Made me miss my missing muse.
Mainly mendacious memories.
Monotonously mocking me.
Monstrosities mirthfully meddling.
Masks meticulously maintained.
Miss, mollify my mind.
Gosh, this must've been a poetry nightmare to right. In my book, it's up there with a sestina. And the words are wonderful.
It was...terrible. I really really wanted to do it though.
Yeah? I'm know exactly that feeling... My AP literature teacher hinted that we'll have to write a heroic couplet soon *cringe* there's something so unattainable about iambic pentameter...yet something so satisfying...
I'm not going to lie. I don't know what that is. I've never taken a writing class. I just like words.
Sorry, I'm a habitual rambler ^^ really, you've never taken one? I take them for fun...though what they teach you never really matters in the long run.
You have a lot of talent, honestly. You should publish.
No need to apologize. Ramble all you want.
Again, thank you. My writing will always be free. It would be nice to reach more people, but I like the relatively small community here.