Why be Normal?

Freebird

So I’m sitting here writing this sonnet
and I’ve got myself in a kerfuffle.
An Iambic pentameter bonnet
would make this process a lot less awful.

I’m not really sure if this is correct,
my syllables seem terribly awkward.
Now I can’t think of what rhyme to use next,
all I can think of to rhyme with is “bird”.

Now “bird” is a word that fits this moment,
the moment when things get out of my hands,
the words refuse to my will to be bent,
the poetry then makes its own demands.

You must trust your fingers, just let them fly,
The pulling of poetry, don’t deny.

Well…criticism anyone? this is supposed to be iambic pentamer but i just kinda gave up.

There once existed a creature
that now is long forgotten,
found only in lore and literature,
This thing is known as the iamb.

At one time common in England,
this creature was very strange.
Five of them would form a band
in which they lived and ranged.

But most unusual of all
the iamb had just one foot,
so due to natural selection,
his species became caput.

And if you ever asked an iamb, “Hello, how are you?”,
he simply stated, “I am.”, though now that’s no longer true.

This is an assignment for my creative writing workshop. The only rule, this must have 14 lines (its a sonnet, sort of).

What do you think? How can I make it better?

(via rachell)
Can I get an Amen?

I really really wish my camera could take quality night photos.
Last night, the stars were oober bright, so much that you could see the lines of light between them.

Driving … home …. from home…
(Burlington to Iowa City)
I could see the lights of farm houses strewn around me,
and it reminded me of the stars,
and I felt like I was falling through them.

Maybe the stars were wishing on me :P

~Aud
PS: Strings of headlights at a distance are like a high-speed candle lit procession :)

New Favorite thing:

Finding girl scout cookies hidden in the back freezer.

Least Favorite thing:

Unwittingly watching footage of a colon during a colonoscopy on the 10 o’clock local news….

I went grocery shopping and then we concocted bombs from Mtn. Dew bottles, foil, and toilet cleaner, threw them around town and “DIP DIP DIP!”-ped the fuck out!