Hello. Please excuse the mess I've made of the English language in the title.
I thought that maybe I'd post some of the things that I've written, because I do a fair amount of that. I'm pretty terrible at it, but I do want to improve, so I would love your critiques, thoughts, reactions, tips, etc..
Most of this, and more, is on a blog that my teacher made me create for his class. This Was a Teacher's Really Bad Idea
I could just cease to exist, if he didnít need me. Just blink out of existence, and have nothing important left undone, no purpose unfinished, and would be well with the things that I touch in this world. But he needs me, so I have to at least live with enough impulsion to keep him safe, healthy, and happy. But it hurts, and Iím so exhausted with it, and I am ready to lie down, now.
I have screenshots of the two poems that I wrote, most recently, and I'm on my phone (which makes this difficult) so I'll attach those two.
I know that Brine and Brogue are a bit sloppy and nonsensical, but I struggle to communicate via words all of the time, and writing is no exception, so tear them apart. I know I have, and I hesitate to even share them at all... But it is one in the morning and I cannot sleep, and I'll make bad decisions if I please. ;)