Here are this semester’s 4-5th period Creative Writing class’s poems written in the Exquisite Corpse method. What I love about these lines is how they were created almost randomly but have a kinda of weird logic. I like how some of these seem almost brilliant, in an obtuse way. See here for previous semesters’ poems.
Flowers smell good, and, look, it’s a rat. Ahh, OK.
Not so much are you this.
Away I ran with nothing red.
The dog just keeps going to convince you that you are beautiful.
Quit being such a tiny hummingbird that flew like the wild hunt.
Physical traits are great to have.
Do you understand, kid, you’re the apple?
No, I’m not “heh” like a bunch of cats in the litter boxers.
I wrote to who is your special secret.
People are dumb and complicated. I’m so dang complicated.
I cannot lie to me like I’m a clown.
Die in a whole.
An inappropriate word is bongo and bingo. I like Uno better than the last one off the rough ground.
Songs about love come from melons.
Equations are the dumbest Cheez-its.
Dang, my life—is it going to happen?
Bored love is amazing and sweet like drops of sprinkles on the house.
Swing by sometime, or maybe just Marvin Gaye and get too big for me.
Blue hats are cool just like no one else you knew.
Who didn’t flush after I went to a house in the point of this is creativity?
It will be soon.
Take another hint, I guess.
Brussel sprouts are fire and have straight ice hanging off my neck.
Neck of the snake vanishes like dead demons evaporate.
Bomb.com, a website where you, me, we’re face to face.
Here is the end of the smart people who can recite Miranda rights to party.
Humpty Dumpty, like, sat on the wall. Bang. What even is that? Is not cool, man. Oh, well.
Park parallel literally anywhere you would like to.
It can be a secret now?
She is too fast for you, slow Poker Face by Lady Gaga waduba romance.
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