Here are this semester’s 10th 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.
The best ideas come in dreams that don’t come true.
Hard is always math sometimes.
Tonight I will try to be late or not.
Butter is what I put the lime in.
Under the evil mask, he washes his blue cars.
Look, a bird — oh, my brother went to college.
In the dark side of the moon, eclipses are beautiful.
Hill tops can be pointy like the edge of the things.
We lived happily ever before, but not anymore.
As the wind blew, hard work pays off.
My feet hurt so much love can be meaningful.
Emotions aren’t always heard noises in the background of a picture.
The world and only you are very loud.
Are people weird like I like to be?
Meanings are just a dictionary to find the meanings.
Together we are a Big Bang theory.
Names can be weird but nothing ever makes sense.
A willow tree flows through my hair as my eyes closed the ocean.
Very beautiful people are ugly caterpillars.
Scary novels make me vomit up your lunch.
Time can be very slowly run.
I really want to sleep together at night with it.
With it being rainy, my sister has two cats.
Days go by like nights.
Pizza is not always good deeds and forgiveness.
Running is so boring that one day the world is.
Getting sunburnt like a pig inside the deep abyss.
A good corndog is dog wrapped in the lonely forest by the luck that we will go undefeated this season.
Sweetie, you don’t need to lead us to our life.
Our only dog ran away with you, you peasant.
Please say thank you next time flies by in high school.
Sucking on toes isn’t your favorite color.
Happiness is a warm smile because you’re beautiful, yet so ugly; still, I do not know that you are unique.
People are very slow at times. They smell like turtles.
Time is relative to a dog.
Yesterday was so dry and so the clock is the sky.
When I’m lonely, I feel very awake. Somebody once told me that I was a rockstar. I am bored in green eggs and ham.
Tape your mouth shut because bad breath sucks bad when you eat your own boogers on Spongebob’s greasy spatula from Spongebob the show.
Fearful eyes look at moons’ swoon like debutantes’ fantasy.