Picture History and Poetry

Direct from 4chan: The serious story of how Canada came close to military greatness on the stage of the Cold War and then shot himself in the foot. Him, because in Axis-Powers Hetalia, Canada is a boy. Even a non-plane aficionado can appreciate this anonymous author's writing. "And lo, the great underpopulated landmass of the North saw that the CF-100, a great metal bird known as Canuck, had not the thrust nor the sleekness to get out of its own way, and the King of Cana'ada saw it ungood... read more

Words in History Contrary to popular belief, I don't want to be an author, because authors are just people who get paid to write, and writing is just putting words together the way someone would a symphony, one rhythmic note against blank spaces at a time. I would prefer to be a storyteller, though for the record, I'm not good at public speaking, not the way politicians are, or performance poets, or people who are brave. A part of it might be because I don't like it when others...

Being a call for contributions to a 12-hour** Carrolian, Goreyan, Seussian history of the travels of the Vorpal Blade , whose appearance in Certain Quarters is well attested. Whereas Part the First of this History has been provided for us by csecooney ; to wit: On When-day did bold Dewey Glade Stumble on the Vorpal Blade "Fit me to your hand," it bade; "I'm of such stuff as poems are made! In honing your contribution , please consider the Wheres and Whys and Whens, not to...

quick! i need this edited and crit'd by monday! and, by 'monday,' i clearly mean, 'sunday night so i can print it out.' the assignment was a poem about a positive change. i chose interracial marriage. but i'm not pleased with this poem, at all. it's not doing anything i'm telling it to. (though yoursolace   helped me out with this SO MUCH, THANK YOU!) tear it apart, ect. (obviously, the 'i' is not ME. though i figure that, if i ever get married, it'll probably be interracial marriage...

poetry: they ask - i reply ~100 words | your future? they ask - curious Your future? They ask – curious University I reply – honest For? They ask – still curious. Science and History I reply – matter-of-fact Why? They ask – shocked Science? Duty. History? Love. I reply – sincere. But They say – confused Yes? I ask – amused You never... They say – unsure I still don't I say – still don't know What is right or wrong For me. But I have four years to find out. Maybe cosmetics. Maybe Australia...

 So in English class we're starting to read a Tale of Two Cites.  For some random reason, our teacher had us write anaphoras in the still of the first sentence ("It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...") so being an obsessive Doctor Who freak, I wrote ones with references that no one got except my friend Brittany.  Later in History, those anaphoras evolved into this:           It's kinda mleh at the moment, but then again I never was good at poetry... A man smiles, unspoken...