anger, disappointment, love, happiness etc.) of your choice. Please use your chosen emotion as the title of your poem (and your post).

I would like you to follow the following rules:

1. Your sonnet should consist of 14 lines only.
2. Each line should be written in iambic pentameter - i.e. 5 iambic (dee-DUM) feet.
3. You should make free and deliberate use of end-stopped lines AND enjambement/caesura as and when you think each is appropriate and effective.
4. Your poem should rhyme as follows: ababcdcdefefgg. Or, in other words, Lines 1 and 3 should rhyme, as should Lines 2 and 4, Lines 5 and 7, Lines 6 and 8 etc. And Lines 13 and 14 should rhyme with each other.
5. N.B. If you want to make it even more difficult, you could try dividing your sonnet thematically into a first OCTAVE (i.e. 8 lines) and a second SESTET (i.e. 6 lines), with a slight change of theme/mood/topic after Line 8. Only attempt this if you want to add that extra bit of challenge.

Please make sure that you:

1. Use what you (and other students) have learnt from Task 29 to make sure you do not make any of the same mistakes again.
2. Check your work CAREFULLY for any careless errors or typos. It could come across as a little arrogant or rude to expect the moderators to check work you have not even checked yourself!
3. Make sure you meet the deadline. I am giving you advance warning now that any of you who fail to do so will get only one more chance before expulsion from the workshop. (And two of you have already had your final warning, and so had better be especially careful.)

Your task is due by midnight on Saturday 25th October 2008.

MY ATTEMPT will follow later this weekend.

Good luck - and have fun!

Task 29

Darkness encloses as I write this
Its inky blackness overwhelms me
Creatures skulk around its edges
Shadows dance to and fro along the walls
The moon shining bright in the sky
Stars gather in clusters and shapes
Making pictures I can’t make out
I marvel at a passing shooting star
Speeding beyond the confines of my window
I wish I was like that shooting star
Free to stop and start when I wish
Through my window I can see Canary Wharf
It’s tiny light blinking on and off
A typical London night; as noisy as day
Cars and buses rumble loudly down the main road
In the pitch black trees look grotesque
All gnarled, crooked and withered.
The rare person scurrying home to get to some sleep
A clock chimes as it strikes the midnight hour.
It’s late now so I think it’s time for bed.

Outside the window
The sun rises. In the east
I watch it through my window.
What I’d like to eat
Boy am I hungry. I could murder
Five bars of choclate in ten seconds flat.
A Recent Dream
Thrashing wildly about. Cold sweat rushes
From my pores. I wake screaming.
Annoying Tasks Overdue
This was meant to be finished
Yesterday. I truly am sorry.
My body
My body has a secret. But I’m not going to tell you
Because if I did it wouldn’t be a secret.

Task 29

Part 1

I listen to the radio, the songs

they tell me that they love, they hate, the lie

i smell a certain odor, one thats fowl

Twas told that speeches, like a womans skirt

be long enough cover chosen theme

but short enough to be of interest

an android void of thought but feels at most

a paranoia great, but very closed

an innuendo blossoms or it bombs

a special flower, ruined by a man

a bishop, weak, abused by violent hand

a sea of beige, a coarse forbidden land

a plunge, a dive, an expedition south

with hats and caps, excited open mouth

mary poppins is my favourite film

a man he smokes, committed lungs to dooom

a formula it means the end of man

a doctor changes, now inverterbrate

he's japanese he moves through time and space

in the desert he paints his demise.

Task 29

Part 1:

1. Computer socialising distracts me
2. Annoying people get on both our nerves
3. I'm sleepy writing this; truly I am
4. I wonder how badly I am doing
5. Essentially, I have decided to
6. work whole-heartedly and finish this task
7. Coursework is seriously so stressful
8. Baby powder smells really really nice
9. Why does english have to be so complex
10. I want the telephone to ring right now
11. Technology is not only for nerds
12. After completing this I'll learn to breathe
13. Eastenders is truly getting boring
14. I'm sorry this is late Mr Savage :(
15. Chicken and chips have lost their taste and life
16. I don't know what else to mention right now
17. Iambic is just so DEE-DUM DEE-DUM
18. DEE-DUM DEE-DUM the sound of a heartbeat
19. Regret is such a sinful emotion
20. I fell asleep whilst just doing this task

Part 2:

Outside the Window.

People and cars continue to pass by
Me as I dream to be out there - and breathe

What I'd Like To Eat.

Chicken and chips are so cliche, they taste
Nothing of what they make it out to be

A Recent Dream.

I wish I could share with you my dreams yet
I just have no dreams in which to dicuss

Tasks Overdue.
Regret is an emotion of which I
Feel, for missing the deadline; truly sorry


My Body.
My body is tired and weak and so
dead in which I will have to say: GOOD NIGHT.

Task 29

Part 1
My life is full of exciting days now,
Before it was a grey cloud of dullness.
I like to sleep day and night, everyday,
Sometimes I can’t come out of my warm bed.
I like going on to the computer,
Though my mother thinks I have gone crazy.
I really like watching TV a lot,
Even though nothing exciting is on.
I’ve got a trampoline in my garden,
I like to jump, and jump, and jump, and jump.
On my fourteenth birthday I would like;
A big party in town hall with all my friends.
I like to eat chocolate it is yum,
I don’t mind it nutty or caramel.
I am part of the English workshop,
If I don’t finish this task by mid-night,
I’ll be in trouble with my mean teachers,
Evil Mr. Savage and Ms Ali.
I don’t like to skate I always fall,
I fall and hurt my bottom on the ice.

Part 2
Outside the window:
I look outside the window, I cry,
The world has turned into a massive bomb.

What I’d like to eat:
There is no cod in Pakistan, instead,
There is a whole lot of crunchy chicken.

A recent dream:
This has got to be a dream. I’m dying.
Please help me, there is fire everywhere.

Annoying tasks overdue:
Task 29. The deadline is mid-night,
What shall I do I haven’t finished yet.

My body:
My throat is dry, my forehead is sweating.
I think I am coming down with something.

Task 29

Part 1

1. The Sweet smell of Cooking food on Sunday
2. The shouting of school children on Monday
3. The kicking of a football Tuesday
4. All those things to come on hump day, Wednesday
5. Now we're getting closer to the end of the week
6. Friday is here thank goodness for all of that
7. Saturday is the day for having fun
8. Now we will begin at January
9. February the cold breeze on my neck
10. This month will make me smile spring is here, March
11. Easter, a time to celebrate in April
12. Baby lambs are rearing their heads, it's may,
13. June, the sweet fragrance of blossomed flowers
14. The end on school is near get ready, July
15. August, the heart of ,summer enjoy it
16. September school starts iambics to write
17. October this weather is getting cold
18. November has, hail, sleet, rain and snow
19. December decorate the Christmas tree
20. All these months will repeat themselves again.

Part 2

1. Outside the window
a flock of frozen passersby,crowded around
a scene of horror. A pool of blood.

2. What I'd like to eat
A mouth-watering piece of chocolate
that will go on and on, it is just so nice.

3. A recent dream
It Scared me to death; an eerie silhouette
that should have been on a horror programme.

4. Annoying task overdue
Oh no. This can't be true, it's
late again just one more day!

5. My Body
Its like a temple, just waiting
to be prayed in. Lets keep it going.

tAsK 29:

PART ONE:
1) The mermaid lived in the tropical sea
2) My grandmother bought me a bicycle
3) On saturdays i go to my nans house
4) I like to eat spaghetti bolognese
5) I saw a hippopotamus today
6) My mother reads me a bedtime story
7) The crocodile ate my beautiful shoe
8) The burgular stole my valuable chain
9) I dont care what people think about me
10) Im telling you i saw an alien
11) My camera phone fell in the grimy sea
12) I went on holiday to disneyland
13) I want to buy a yellow pencil case
14) I usually take a bath after school
15) I love to slurp coke in the cinema
16) I love to shop and spend all my cash
17) My little brother is a champion
18) I often felt neglected as a kid
19) I am not prejudice iam a worm
20) I feel proud to be a colourful worm


PART TWO:

What I'd like to eat

I like to eat spaghetti bolognese,
and when i do i throw it on the wall.

Outside the window

Outside my window there stands a small
girl. she weeps and shrieks until her nose turns big.

My body

My hair was whooshing through the
refreshing breeze. Who expected it to be so pretty

A recent dream

I dreamt about that evil and scary
witch again. She died.

Tasks overdue

I often get frustrated with my mum
because she doesnt help me with my tasks.

jaffer time!

Part One:

Sweeties are ridiculously awful
they're sugary and very bad for your health
And NO,the candy man can't. Cad bury fudge
I'm looking after Lucas, whens mum back
my course works getting harder each day F***
I'm missing Eastenders for work good choice
this sweet has the similar taste to soap
I'm now beginning to worry about my brother Lucas
oh damn! the sweets are all gone! I want More
Ive only got 9 lines to go I'm there!
cannot think properly my minds gone blank
I'm dreaming of bundles of pressies yay!!
blank blank blank blank blank blank blank blank blank blank
Would I look clever using 2 words twice?
Or would it just look lame and quite lazy
who uses that word lame? That sounds quite lame!
Look up Iambic verse on Internet
Do we seriously need to do poetry?
I have started to think iambically.

Part 2:

Outside the Window.
Outside my window, stands some kids with hoods
And matches setting fire to some cars.

What I'd Like To Eat.
I am incredibly hungry and I
would really like some food. Chicken and chips.

A Recent Dream.
I dream of news agents lecturing me
and stamping hard on my packets of fags.

Tasks Overdue.
Time flies when you have got to meet a dead line
but what makes it worse is I'm half dead.

My Body.
My body is a tardis. Tardis's
are bigger on the outside than the in.

Task 29

Part 1...

1. I sit on the cushion below my bum.
2. Photo on the window above: superb.
3. Computer at the shop looked good to me.
4. The world is but a big rotating ball.
5. At school I get so stressed sometimes for fun.
6. English is all about writing for free.
7. I go by the name Fizzy: simply said.
8. Perhaps us two should go to see the moon.
9. I, Fizzy, love to play cricket a lot.
10. My body loves to grow taller all day.
11. My eyes need rest because they hurt at night.
12. The tissue flew across the sky happy.
13. My heart felt hurt; it lay broken inside.
14. The fire grew big, the person died; alive.
15. The scar really had never felt this bad.
16. Library book was sent forward as well.
17. Rulers are good and accurate at times.
18. My back has pains and aches because it's bent.
19. The clouds look brilliantly white.
20. The man had worn a suit; secretly wise.

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Part 2

• Outside The Window

The train goes by on noisy tracks. It is

a train of few spiders walking swiftly.

• What I'd like to eat

I feel very peckish indeed tonight;

for birds require a peck or two a night.

• A recent dream

The stars had shone so bright and glowed so close

because i was an astronaut in space.

• Annoying tasks overdue

Forgetfulness reminds me that I have

to do my chores before i go to bed.

• My body

My teeth restrained by metal rods; begin

to irritate me by seeming ugly.

- Fizzy -

Task 29

I used to shine like a beautiful star,
Now it seem that my shine has been undone.
A love so strong to interfere with.
A grain of good inside the greatest bad.
It’s miraculous what a hug can do.
A hug can cheer you when you’re feeling blue.
It can bring smiles back to a faded face.
A hug can even soothe a small child’s pain.
We scarcely could survive without a hug.
A hug can delight and warm and charm you.
A hug is a priceless, beautiful thing.
So in your free time please give one today.
I prayed to god to send me an angel,
A couple of days later you arrived.
A friend’s indeed only when they’re in need.
Your gruesome features make me want to hurl.
To fall in love is something you should try,
Or get to try before the day you die.
You want to stab the girl in the heart,
This may be hate but this is just the start.
1.Outside the window
I see the bare branches. Autumn is here
The rustling of the crunchy brownish leaves.
2.What I’d like to eat
A huge chocolate cake. I would devour.
The lovely dark chocolate lined with icing.
3.A recent dream
The wind in my hair. The water beneath.
This falling sensation could not be real.
4.Annoying tasks overdue
Picture frames. Crying out to be dusted.
As they hang on the partially painted walls.
5.My body
Yes it’s different. Don’t mean that you will change it.
To hate or not to hate it’s up to you


By *miracles*

Task 29 Iambic Meter

1. I dont know where to go so lets have a look. Part1
2.I want to learn how to play the tambourine.
3.The wind will always blow so gently here.
4.I dream of playing football in my dreams.
5.I need to eat some food to keep me full.
6.I broke my arm and need to mend it know.
7.I need to keep on writing so that you can pleased
8.I shivered when i thought i heard a thief.
9.My power failed everuone who was with me.
10.A storm was coming nearer towards me.
11.Now i need to keep myself content and free.
12.My hazel hair is soft as a pillow
13.should i take the green pill or the blue pill.
14.I dream of going to space if only they chose me.
15.I have no strength to fight a war that nobody will win
16.The wind will blow with powerfull strength
17.winter is the time to play with all the snow.
18.The sun will shine and shine and shine and shine
19.iI love the winter time but only whan it snows.
20.I saw a bird fly over my head towards me.

Part2

Outside the window

1.The sky is grey. It cries,
but later its happy.

What I like to eat

2.Chicken is nice, but
hang on chips are better.

A recent dream

3.It felt so real. My hands, my head,
and my feet were shaking

Annoying tasks overdue

4.Work at school and chores at
home. There is no time to
breathe.

My Body

5.I run. I sweat. I lose control.
There is no place to go.

Task 29

Melissa saw a huge and hazel eye

To cast a massive role in four plays
I need to be a good mistress very fast

Lots of pedestrians throw litter

William Shakespeare wrote lots of plays

I hate to be the first person at the cinema

Friends that you can trust and keep can turn

My family is fun but boring for some

The trout was more familiar with more fish food

A rather large tortoise came behind me

It's wings viciously swoops above my skull

His lashes can curl up higher than his

The five children could not figure out the sum

The Witch couldn't cast a spell on her properly

If only she was more confident

It's time to focus more on working now

The beach gets really crowded so wait now

The sound is loud i think you should turn it down

The lap top would not turn on for the man

Please can you come park with us lot now

1 Outside the window
The rain cries.It's drops droops low.
Like depressed women in a symmetry. I sympathise.

2 What I like to eat.
No pepper in Grenada. Instead
They Have Plantain it's heavenly

3 A Recent Dream
It was terrifying. Full of fear
Me fearful of the truth that hurts

4 Annoying tasks overdue
The flo was to difficult
I guess its going to be a detention

5 My Body
The stomach turned inside out
Butterflies.Itching Inside of me.

task 29

Task 1

1. I wish that summer came all year round, i wish!
2. If time stood still, this life would be so cold.
3. I dont see fear as clear as those who fight.
4. we owe so much to those who fought the war
5. describe how we can help ourselves survive
6. my eyes gaze up in search of strength from god.
7. i gaze at you; your eyes enchant my mind
8.perhaps i dont belong with those i hate.
9. my thoughts survive despite my minds command
10. alot depends on how i stage myself
11. towards the end it felt i'd just begun
12.how time can pass so quick without you here
13.if love can hurt so much, why chase such love
14.i dream of dreams i dreamt when i was youmg
15. suppose we found this life we live werent real
16.a force lies deep within my soul and heart
17.as thoughts flow through my head i feel confused
18.you broke my heart, it's been repaired
19. as yet i feel iambs still cause me trouble
20.i have the strength to fight my fears till death.

Task 2
outside the window
i watch and gaze within. unaware im there,
i see them sad and laugh.if only he saw

what i'd like to eat
at first my eyes were drawn towards the cake
the cream the taste the smell. but then: the fat

a recent dream
i dreamt a dream:of doves and guns it sounds
quite wierd but dreams are meant to be sureal

annoying tasks overdue
my eyes fall down my head hangs low.A task!
a task to hard, to long to do when dead.

my body
my face. it once was seen as art; but now
it bares the scars of youth.And cuts of love

Task 29

Part 1

1. Some say it is hot but I am freezing.
2. Adisa the Verbaliser was good.
3. I find it hard to rhyme with out rocking.
4. My bag fell in to a puddle its wet.
5. How can I cope with all this stuff you throw.
6. My flowers never survive the winter.
7. My shirt is sweaty on my back today.
8. My head feels like it will implode tonight.
9. Your socks are a very deep shade of pink.
10. The dinner’s getting very cold today.
11. The table lamp is very hot to touch.
12. Without my iphone life was super dull.
13. The lights are on but no one’s home today.
14. You are my beautiful little baby.
15. She always said you were irritating.
16. My mother always said, “Eat your green beans”.
17. My book is sitting on the shelf unread.
18. The lovely flowers are in bloom today.
19. My table is as hard as molten rock.
20. Sir makes us learn iambically this way.

Part 2

Outside the window
A tree sways. The autumnal breeze makes the
leaves fall down. They won't ever recover.

What I’d like to eat
At times I love jellybeans, they make me
smile and feel that life is truly worthwhile.

A recent dream
I smile but it’s not funny, my ruby
lips deceive you all, over and over.

Annoying tasks overdue
My rubber waits. O! to erase this line
from the page that taunts me all my hours.

My body
When you walk past me everyday I
Always shake and quake. Now please hit the brakes!

Task 29 - That can't be late

Part One

I thought this task was going to be ok,

Now I realise that that was a mistake.

Now I see that this is quite difficult

And this is going to take some of my time

Much more then I managed to put aside

But maybe this will teach me to rethink

The difficulty level of these tasks

And teach me to put more then this aside

The one way round this is to just revise

Iambic stuff I learnt awhile ago

So maybe this will help refresh my mind

So maybe I’ll learn to beat the deadline

And get ahead in all this metre stuff

Cause then I can put all of it aside

And spend sometime to concentrate on me

Instead of spending it all on my work

Plus this will help me in my future tasks

Learning the skill to be on perfect time

While still keeping sometime for me, myself

I’ll concentrate on my upcoming tasks


Part 2

Outside the Window

The sky above lets out an angry noise
Then heavens open then let out the rain.

What I’d like to eat

The Barbeque-ey taste stays in my mouth
Reminding me that pizza huts the way.

A recent Dream

I walked I tripped and then somehow I fell
Right into hell but I could not escape.

Annoying tasks overdue

The constant emailing that never stops
Familiar names that constantly crop up.

My Body

My skin, my face the parts I must accept
But flaws that I sometimes let lead the way.

Behind closed doors.

1.My life revolves around Iambic verse.
2.Creative writing does my head right in’.
3.If ‘work for idle thumbs’ meant this, I’m stuffed.
4.The crack cocaine engulfs his futile self.
5.Deoxyribonucleic acid rules!
6.Pulsating blankly, leaving all behind.
7.The world obeys me, time slows lazily.
8.He failed English, many mock his work.
9.For many people, life is the abyss.
10.He was mere inches clear of certain death.
11.McDonalds really needs inspecting.
12.Now I am close to meeting destiny.
13.In victory lies joy unlimited.
14.Within defeat lies charted defiance.
15.Inside most acronyms lie obscenities.
16.In life you either make or break the rules.
17.If life were politics, we’d all be fish.
18.What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine
19.I really don’t want iambs in my brain.
20.If Churchill were in charge we’d all be fine.

1. Outside the window.
I witness power. Tearing men themselves
limb for limb, then eye for eye. No morals.

2. What I’d like to eat.
The humble chicken, is the butt of many
jokes. What do you tend to choose, leg or breast?

3. A recent dream.
I recently was visited by my
old inner caveman, he was hypnic too.

4. Annoying tasks overdue.
Once upon a time, I got stuck on task
Five. Playing with the temper of the Man.

5. My body
Thy heart beats, freely within thy chest. Since
ne’er did I see such a fair maiden.

Task 29

It hurts to look; you’ve gone so far from me.

The past it holds on, never letting go.

It shines so bright yet darkness stays all night

A mistake, took you away from my path.

I feel the pain it’s growing inside me.

A secret, keeps the real you apart from
Us all and hides you being truly found.

Your voice; it’s nothing but perfect in sound.

The truth it hurts, you want to hear the lie.

It’s hard to believe I’m not by your side.

Your smile it colours beauty through my life.

Your love, it’s gone. I’m left to wait and wait.

I’m like a riddle; difficult to solve.

It’s not the same but you won’t understand.

I thought you had the key but I was wrong.

It’s now too late and nothing can be done.

Your music plays and makes you want to move.

A problem always finds its way to me.

You sometimes hear and see what’s not been there.

I walk all alone, somewhere no one knows.

1. Outside the window
The trees they wave at me in silence. Yes
They make it beautiful; a lovely view.

2. What I’d like to eat
Its ice cream that I want, it’s soft and melts
Like snow and reminds you of winter days.

3. A recent dream
It was too real. I stood too close that’s why
I fell off however it was a dream.

4. Annoying tasks overdue
It’s hard to find the peace when stress has no
End; papers suffocating you to death.

5. My body
My eyes is light in the most unclear fog
It’s big and bright; so special just for you.

Task 29

Part 1

If only I could live just by my rules

I know it's wrong but why does it feel right

At first I thought you really were the one
But now I know it wasn't meant to be

It's not my fault you left without Goodbye

You should have thought before you did the deed

Shut up you stupid little girl shut up

It doesn't have to end like this you know

A life where you're not here is much like death,
And dying by your side is much like life.

There really is no point in crying now
What's done is done, no tears can bring him back

My daughter's gone.I have no will to live

Why must we always have to scrap or fight
There's other ways to get your point across.

My heart was frozen by the sight of you,
Now ice cold water runs within my veins.

All the work I did has turned to dust

No power on this earth can break my dreams,
However strong and mighty it may be.

Part 2

Outside the window
The shining sun embraces all her slaves
With open arms.I wish I was outside.

What I'd like to eat
Well, I would like to have a chocolate cake
But Mum insists I have some fruit instead.

A recent dream
This time the horror was to real to bare
I swear I will not ever sleep again.

Annoying tasks overdue
My wrists about to break but I cannot
Afford to stop;stop and I'll be doomed

My body
A stupid little joke has turned to this,
I may not walk,ever again.

task 29

My shed is far to full to keep my bike.

A small smile can be known as charity.

I really should not be rude in class.
but sir and miss always send me out

A beutifuly desighned big pink ball dress.

If Maryam and suhaib were good friends.
i reckon it would be a good miricale

The boy you want is always at his mums.

My life without a mum would be so sad.

Why would i go to the park with you two.

Please do not come to beach with uslot.

You cant join our band sorry were rock squared.

when i went to the beach twenty years
ago.i asked my mum to stay in the water

When i asked for new friends you hated me.

I i could be your best friend but you did not,
want me to stay at your house today

The boy is crying-i know how he feels

I have a good house but my friend does not.

1)Outside the window
the cloud cries its force is fast
like lightning.i smile

2)what id like to eat
no macaronie in jamaica
but instead they have
sweet potato.its lovely

3)A recent dream
it was so scary the fear
grabbed my heart and
squeezed.

4)Annoying tasks over due
the homework was so hard
i did'nt do it but guess the
concequence.

5)My body
my nose is blocked.the
mucas is just there
i really hate it.


By Maryam Abdulghaffar

Part 1

1. The dreams I have had have all been of you.


2. The music that you played to me was great.


3. Your beautiful face swims around my mind.


4. Dreams of you are so unbelievable.


5. The thought of you never seems to leave me.


6. The taste of that meal will never leave my lips.


7. The sound of the waves as they come crashing.


8. The smile you gave me lightened my day


9. I don't believe the energy he has.


10. I completely forgot about this task.


11. He stood there blocking the sun from my face.


12. I dream of the day we are together.


13. I love you as much as anyone can.


14. That chocolate cake was so beautiful.


15. I loved you for everything you gave me.


16. You are only wanted for your money.


17. He was as ugly as an chimpanzee.


18. Those friends of mine I will love forever.


19. I will always be there for all of them.


20. I can't imagine life without all of them.

Part 2

Outside the window
I watch you every day. And each day
I wonder why you're there. And who you are.

What I'd like to eat
A rich chocolate cake. With sauce that melts
In your mouth. As the taste touches your lips.

A recent dream
You was standing there. As if waiting for
Me. But when I turned away you was gone.

Annoying tasks overdue.
The task sits there. As if waiting for me
To complete it. But then i forget too.

My body.
The long bones that builds my skeleton. The
Thing that helps me stand. And to help me move

Task 29; The Truth

The truth is never far behind a lie,
Since only lies can show what truths we hide.
You say you're sorry, but I know you're not.
Relieved and grateful you're the one who's safe.
She likes to hide reality away,
Because she dares not face it by herself.
She hides the stick beneath her pillow so,
The life within her doesn't realise.
The cold blue tears sprint down her tired sweet face,
Because the truth just snatched her dreams away.
She didn't study hard enough before,
Her tests; the keys to her Pandora's Box.
He's gone, he's gone forever, gone for good.
No note, no apology, no not one.
He's flown away, grown wings and taken off.
He's dead. Eternally he's left the joint.
The truth is there to bring you down to earth.
Since lies will only last a certain time
Before they come like tidal waves, that smash
And crumble everything beneath their tides.

1. Outside the window
A car whizzed by, not knowing Eddie's by
The corner. All he wanted was his ball.

2. What I'd like to eat
A sweet ice cream with flakes on top. Just don't
Put nuts please, I have allergies you see.

3. A recent dream
She froze time. Platform nine became this cold
And frightening place. Time was running out.

4. Annoying tasks overdue
The essay screamed my name. I turned around
To witness avalanches cascading.

5. My body
My fingers tapped away. Who knew that they
Could work so fast producing such fast art?

Champion

A Champions hard work never really ends
Most Runners-up will always reach the peak
But both will use performance enhancers,
All work and dedication can pay off
You cannot bear the shame of failing now
Will feelings be the reaper that ends them?
A person hopes to god that they do well
True meanings of skill are put to the test,
They feel the pain and suffer the effects,
Achievement’s when a real champion born,
One injury, one single injury
Is all it takes to ruin all that work,
The bitter aftertaste of pain, begins,
The whirlpool of confusion and delay,
The mind- the soul are all becoming low,
Each drop of perspiration goes to waste,
As it dries so too does my mind and soul
Time to reflect upon careers and life.


Outside the Window
A Harlot stands outside the churches wall
Do holy men dare wonder or to drool?

What I’d like to eat
I see it glistening in the sun’s delight
I’ve got to have that Mars Bar and the Sprite.

3. A Recent Dream
Headlamps of it illuminate my eyes
I’ve but a matter of seconds to avoid it

4. Annoying tasks overdue
My clear head fills with panic and pure fear
My hands an dfeet are frozen as it nears

5. My body
My nose is dripping with each breath I draw
My lungs demand more oxygen, much more.

Task 29: A New Year

I was struggling to think of an apt image to head this post, and so I went for this instead.
My daughter's second name is Kavita (which is the Hindi for POEM)...

So here we are. The first task of the new academic year. And to those of you new to the workshop - either as moderators or as students - welcome to wordvoodoo.

Much of this term is going to return to poetry, on the assumption that it is there that we can all refine our writing skills most effectively, before we apply them to prose and drama later in the year. There is something about the discipline and exactitude poetry can demand that is perfect training ground for the young writer.

But first, a word about rules. Over the next few weeks, we will be mastering a number of different poetic principles and conventions - rules, really. But this is NOT to say that I think good writing is rule-bound. On the contrary, some of the best writing breaks the rules on a regular basis, but it does so DELIBERATELY and for a REASON. And the only way to learn how to break the rules deliberately and for a reason is to learn how to stick to them first. Many of the best and most original (and anarchic) musicians, artists, writers only attained that flair through learning the rules first of all.

Last year, we did a lot of work on IAMBs and IAMBIC METER. Whilst some of you were better at this than others, I don't think ANY of you mastered it completely; and I think I moved on too quickly to all the other types of feet for many of you really to keep up. So, as you've probably guessed by now, it's back to the IAMB.

Before I explain to you again what an IAMB is, you need to understand three other things: syllables; stress; and feet.

A SYLLABLE is, essentially, the building block of sound within any word/sentence. At primary school, you may have learnt syllables by clapping along to a word. For example:

• the word syllable has 3 syllables: SYL-LA-BLE
• the word example has 3 also: EX-AM-PLE

Now look at those two words and say them aloud. As you do so, you will find yourself giving emphasis or STRESS to some syllables and not to others. For example:

• the word syllable naturally has a stress on the 1st syllable: SYL-la-ble
• to stress the 2nd syllable would sound strange and wrong: syl-LA-ble
• although the adjective from this noun WOULD have the second syllable stressed: syllabic (syl-LA-bic)
• as for the 3rd syllable, I guess we could say it is stressed (SYL-la-BLE) or unstressed (SYL-la-ble) - and such flexibility will prove really helpful when writing our poetry.

Now, on your own, write down, on a piece of paper, 10 different polysyllabic (i.e. more than one syllable) words at random. Then work out which syllable(s) within each one is stressed. When we are annotating poetry, we would usually put a / sign above each stressed syllable and a U sign above each unstressed one.

Hopefully, now, you understand SYLLABLES and how they are STRESSED (or unstressed).

So what is a FOOT?

Any of you for whom music makes you want to dance, sing in the shower, or simply tap your fingers or foot (i.e. ALL of you) will have some understanding of the concept of a BEAT. Dance without sticking to the beat and you look silly; dance TO the beat, and (unless you are me) you can look cool.

Well, poetry, also, has a beat - and, once you 'tune into' it, you will find it just as powerful and contagious as any song on your MP3 player. In poetry, each line consists of a number of beats - but, in poetry, we call them FEET.

Look at this famous nursery rhyme:

Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
Her lamb was sure to go

If you read this out loud, you will find yourself stressing certain syllables, and, in doing so, you are identifying the beat (and therefore the FEET) of the poem. Here it is again, but with the stressed syllables in capitals:

MA-ry HAD a LIT-tle LAMB
its FLEECE was WHITE as SNOW
and EVE-ry-WHERE that MA-ry WENT
her LAMB was SURE to GO

Now look at the feet (beats). See how there are 4 feet in lines 1 and 3, and 3 feet in lines 2 and 4. How about this famous line by William Wordsworth:

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Or, broken down:

i WAN-dered LONE-ly AS a CLOUD

Again, 4 feet.

Hopefully, now, you have some understanding, therefore, of SYLLABLES, STRESS and FEET.

Now, in poetry, there are different types of foot. To confuse you, here are some of them:
anapest (anapestic meter) = UU/ (dee-dee-DUM)
spondee (spondaic meter) = /UU (DUM-dee-dee)
trochee (trochaic meter) = /U (DUM-dee)

But the simplest (and most common) of all is:
the iamb (iambic meter) = U/ (dee-DUM)

All except one of the feet in the nursery rhyme above is iambic (apart from the first foot, which is a half-iamb - the DUM without the dee); all four feet in Wordsworth's line are iambic too.

Some of you, in fact, have iambic names: na-JAF, a-NIQ-a, me-LIS-sa.

And this last example leads me to my first WARNING. Just because an iambic foot has two syllables, does NOT mean that iambic verse can only consist of TWO-syllable words.
Look at this, for instance:

Melissa is intelligence itself
[me-LIS-sa IS in-TEL-li-GENCE it-SELF]

See how I have built into that line 1-, 2-, 3- and even 4-syllable words, whilst still sticking to the iambic rhythm.

If you are still unclear about all this, you could do a lot worse than have a look at some of the really early tasks from last year (e.g. 2, 3, 4, 5 and 17). Also, I have been browsing through a fantastic little book this weekend all about poetic rhythm and meter. It's called 'The Ode Less Travelled', and it is written, in a completely accessible and light-hearted style, by the comedian Stephen Fry. You might want to mention it, in passing, to your parents each morning and see if they get the hint and buy it for you. :)

Now, your task for this week comes in two parts, both of which will require you to write in iambic PENTAMETER. This might sound like a complicated word, but actually, just like a PENTAGON is a shape with 5 sides, so a pentameter is a line with 5 feet. And, this week, you do NOT have to rhyme!

Part One

First of all, I just want you to write some iambic pentameters for me. 20 lines, in fact.

They do NOT need to rhyme.

They do NOT need to have anything in common with each other.

They do NOT need to be profound or complicated.

Just write about the first things that come into your mind - just make sure you do so in 5 iambic feet.

I don't mind if you write 20 single (and unrelated) lines, or if some of them are pairs of lines. Just let it flow, and don't try to THINK about it too much.

Here is my attempt, just to give you an idea of what I mean:

My bed is far too warm to leave behind.

A little child is lost within the man

I really should not eat so much ice cream,
But Ben and Jerry call me from the tub.

A poor resigned facsimile of joy

If chocolate cake were healthy I'd be fine.
I reckon I could manage five-a-day

The tin you want is always at the back

My life without an iphone is bereft

If only I could tell her how I felt

It comes in waves and takes me by surprise

There's nothing you can do to ease my pain

When I was six I lost the right to smile
You'd think by thirty four I'd have it back

It's finished: don't return it to the fridge

Five thirty isn't morning, it is night.
So please go back to bed and let me sleep.

The sky is crying - I know how it feels

A loyal friend loves ugliness as well

You have to start to THINK iambically

Your moderators will look closely at each one and help you work out how closely you have adhered to iambic pentameters throughout. They will also comment on any particular original ideas, words or phrases, and they will help you explore ways to make some of your lines even more effective.

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What we have worked on so far is individual lines of iambic pentameter - and, even where we have produced pairs of lines, there is still a very obvious break at the end of each one.

The term for this type of line is END-STOPPED. Lots of poetry is written in this way, leaving each separate line kind of self-sufficient, even if it relates in some ways to those before and after it.

END-STOPPED poetry is fine. Honestly. It does the job, and, often, it can be extremely powerful. In fact, some of the best lines of poetry ever written have been end-stopped.

But it can also be a little tedious, a touch restrictive and, sometimes, rather dry. So, with the second part of your task this week, you are going to learn and practise two techniques to free up your iambic verse: CAESURA and ENJAMBEMENT.

A caesura is a strong, deliberate break or pause WITHIN a line of poetry. Sometimes it might be marked only with a comma, but often it will be shown by a semi-colon, a colon or even a full stop. However it is written in, it consists of exactly the same sort of pause we are used to hearing at the END of a line, but right in the middle of a line instead.

Here are some examples:

• I love to go to school; it is my home.
• I seem to have upset you. I will go.
• Some people tell the truth, whilst others lie.

Enjambement is when the entire meaning of a line of poetry runs on to the next, often without even any punctuation whatsoever. The word comes from the French, enjamber (meaning to stride). When enjambement is used, the line makes no sense whatsoever without the line that follows it.

Here is an example:

I cry. I shake. You take me underneath
Your wing. Newborn, I wrap myself within
The warmth of everything you are, my friend.

See how each line is completely dependent on the one before and/or after it.
Notice also how I have still stuck to the rhythm and structure of the iambic pentameter throughout.

And look how, in using enjambement, it becomes even easier to incorporate caesuras too.

Part Two

The second part of your task requires you to write a series of couplets (paired lines), each in iambic pentameter, and each making maximum use of caesura and enjambement.

The themes for this task I have borrowed from Stephen Fry's book, because I love the variety and accessiblity of them and I hope you will too. So I would like you to write 5 couplets, one under each of the following titles/headings:

1. Outside the window
2. What I'd like to eat
3. A recent dream
4. Annoying tasks overdue
5. My body

Your moderators will look here very closely not only at your use of iambic pentameter, but also at your mastery of caesura and emjambement. In addition, they will also, hopefully, be able to identify any particularly original phrases and profound ideas within what you have written. So, if you find that the rules I have set become easy, why not set yourself the additional challenge of sneaking in some stylish metaphors or similes, some alliteration or even some rhyme.

As always, here is my attempt:

1. Outside the window
The willow weeps. Its sombre branches hang
Like mourners at a funeral. I cry.

2. What I'd like to eat
No crunchies in Australia. Instead
They have the Violet Crumble: it's divine.

3. A recent dream
I swear I was awake. The terror gripped
Me hard with all the certitude of truth.

4. Annoying tasks overdue
The bookshelf bursts its banks; it inundates
Each table, worktop, chair with homeless tomes.

5. My body
My tonsils are defunct. A moonscape scarred
By childhood craters of disease, they suck!

Good luck! I recognise this is a pretty meaty task, and each part carries many challenges. But I thought it would be a great opportunity for you all to kickstart the new year with a bang. :)

All submissions MUST be posted by MIDNIGHT on Saturday 11th October. To miss your FIRST deadline would be VERY serious indeed.

I have asked your moderators to log on any time during the subsequent week to post their comments.

If any of you get stuck, you are welcome to email me during the week. In addition, I will make myself available Monday and Tuesday lunchtimes for anyone who wants some one-to-one support. :)

Seeing Red (Leyton Orient Day)

Red. A colour associated with love; yet it shows no relevance whatsoever to love: an indescribable emotion. Violence, fierceness and blood, yeah right, that's enough romance needed to push you over the edge you call life. Violence is red, calmness is blue, yet how does romance, become red too? If roses represent love, yet a sort of hate at the same time, then why are they considered harmess? Love is a guilty pleasure: you hate that you love it. So what does this mean? Is love red?

He used to give me roses; I loved them like I loved him, until an unexpected prick of a thorn changed it all, with pure red blood seeping from my fingers like melting ice cream on a hot summers day. I hadn't expected to lose blood over a rose, then again I hadn't expected to lose love for him either. The more roses I gained, the more blood I lost, the more love I lost simultaneously. It was over before my hands were completely covered in little love cuts.

It wasn't long before his tanned, muscular arms were around another woman. Tall yet slender, brown hair flowing down her toned back like curtains draping over double glazed windows. Gosh. What did he see in her? Except for the fact she was more or less perfect or unbelievably enviably beautiful, she was nothing. She WAS beautiful though, he knew it. They all did. They way he would look her in the eye and shower her with those lovely roses of heartbreak and pain. Oh, how I missed that. Immediately my eyes inspected her long slim fingers, a pebple of shiny rock instantly cathing my attention. Wow, they were serious. Yet, that wasn't what surprised me. No. Her left hand embellished in love, with love cuts almost covering the pale surface.

That was then. If he could move on, I didn't see why I shouldn't. A few weeks later I was back at the same restaurant where I had seen them together and where he had taken me on our first date. Yet I was with the NEW man of my dreams, in my red dress, once again. My love cuts had been patched up by then; my heart sewn together like ripped jeans.

"Elizabeth, this is for you". He took out a ruby red rose from the cheap plastic vase the restaurant had no nerve of misplacing on our table. I was seeing red all over again. From this day forth I've been seeing red. I guess it's true what they say. Love cuts.