I really liked this poem, from about a week ago, and I thought I’d share it with you. Sorry for no posts, school is so hectic! But I am doing a cool art project that should be done Friday. Would you be interested in seeing?
water is 92% of me,
.92 parts of me.
92/100ths of me.
without water,
we’re 8% of our former selves,
only .08 parts of us,
8/100ths what we were;
with less than 10% left of me,
<.10 parts of me,
<10/100ths of me-
i am an empty glass.
what kind of person is that?
Did you like this poem? Would you like to see more like this? Have you written anything similar? Comment, I love to chat!
XOXO,
april mclauren
PS, play auditions are happening! I should be posting about that Saturday, after the cast list is hopefully posted. Are you participating in any plays?
Hello!
I just stumbled across your blog, and read a few posts. I really like it, especially since I’m a young author.
Writer to Writer: I am going through serious writer’s block. It’s like ‘every idea is a bad idea’ and nothing seems to help. It’s been going on for around 2 weeks. I hate it so much! Any tips?
Your new(est)follower,
Rachel V
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Thanks so much for taking the time to check out my blog!
Well, I know you might have heard this advice before, but don’t be afraid to write bad. Just get some words out onto the page. In fact, I’ve gotten some of my plot twist and turns from the randomness I’ve written! I call it word puke. Kinda weird name, I know, but you’d be surprised at how it well it works! Hope this helped,
xx April
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Hi April,
I really like this poem. I am doing the same sort of poem challenge.
If you get a chance maybe you could check out my blog,
https://theislandofmeblog.wordpress.com/
Thank,
Emily
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Your welcome! I’m glad you enjoyed it 😀
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Cool poem, April! I am also auditioning for a play soon! What play are you auditioning for?
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James and the Giant Peach, what about you
?
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Oh cool! I tried out for Sound of Music. 🙂
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