Tagged: free form
Aligning Text: A New Stylistic Tool To Enhance Your Writing
Yeah, I’m a mega-nerd, as mega-nerdy as they come.
Text alignment isn’t just for right-aligning headers and center-aligning titles and tabbing over for paragraphs and such. You, the creator, can utilize it as a stylistic tool in your writing. Continue reading
Pillow talk
Schooling is not the same as education education - it is sacred. Here it is commodified - twisted, manipulated, thrown away with every spit bubble lazily popping at your mouth, every glazed over look you give your teacher Continue reading
Where you will find me when I’m “writing”
Can I wake up here and write?
Not at home.
Well, yes, sometimes I write at home, but if it were my world to dictate, I wouldn’t.
At home, I’ll write in the comfort of my own bed (as I am right now). There’s some comfort in reclining on a fluffy pillow, bare toes wiggling beneath the covers, with easily accessible water and a power cord nearby.
Or I’ll write in the kitchen, in the little breakfast area where I can sit with a plate of food, with my back facing the wall so I can write in private and observe my family members as they sidle in and out of the kitchen for food to eat.
At school, I’ll write in between classes and during free periods like the weirdo I am, because when the urge to write hits you, you have to comply, which often means blogging while other people are watching TV shows. It also means other people glancing over curiously to see what I’m typing, which more than often involves them sending invisible but strong waves of judgment towards me, and less than often involves them striking a conversation about my writing.
If things were to always go my way Continue reading
Intense, like no other
Intense, like running a burned finger under cold tap water
Intense, like debating for 3 days straight
Intense, like the way you devote your life to something unconventional
knowing there are so many reasons for which it could fail, but holding on because of the one reason it might work out
Intense…is the way I feel about you. Continue reading
at night, my mind wanders
into uncharted territory
it trespasses onto private property
it tiptoes past safety guards protecting
enforcing a barrier between what i want to feel and what i need to feel Continue reading
You you you you
An Ode to Frozen Yogurt
Here’s to you, frozen yogurt!
I love your multiplicity in flavor,
your variety in topping,
your recent boom in popularity.
What used to be a vague, alien concept
is now a treat that I look forward to
even in the dead of winter,
in horribly cold 40-degree weather.
The Evolution of a Girl
Here she comes in her stroller,
dressed in white and no recognition of the corruption that surrounds her
Her parents cross their fingers and hope that she is destined for good things.
Here she comes on her bike,
dressed in pedal pusher jeans that everyone else seems to be wearing these days
No acknowledgement of the hardships that come with the joys in life
Her friends roll their eyes and then go out and buy an identical pair.
Here she comes in the passenger seat,
living her life through someone else
When they succeed, she is happy.
When they fail, all seems wrong.
But she picks up and finds someone else to follow.
Here she comes on crutches that dig in,
having found someone that pushed her off her chair.
The scars – they will never fade entirely
a friendly reminder of the past
of the reality of life
of the hardships that come with the joy.
There she goes in her limo,
she’s out the door,
quickly, quickly,
into the sun.
She’ll never find another permanent shadow in which to find comfort
Her parents cross their fingers and hope that she is destined for greatness.
— a part of the Weekly Writing Challenge
