Sofi- Thoughts to Bring Yourself Down // Response 3

Thoughts to Bring Yourself Down (If you were to die tomorrow)

“If you were to die tomorrow,

what would you change about today?”

I know that I’d change,

well, just about everything.

My regrets,

my mistakes,

but we all make a ton of those,

supposedly some rather not share.

You don’t get a say when you’re 6 feet

under everyone else's steps,

watching friends pulled by yellow balloons

as they learn how to grin.

Everyone has an expiration date,

inescapable fate.

I don’t know what I’d do if I were to die tomorrow,

I mean,

my thoughts bury me from day to day.

Shove me inside of a locket,

the ground’s new created pocket,

like I said,

6 feet underground,

and I can’t ever escape,

these thoughts in your creatively, exterminated mind.

Ghost don’t actually exist,

I just created them in my head.

Especially the ones that look familiar,

like someone else I met 6 feet below,

watching our same friends go,

and they float away,

but in my mind,

a different way.

In good ol' America, April is National Poetry Month! (Yayyy) And so for this month, we decided to post poems that we've written for our Response (to the) third!

I hope you enjoy our poems! (sorry I'm not a very great poet, and btw this was a poem I had written for an English project)

xx

Rachel- Poetry // Response 3

Thoughts

They overflow the mind

Like a river, they flow from one spot to another.

Ripples that crinkle on the surface,

like one idea that surpasses another.

Sometimes they all rush in,

Overflowing the mind of unmade decisions.

One leading to another in connections;

Like looking at a bunch of trees in the reflection,

where their branches intertwine.

There are good thoughts,

as the purest water.

There are bad thoughts,

as the contaminated water.

The brain becomes infested with words;

trying to put together all the keywords.

But sometimes these words are useless,

Unless there's meaning behind them

lurking in its shadow.

But this mind was flooded with thoughts.

It was at maximum capacity,

or an overpopulated city.

Some ideas get swept away by the strong force of the current;

Where one idea is pushed away by another.

But in the process of its production,

these thoughts led to a flooded city of destruction.

Hope you enjoyed my original poem, as well as the new Response 3 that we are doing! 

-Rachel

Sofi- An Around the Circle Poem

So the other day in our school's creative writing club, we did this as a warm up. This would be such a fun to do with one, two, or many friends. It's so easy and so fun! You get really cool ideas and thoughts from the things you write. :) (sadly, this was the day both Sam and Rachel weren't at club)

How to:
It's nothing difficult, as we literally did this as a warm up for the club it wouldn't be so difficult, and all you need is a paper and writing tool (i.e. pencil or pen, maybe a quill and ink, feather pens, maybe you use crayons or water color to write). Anyway, that's all!

Basically what you do:
Each person, on their own piece of paper, will start by writing one word, phrase or sentence. This paper is then passed to the next person, depending on how you want the circle to flow. Let's say you pass the papers to the person to your right, the person to your left will give you theirs, and this happens all around the group. You will read the sentence above and write down another sentence. You keep doing this as all the papers go around the circle. (if none of this makes sense I'm sorry, you may be able to google something like this).

Here's the poem that I started (meaning I wrote the first line, and then someone else wrote the next, and then the person next to them wrote the next sentence, and so on)

(also I did different fonts for each person)

Little drops drip from notes,
they whispered their secrets
spell binding one another in such a vicious game of lies,
breaking the hearts of many
and taking the life from belief
Singing hymns without faith, confessions without meaning
but I always believed in you
and I always fell for your mind
the drops continued to drip

Wasn't that so cool!? Every single line had it's own amazing little meaning, but each line came together perfectly. :) 

I really hope some of you guys try this out, because it was sooo cool to see what other people had to say about certain lines to make it work with the theme of the poem.

Thanks guys, happy writing!