Here is a calisthenic that I created with my class after we tried the EMO poetry write together. It still needs some work, but we are a lot closer.
Here is the first draft that we came up with as a class:
I hate you
You’re such a jerk
My soul weeps
The anger is talking over my body
I cut myself every night
It’s always dark and lonely
The blood rushes through my veins
I want to kill you
What happens if I die?
Will anyone care if I’m gone?
Will there be roses on my coffin?
Will my ghost still linger?
I love the way you lie.
Here is what came from it after we started to write about a mall cop:
Tasers patrol the mall for chances
to silence Hollister and Aeropostle.
Fads change with season
as feet weep across the depressing ground.
Neon signs demand gifts
from Black Friday crusaders
adrenaline wastes away in the food court
as respect and glory melt
with each "super-sale" on Maybelline.
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