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Ankit's Creative Writing: October 2011
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Sunday, October 30, 2011. A Highway at Night Part 2. Cleared, and now. Ahead of me,. Stuck, and the. My exit soon,. Thursday, October 27, 2011. The crisp, cool wind. Blows in my face. As I look out at the sea. The rocky shoreline,. Staring at the gray water,. And I suddenly realize. So I jump in,. Lie on my back,. And look up at the cloudy sky. And I let the current carry me. Friday, October 14, 2011. The words that come. Are drab. Unfeeling. Could carry no meaning? But this time they have. So I pull out.
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Ankit's Creative Writing: Into the Jungle
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Saturday, November 26, 2011. Creepers and weeds bar the way. Into the jungle before me. I can weave a path. Through the fence that blocks me. Or hack and slash my way. Through the dense, overgrown brush. That would be easy to find again. As I try to decide. I slip my knife. From its leather sheath at my waist. Off the polished blade. Penetrating the dark green leaves ahead. Distracting me from my reverie. I replace the knife. And buckle its case. As I push a vine out of the way. As I take my first step.
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Ankit's Creative Writing: May 2012
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Saturday, May 26, 2012. 220 Milligrams of Naproxen. There is FIRE s p r e a d i n g. From my chin to my ears. Along the side of my face. Pressing on my tongue. IT HURTS to move. The lumps are like golf balls. Sitting above my neck. 220 milligrams of naproxen. Pulled by the water. To dissolve in my blood. Thirty minutes go by. 220 milligrams of naproxen. WHERE do you sit. Will you really do ANYTHING? Relief comes on like the tide coming in. But then suddenly, I realize. The golf balls are back to almonds.
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Ankit's Creative Writing: December 2011
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011. The element glows,. But it's hot;. The electric glow burns. But it's still pretty. And i still want it. So i try again. And this time it doesn't hurt. But the coil is stuck. I can't pull it out. So i try again. But the heat's back. But it's still pretty. And i still want it. So i keep trying. Note: this is incomplete, but I wanted to get it down before I went to sleep. Also not sure I'll get back to it, but I have plans for it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). All of my writings.
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Ankit's Creative Writing: November 2011
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Saturday, November 26, 2011. Creepers and weeds bar the way. Into the jungle before me. I can weave a path. Through the fence that blocks me. Or hack and slash my way. Through the dense, overgrown brush. That would be easy to find again. As I try to decide. I slip my knife. From its leather sheath at my waist. Off the polished blade. Penetrating the dark green leaves ahead. Distracting me from my reverie. I replace the knife. And buckle its case. As I push a vine out of the way. As I take my first step.
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Ankit's Creative Writing: Stovetop
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011. The element glows,. But it's hot;. The electric glow burns. But it's still pretty. And i still want it. So i try again. And this time it doesn't hurt. But the coil is stuck. I can't pull it out. So i try again. But the heat's back. But it's still pretty. And i still want it. So i keep trying. Note: this is incomplete, but I wanted to get it down before I went to sleep. Also not sure I'll get back to it, but I have plans for it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Ankit's Creative Writing: 220 Milligrams of Naproxen
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Saturday, May 26, 2012. 220 Milligrams of Naproxen. There is FIRE s p r e a d i n g. From my chin to my ears. Along the side of my face. Pressing on my tongue. IT HURTS to move. The lumps are like golf balls. Sitting above my neck. 220 milligrams of naproxen. Pulled by the water. To dissolve in my blood. Thirty minutes go by. 220 milligrams of naproxen. WHERE do you sit. Will you really do ANYTHING? Relief comes on like the tide coming in. But then suddenly, I realize. The golf balls are back to almonds.
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Ankit's Creative Writing: A Highway at Night Part 2
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Sunday, October 30, 2011. A Highway at Night Part 2. Cleared, and now. Ahead of me,. Stuck, and the. My exit soon,. November 25, 2011 at 8:17 PM. I like the middle stanza. It gives the poem some culture and personality which I feel you tend to leave out of your poems in fear of making them too specific and detailed. The more detail the better! I challenge you to write one poem that has as little vagueness as you can manage. Do it. Now. Go! November 26, 2011 at 1:42 AM. Well, I tried ( Into the Jungle.
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Ankit's Creative Writing: Emotion Extraction
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Thursday, November 24, 2011. It sticks inside,. I can't get it off. So I push play,. And let the rhythm collect,. And let the molecules bind,. And let the sticky dissolve. Then I pull out the plug,. And watch it seep out,. And it leaves me clean. And it leaves me empty. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Learn more about my non-profit, Teach 4 Detroit. All of my writings. View my complete profile. Simple theme. Theme images by luoman.
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