Here are this semester’s Creative Writing classes’ 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. Punctuation was added, but the words below appear as they were in the Exquisite Corpse poems made in class recently.
Exciting news is coming into house barefoot.
Anytime we can all hang off the old tree is air.
Blue is my favorite colors.
Today I woke up, told my dog to stop making a fool of mice and men.
Sometimes I’m happy; sometimes I’m so ready to graduate.
I’m excited to be married but not orange.
School appropriately dress in clouds.
Queen Elizabeth is dead like the nae nae.
Mashed potatoes are delicious while mashed potatoes are good.
Wait to be in cars.
The end is now and later.
Can you write a thesis statement on your paper cuts?
Live a little and feast is what I did.
I ate the whole case of a sound from a mouse.
Dogz is a boy band of musical animals with some ramen on the album.
Logic does not cross the pig.
The pig ate the other times.
Party like it’s 1999 or peanut butter with some jelly with bread and peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter.
The number of the way I eat grass.
The best things are like stuff that could be danger ahead of me.
I love you, so I knew what I am.
Earth is not spinning today.
Silly words are used to create a new species already. I’m just getting started.
I need to use the Earth.
The Earth deserves to be careful for the wasps.
You are such a bee.
Luigi is a character from Avenue to Lake Street.
The best options are too complicated with my boots and coat.
Sign when you are tired of your stupid lies.
Mock me rudely later today.
Like, what is your problem solving?
You are such a can of beans on my shirt.
Many people think that I’m really hungry right now.
I am hungry due to the dark world made of glazed donuts.
Stop talking helps with good communication with the elderly.
Because of the peach, James is a name.
From limb to limb in limbo, you put that thing back.
Very boring sentences make me want to die to go to Florida.
Quickly here the critics come.
Yes to the dress like you are 21 kisses.
We will forever remain quiet for a while.
Zucchini tastes like wet dust.
I am actually elephant, is going extinct — goodbye!
What do I write to see her here?
Live in peace and candy bars.
Nothing pure is faithful, though pain continues to grow flowers in the summer.
Eat candy bars where you meet guys.
Ever speak to me again.
Time is something that doesn’t potato even death.
Fancy new clothes, fire flows into my heart, my Instagram pic witchcraft.
A very deep water was below me.
A boring word is a word is a word is a word is love for you or maybe a special car.
Divine the dinner was he made for you.
Beans make people feel, “so what do I write?”
I write my own life away from me.
Spotless is not my converse.
To create something is to eat raw pasta.
Toads roam the night. Roads really suck in Illinois.
Sad kitten, eat corn magenta and turquoise.
Halls are so very long hair braided down beautifully.
Home is where love blossoms bloom every Tuesday.
A strong word is only worth something pretty wild and vile.
Super white rabbits jumped very quickly picking pickled peppers, Peter.
Forever is a long time to start something new.
You shall always keep going to your jobs.
Jobs are difficult to keep calm.
Light as a feather, heavy snow is expected.
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