look i wrote a not rhyming poem

marvel-spn-patd  asked:


Daddy, daddy, look!
My name is Philip
I am a poet
I wrote this poem just to show it
And I just turned nine
You can write rhymes
But you can’t write mine
I practice French
And play piano with my mother
I have a sister, but I want a little brother
My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank
Un deux trois quatre-

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

Toddler Thief

I know I look 2 but I’m actually 3
Im going on a robbery
Its going to be very far
Ill have to find a getaway car
Ill need the blueprints to the place
I’ll have to be ready for the chase
With binoculars (theyre really cool)
And all the latest gadgets and tools
Then I’ll take out my lucky crowbar
To break into the cookie jar

-poem I wrote in elementary school

anonymous asked:

I've noticed that the poetry of psychopaths on tumblr tends to follow a certain "formula," having a somewhat-simple rhyme scheme and consistent meter.

Using a consistent metre or rhythm has hardly anything to do with being a psychopath. Many writers for example William Shakespeare who wrote many of his plays in an iambic pentameter use this kind of metre.
And if you were to take a closer look at the last poem (“Sleepy”) I posted you would realise that the metre changes two, arguably three times, for example in the fourth line from a iamb to a trochee. Also you would see that there is no consistency in the use of masculine or feminine verse endings especially considering the enjambement that connects the third, fourth and fifth line.
If you were to look at my other poems you would see that I sometimes use cross rhymes, pair rhymes, oblique rhymes and embracing rhymes in the same poem leaving it without any consistent metric structure or that I write a poem as in for example the poem “Human” without any rhymes to begin with.

Love now

I just want to feel love,
None of that bullshit from above,
I want it right in front of me,
Someone I can look at someone I can see,
Someone I can feel,
Then maybe my lonely heart can heal,
I want to give my love away,
Give it to someone who will stay,
I want someone near,
Someone who can hear,
Someone who will wipe my nightly tears,
Wishing on a three leaf clover,
And yet making the same rhymes over and over,
Cry baby girl,
Give dry eyes a whirl,
Stop wishing for love,
Stop singing to the crying dove,
By yourself you lay,
And for every night you’re ok,
You have so much love now,
Stop, look and think wow,
Take a little bow,
And love what you have now.

Have written a poem in weeks thanks to fucking writers block but here’s my latest

theannoyingalien  asked:

Not really a story but yesterday my sister sent me a shitty poem that she wrote about Donald Trump and I feel like it's worth sharing. This is the poem: "Trump sucks a rump, he should go live in a dump. He's causing a bump. He has a hump. Look at him jump. His fat old ugly lump. He doesn't pump." Ah yes quality poetry right here.

I’M CRYING EVERY LINE IS GREAT??? oH MY gOD??? Thank you for sharing this with me.

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><b></b> Me at 1 am:</b> Ok time to sleep<p/> <p><b> Brain at 1 am:</b> Ale<b>XANDerr--! </b>(Okay okay)Your son is nine years oooold todaaayy and he has something heee'd liike to saaay. He's been practising aaall day...Philip...take it awaay...Daddy Daddy, look! MynameisPhilip I am a poet. I wrote this poem justtoshowit. And I...just turned nine. You can write rhymes but you can't write mine! (WHAT!) I practice French and play piano with my mother! (UH-HUH) I have a sister but I want a little brother!(OKAY!) My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank! <b>UN DEUX TROIS QUATRE CINQ!</b> (<b>BRAVO!!!</b>)</p><b><p> Me @ Brain </b> : please let me sleep why are you like this</p><p><b>Brain at 3 am:</b> Daddy daddy look! Mynameisphilip I am a poet. I wrote this poem justtosho</p><p/><b><p></b> <b> Me:</b>*Wakes up in the morning*</p><p><b> Brain: AleXANDer--!</b> Your son is nine years oooold todaaay</b></p><p/></p><p/></p>
so people have been doing their favourite lines from every song in hamilton and i wanted to do it too


aaron burr sir: “i’m getting nervous” + “you’re an orphan? OF COURSE. I’M AN ORPHAN, GOD, I WISH THERE WAS A WAR THAT WE COULD PROVE THAT WE’RE WORTH MORE THAN ANYONE BARGAINED FOR” + “well if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college”

my shot: “you and i, do or die, wait till i sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion” + “burr, check what we got, mister lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot, i think your pants look hot, laurens, i like you a lot” + “a bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists” + “I’M PAST PATIENTLY WAITING, I’M PASSIONATELY SMASHING EVERY EXPECTATION, EVERY ACTION’S AN ACT OF CREATION, I’M LAUGHING IN THE FACE OF CASUALTIES AND SORROW, FOR THE FIRST TIME I’M THINKING PAST TOMORROW”

the story of tonight: “tomorrow there’ll be more of us”

the schuyler sisters: “burr, you disguuuuust me” “ah, so you’ve discussed me? im a trust fund, baby, you can trust me” + “AND WHEN I MEET THOMAS JEFFERSON, I'MMA COMPEL HIM TO INCLUDE WOMEN IN THE SEQUEL, WORK!” (fun fact: i started reading common sense by thomas paine just for this song lol)

farmer refuted: “is he in Jersey?” + “DON’T MODULATE THE KEY THEN NOT DEBATE WITH ME!”

you’ll be back: “my sweet submissive subject” + “i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love”

right hand man: “GEORGE WASHINGTON” + “shboom goes the cannon, watch the blood and the shit spray” + “there’s another ship BOOM we just lost the southern tip” + “YOU NEED ALL THE HELP YOU CAN GET, I HAVE SOME FRIENDS, LAURENS, MULLIGAN, MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE, OKAY WHAT ELSE”

a winter’s ball: “wE’RE RELIABLE WITH THE LADIESSSS” + “is it a question of if, burr, or which one?”

helpless: “i’m so into you, i am so into you” + “eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame, all i have’s my honour, a tolerance for pain, a couple'a college credits and my top notch brain” + “and long as i’m alive, eliza, swear to god you’ll never feel so helpless”

satisfied: “i’m sure i don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself” + “so i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in New York City is insidious, and alexander is penniless…that doesn’t mean i want him any less” + “nice going, angelica, he was right, you will never be satisfied”

the story of tonight (reprise): “raise a glass to freedom, something you will never see again!” + “you are the worst, burr” + “well, iiiiii heard you’ve got a special someone on the siiiiide burr, what’re you tryna hiiiiiide burr” + “she’s married to a british officer.” “oh, shit”

wait for it: “i am the one thing in life i can control, i am inimitable, i am an original, i’m not falling behind or running late, i am not standing still, i am lying in wait” + the rest of the song but i love that bit especially

stay alive: “yeah… he’s not the choice i would have gone with, he shits the bed at the battle of monmouth” + “EVERYONE ATTACK” “RETREAT” “ATTACK” “RETREAT” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEE GET BACK ON YOUR FEET” “BUT THERE’S SO MANY OF THEM” “I’M SORRY, IS THIS NOT YOUR SPEED?!”

ten duel commandments: “can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?” “sure!” + “okay…so we’re doing this”

meet me inside: “this should be fun” + “you’re absolutely right, john should have shot him in the mouth, that would have shut him up” + “I AM NOT A MAIDEN IN NEED OF DEFENDING, I AM GROWN” + “go. home.”

that would be enough: “will you relish being a poor man’s wife? unable to provide for your life” “i relish being your wife” + “look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now” + “let this moment be the first chapter, where you decide to stay”

guns and ships: literally all of it except washington’s bit at the end

history has its eyes on you: “let me tell you what i wish i’d known when i was young and dreamed of glory, you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story” + “but remember from here on in, history has its eyes on you”

yorktown: “immigrants— we get the job done” + “weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me” + hercules mulligan’s entire rap + “FREEDOM FOR AMERICA, FREEDOM FOR FRANCE”

what comes next: “awesome! wow!”

dear theodosia: “i’m dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style, when you smile, you knock me out, i fall apart, and i thought i was so smart” + “yeah, you’ll blow us all away, someday”

non-stop: “corruption’s such an old song, we can sing along in harmony and nowhere is it stronger than in albany, this colony’s economy’s increasingly stalling and honestly, that’s why public service seems to be calling me. i practiced the law, i practically perfected it, i’ve seen injustice in the world and i’ve corrected it” + “yO WHO THE EFF IS THIS” + that fucking bit where all the major songs from act 1 are sung together + “I AM ALEXANDER HAMILTON, HAMILTON JUST YOU WAIT”

what’d i miss: “treasury secretary, washington’s the president, every american experiment sets a precedent, not so fast— someone came along to resist him, pissed him off until we had a two party system! you haven’t met him yet, you haven’t had the chance, cause he’s been kickin’ ass as the ambassador to France, but someone’s gotta keep the american promise, you simply must meet thomas— thomas!” + literally the whole song but mostly that lol

cabinet battle #1: “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, we fought for these ideals, we shouldn’t settle for less, these are wise words, enterprising men quote ‘em— don’t act surprised, you guys, cause i wrote 'em” + “damn you’re in worse shape than the national debt is in” + “such a blunder, sometimes it makes me wonder why i even bring the thunder”


say no to this: “half dressed, apologetic, a mess, she looked pathetic”

the room where it happens: “and all he had to do was die” “yeah, that’s a lot less work” “we oughta give it a try” + “really?” + “madison and jefferson are merciless” “well, hate the sin love the sinner” + “well, i arranged the meeting, i arranged the menu, the venue, the seating” + “oh, ho” “a quid pro quo” “i suppose” “wouldn’t you like to work a little closer to home?” “actually i would” “well, i propose the potomac” “and you’ll provide him his votes?” “well, we’ll see how it goes” “let’s go” “noooo” + “my god, in god we trust” + “god help and forgive me, i wanna build something thats gonna outlive me”

schuyler defeated: “no one knows who you are or what you do” “they don’t need to know me, they don’t like you”

cabinet battle #2: “UH WHO PROVIDED THOSE FUNDS??” “…france” + “i’ll remind you that hE IS NOT SECRETARY OF STATE” + “daddy’s calling”

washington on your side: “WHICH I WROTE” + “i have to resign” + “i’m in the cabinet , i am complicit in watching him grabbing at power and kissing it, if washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference, this kid is out!” + “soutHERN MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS”

one last time: “pick up a pen, start writing!”

i know him: “they will tear each other into pieces, jesus christ, this will be fun!”

the adams administration: “WELCOME FOLKS, TO THE ADAMS ADMINISTRATION” + “jefferson’s the runner up, that makes him the vice president” “washington can’t help you now, no more mister nice president” + “say what”

we know: “though virtue is not a word i’d apply to this situation” + “an immigrant embezzling our government funds” + “ya best gwarn run back where ya come from” + “as you can see, i kept a record of every cheque in my checkered history, check it again against your list n’ see consistency”

hurricane: “i wrote my way out of hell, i wrote my way to revolution, i was louder than the crack in the bell, i wrote eliza love letters until she fell” + “this is the only way i can protect my legacy”

the reynolds pamphlet: i love every single bit of this song

burn: “you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals” + “your sentences border on senseless, and you are paranoid in every paragraph on how they perceive you” + “let future historians wonder how eliza reacted when you broke her heart, you have torn it all apart, i am watching it burn” + “the world has no right to my heart, the world has no place in my bed, they don’t get to know what i said”

blow us all away: “how 'bout when i get back, we all strip down to our socks” + “george! george!” “shh, i’m tryna watch a show!” “shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!” + “i know where to find you, piss off, i’m watching this show now”

stay alive (reprise): “no!” “eliza!” “is he breathing? is he going to survive this? who did this, alexander, did you know?” + eliza’s whole part with philip

its quiet uptown: “and i pray. that never used to happen before” + “you knock me out, i fall apart” + “eliza, do you like it uptown? it’s quiet uptown.” + “look around, look around, eliza” + “there is a grace too powerful to name” + “…it’s quiet uptown” “forgiveness. can you imagine?” + “if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.”

the election of 1800: “john adams shat the bed, i love the guy, but he’s in traction; poor alexander hamilton, he is missing in action” + “and they say i’m a Francophile, at least they know i know where France is!” + “aHAHAHA YEAH RIGHT” + “ooh you know what, we can change that! you know why?” “why?” “cause i’m the president.”

your obedient servant: “if you’ve got something to say, name a time and place, face to face” + “here’s an itemised list of 30 years of disagreements” “sweet jesus”

best of wives and best of women: “why do you write like you’re running out of time? come back to bed, that would be enough” + “well, i’m going back to sleep.” + “hey. best of wives and best of women”

the world was wide enough: “WHY? IF NOT TO TAKE DEADLY AIM? IT’S HIM OR ME, THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.” + “eliza! my love, take your time. i’ll see you on the other side. raise a glass to freedom…” + “they say angelica and eliza were both at his side when he died” + “and history obliterates, in every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes”

who lives, who dies, who tells your story: “i couldn’t undo it if i tried… and i tried” + “i rely on angelica, while she’s alive, we tell your story, she is buried in trinity church near you, when i needed her most, she was right on time” + “the ORPHANAGE” + “oh i can’t wait to see you again, it’s only a matter of time” + “will they tell your story? who lives, who dies, who tells your story?”

glowingnova-archive  asked:

Do you have any advice for writing poetry?

Hey! It’s a pretty broad question, but I’ll do my best to answer it and address some of the “key aspects” of poetry and I’ll dig out some useful resources.

     o The first piece of (cliché) advice I’d give is to read, read, read! Read classical poets, read contemporary poets, and read everything in between. Take copies of your favourite poems so can revisit them and take them apart: Why do you like them? Is it because they are lyrical? Is it because of the ideas they contain? Is it because there are many different meanings hidden between the words? etc. etc.

     o Read critical analysis of the poems you like; critiques can introduce you to different poetic techniques.  This is important because this will enable you to consciously employ said techniques (some of which you might find you already use naturally). For example: iambic pentameter is a rhythm which mimics normal English speech and so you may find that you already use it; however once aware of it you can employ it to mimic speech and you can break the pentameter for dramatic effect, or to add emphasis to a certain word or phrase. Sorry for the poor example but I hope you understand the meaning. Essentially critiques can help improve your self-awareness.

     o Read out loud: both your own and other people’s poetry. Reading out loud can help check how the poetry “flows”, and thus it is great to do when editing. I know this seems like a small point but I find it really useful; it can also help to illustrate how other poets write and structure their poems, sometimes it can be difficult to see on paper. When read aloud rhythms and the effects of punctuation become far more apparent.

     o Write, write, write! Take a notepad with you everywhere. Or a mobile phone. Even better download and use Evernote. Then whenever you get a good idea, a good rhyme, or even a whole poem you can write it down immediately. Inspiration is hard to come by and is fleeting when it appears! Even if you only write two seemingly random lines you may find that they may fit perfectly into a future poem. Some great poetry can come from seemingly unrelated ideas.

     o Experiment. I suppose I mean don’t be afraid to let loose and write what you want. Poetry can be about anything and doesn’t necessarily have to make sense. (Look at Spike Milligan, he wrote nonsense poetry.) Don’t force meaning into your poetry, often this can detract from a poem itself; likewise you aren’t obliged to make a poem rhyme, it is easy to tell when a poem is shoehorned into a rhyme scheme. The great thing about poetry is that there are so many different forms of it: there are strict forms such as Haikus and Sonnets, but on the other side of the spectrum you have free verse. Essentially this means you can write whatever you want, in whatever way you want, so especially for early drafts write however the poetry comes to you. Reread your poetry after a bit of time has passed (like a day or more, enough so you have a fresh outlook), you may find that those ideas you had are rubbish, or genius. The bottom line is to let your ideas breathe.

     o In a similar vein to rereading your poetry with fresh eyes, get a completely new pair of eyes to read your poetry (once you think it is an acceptable standard). Ask a friend or family member, or someone who would be comfortable with giving honest, critical feedback (teachers or other writers are generally good at this). Having a second outlook is really useful, and it can help build confidence as your poetry has already been read by someone other than you. It is important to note however, that your poetry is your own, and although suggestions are helpful they are not compulsory to follow.

These are the few points which I’ve thought up now, but obviously they barely scratch the surface of writing poetry. If you want more advice just send another ask here, or if you want feedback on specific poems you can message me personally here.

Some useful links:

    o Poem of the week. - A weekly series where a writer for The Guardian picks a poem and analyses it. It’s great for finding new poets and is perfect for getting different ideas about a poem than your own.

   o Poemhunter. - A huge resource just for reading and finding poems, especially for famous/older poets.

   o The Poetry Society. - This is a website for a UK based poetry magazine. However they have a comprehensive section on Young Poets and they offer a lot of support. You can browse old magazines (or at least some of the poetry from them for free online). I am pretty sure they also take submissions which is worth giving a shot!

   o CPRW. - This is a collection of essays on literature including poetry. It can be a bit heavy going, but it is worth checking out for critical readings and interpretations on poems and other literature.

   o Poetrykit. - A list of a lot of poetry competitions, predominately UK based but there are some international competitions too. Unfortunately there are entry fees for the majority of the competitions!

   o Poetic Asides. - This is a link to a blog solely about poetry, filled with both advice and prompts. It is part of the literary magazine Writer’s Digest.

Some poets to check out:

  o Seamus Heaney – an Irish poet, he died two years ago. Heaney writes in many different forms and is poetry is accessible. He is regarded as one of the greatest poets of this era, and won the Nobel Prize for Literature and the TS Eliot Prize for poetry (among a collection of other awards).

  o Sylvia Plath – an American 20th century poet who lived in England. She remains popular today mainly because a lot of her poems are as relevant now as they were when written.

  o D. H. Lawrence a hugely controversial poet of his time. He spent many years travelling and “roughing it” while writing. He has a huge collection of poetry (nearly 800 poems!) that span a huge number of themes.

  o Robert Frost – an American poet who often explored philosophical themes via realistic descriptions of rural life and the countryside. Some of his poems are incredibly famous such as “The Road Not Taken.”

  o W. B. Yeats – another Nobel Prizewinning Irish poet. He writes of love incredibly well, his language can be archaic at times, but it is not too difficult to understand.

Contemporary poets:

  o Carol Ann Duffy – the current British poet laureate. (Hated by the majority of the people who did GCSE English in Britain because she is on the syllabus!)

  o Anne Carson – (Alas she is not on Poem Hunter). I have only read one collection by Carson: Red Doc>. It is one of the weirdest anthologies I’ve ever read but it is brilliant in Carson’s unique style.

  o Dannie AbseA Welsh Poet who died last year. He lived an extremely productive life: not only did he write a huge number of anthologies he was also the head chest surgeon of a clinic. Abse claims that a lot of his poetry is rooted in actual experience (from his work in medicine). His later poetry, (most notably after the sudden death of his wife) is beautiful and focuses on love, loss, the passing of time, and growing old.

  o Sharon Olds – a Canadian poet who won the T.S. Eliot prize for her anthology Stag’s Leap. Stag’s Leap chronicles the breakdown of her 30-year marriage, beginning with Olds’ husband telling her that he wants a divorce and it ends years later. The anthology is a great example of storytelling within poetry.

Slightly off topic a great YouTube channel for slam poetry is Button Poetry.

That’s all for now! Hopefully there aren’t too many typos…

- Oisín.

I just cannot get over Philip’s little freestyle in Take a Break and Hamilton’s bowled-over reaction, it is the most adorable thing that has ever been.

Also, also, the way that Philip starts out sorta hesitant in the first stanza, cheating the meter by skipping most of the beats, and then gets more sure of himself in the second as his dad cheers him on.

Also, again, important reminder: yes that is his mom beatboxing for him

Daddy, daddy, look—
My name is Philip … I am a poet
… I wrote this poem just to show it
And I … just turned nine
You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine (what!)

I practice French and play piano with my mother (uh-huh!)
I have a sister, but I want a little brother (okay!)
My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank
Un deux trois quatre cinq! (bravo!)

Also, fucking bilingual rhyming, well done Philip

let’s talk abt my hipster poet son, derek nurse

  • i’m not saying he hates his own poetry. but actually i’m saying exactly that
  • like, after a Significant Time Has Elapsed i only ever like ~4% of what i’ve ever written? roughly?
  • this is true of nursey.
  • derek nurse is 100% his worst critic
  • he writes cutesy poems for chowder and bitty bc they love limericks and rhyme schemes and those are OKAY but he looks at them more like practice pieces but like
  • he sits down to write a Serious Poem (he Thinks abt his Feelings) and the words. just. won’t. come.
  • he can go weeks without writing and then suddenly be hit with inspiration and write like, fifty poems in less than three weeks
  • sometimes after a really long writing session he’ll be stuck speaking in rhyme. r&h absolutely love this
  • bitty may or may not be in ownership of the one copy of said poem (he has promised not to show anyone)
  • (more under the cut!)

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Faking It headcanons.

Since for God only knows what reason I’m in a Faking It mode today, I realized there’s something we haven’t done at all on this blog among all the hate watching and bitching, my friends - discuss show headcanons. So since I hate myself and I enjoy to suffer, I shall start. Feel free to add to this genius list I compiled out of sheer nostalgia today:

☻ Karma bought Amy that stupid donut shirt she loves so much. Karma thought it looked hideous but seeing how her best friend’s face lit up when she saw it, she started to love it and she now even occasionally wears it too during sleepovers

☻  Amy thinks a life without donuts is like a donut without a hole - incomplete

☻ Amy once wrote a poem about Karma’s right eyebrow

☻ Felix has Star Wars underwear

☻ Karma once wrote a song for Amy and got frustrated because she couldn’t find anything that rhymed with “donuts”

☻ Lauren took ballet lessons since she was a kid because overachiever and everyone in her ballet class hated her because she was “better than ‘em all basic biatches”

☻ Liam secretly talks to himself in the mirror and says “hi” to little Liam enthusiastically every morning

☻ Shane secretly loves rom-coms, him and Karma watch them together while Amy rolls her eyes, somewhere in the corner, stuffing her face with food

☻  Lauren likes a total of five people and sincerely believes that is plenty

☻  Amy counts Karma’s eyelashes when they have sleepovers..for science

☻ Karma always knew Amy’s yo-yo routine was terrible but she encouraged her out of love

☻ Amy hates spiders and shrieks like a baby while Karma willingly took the designated spider remover role like a good wife™

☻  Karma likes to belt it to Celine Dion in the shower - her favorite is I Will Always Love You. Secretly, she thinks about Amy when she does

☻ When Hank was gone on assignments, little Amy would cry and her fear of the dark would get worse - Karma would hug her and turn on a light and whisper sweet nothings in her ear to get her to calm down - that’s when little Amy realized she’d spend the rest of her life with her best friend

☻ Amy doesn’t understand selfie sticks, she once kicked a teenager in the face with it

☻ Reagan once told Amy that her and Karma are “too close” and she replied that 50 hugs a day is the bare minimum required for her to function

☻ Amy can describe the shape of Karma’s right knee in great detail

Hello loves and happy Valentine’s day! Here’s some Jily and I hope you enjoy it my babies. A special thanks for the best beta ever, Ollie!


Seventh Year.

1.      The Common Room.

He looked at her from the entrance of the common room. She was sitting by herself on that big orange couch near the fireplace. She was concentrating on a large book- probably a muggle one, since it looked new and she treated it as if it was the most precious thing around her.

James took a deep breath and cleared his throat when he got to her. She lifted a finger, signalling for him to wait while she was finished reading. A few seconds later, she looked up and smiled at him.

“Hullo, James. Sorry ‘bout that, but Jane Eyre is amazing. Have you ever read it?” she asked, closing the book and putting it carefully on top of the armchair.

“Nah, I’m not much of a reader like you, and the books I like are from Stephen King. The Shining is my favourite,” he answered, sitting right next to her.

“It is a great book. However, you didn’t come here to talk about books with me. You don’t want to start something that you can’t escape.” She smiled. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

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Marry me, someday;
I’ll give you the moon.
I’ll carry your weight,
my precious astre,
      my little lune.

I’ll make you happy,
I’ll always make you swoon;
I’ll give you the world,
my sweet petite astre,
      my darling lune.

When I looked up into your
eyes, I knew it to be true;
every single word, always
led me back to you;
for I was your petite astre
and you, my shining lune.

Aster Lune

work statement, the origins of 'Girl As Weapon'

The work began with an exploration of cliché phrases that have been widespread since the 1990s, once seen on t-shirts and caps they are now seeing a revival through websites such as Pinterest and Instagram. From ‘good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere’ to ‘daddy’s little girl’ the texts serve to align the sharer with a demographic they can fit into. Utilizing this language I made advertising style pieces, creating my own text or using popular phrases I superimposed these onto images and tried to subvert the original meaning. In Truism style delivery I wanted to take the authoritative tone I see and absorb every day through ads, both online and in real life. ‘Violence can be hidden in softness’ was the seminal piece of text I wrote that made me depart from this stage of the research in an attempt deepen the materiality of the project.

The idea that inside something that appears soft, fragile, can be a simmering anger made me think of the infamous ‘Sugar and Spice’ poem. How this to me sort of presents a duality, that a girl can be all things, not just saccharine. The rhyme has spread to mean a different thing, the Spice has given way to just Sweet. I began looking up young girl bedrooms on Pinterest, and became interested in the idea of the wall decal. Inside these girl worlds I came across phrases on their walls like ‘Our little princess’, ‘She is heaven sent and daddy’s little girl’. From a young age, even before birth, children are gendered and throughout the process of childhood these notions tied to their gender are reinforced. Pink signifies girl, blue for boys. Boys are told growing up that ‘only girls wear pink’, the best thing to be when you are a boy is ‘a big strong boy’, the best thing you are when you are a girl is ‘a good little girl’. To me these roles read as extremely damaging, boys grow up with a façade of toughness, girls grow up playing adult, wearing their fake plastic high heels, painting each other’s face with synthetic make up. There are parent children roles where this doesn’t happen, but as a general rule boys are simply All Boy and girls are All Girl. The decal served as a culmination of these ideas, as if the pink paint and love heart pillows weren’t enough now there was text to let you know just what type of girl this daughter was, and of course she was a girly girl, or a ‘little’ something.

I moved from this exploration of online girl worlds to real girl worlds. Focusing on my three niece’s bedrooms, Tierna aged 5, Ashleigh aged 3 and Ella aged 6.  Through video and photography I explored their relationship with their rooms and their toys. The start off point was interviews, asking them what they thought being a girl was and what their favourite toy was. The more I looked at these videos the more the still images appealed to me, the in-between moments where I was fixing the composition, or just rolling and not intervening at all. This led me to focus on photography, throughout the last five years I’ve worked as a commercial photographer, the main call I got was for portraits of young kids, usually girls. During these years the interest in girlhood appeared, the shoots where I was invited into bedrooms inhabited by daughters, sisters. These were the shoots that excited me most, the moment in an image where a girl ‘performs’ girl. These learned queues that make a girl ‘girly’, which could well be their natural state, but becomes hard to decipher it’s origin with years of identity construction by Disney films, parents, advertising. I wanted to take the energy of this performance and subvert the message, to show the girl as an entity with agency.

The images I began constructing took the language of capitalism, looking to catalogues, advertisements, I wanted to use the material of corporations and elevate the image of Girl. To invade that world. Enter: Girl As Weapon. The idea of a girl being something to deploy, something to surrender too, something underestimated. The images are printed using actual advertisement material. Signifiers of something on offer, something that commands energy, the life size gaze of the girl with a gun, the unsmiling, bored three year old, the girl after a kill. The work aims to explore the idea that a girl can be both tender and angry, that the hypervisibility of a female body doesn’t necessarily mean powerlessness. In Kate Cooper’s interview with dismagazine she says “In all images, particularly of women, there’s a relationship to desire, and within that a real violence… Still, I feel like there must be a way to negotiate these worlds, explore their potential, and make them one’s own. It’s not about reclaiming the world or aesthetics of hypercapitalism, but about occupying or invading it.” And that is exactly what I’m aiming to do with Girl As Weapon, negotiate a sort of makeshift soapbox for the girl to speak from. 

A special poem i wrote, very deep

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I require way more attention and affection than i can reasonably expect from a person and I’m worried about what that means for my life since I’m way too attached to romantic relationships and communicating is difficult and these things have caused issues in my past relationships and i frequently fear what it may result in for my future
Something rhyming with “blue”

A Letter From A Not So Stranger | Ch. 22

AU:Karma Ashcroft has everything. She’s popular, never misses a party, and is always up to date with fashion thanks to her friend Shane. She’s a straight A student and has a perfect attendance record. She’s head of the cheerleaders with her co-captain and best friend Lauren. Her life seems perfect, other than Lauren’s who has to cope with her stepsister Amy. She is the school’s troublemaker with her best friend Liam. One day Karma receives a mysterious love letter from someone who knows a bit too much about her life.

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