/lit/ - Literature

>>18558354
*got published before me

>>18558354
Lel you're entirely fucked now.

>>18558357
She has also sucked cocks in the three digit range and doesnt even remember your existence

>>18558365
This
>>18558369
This

However she has to be a woman so who really won in the end?

OP here. Please shit on her work so I can feel better bros

>>18558379
Post it then, mong

>>18558394
“I hope that you never fade away,
That my memories remain unchanged.
For hours on end on the field we would play
Now my emotions are rearranged

Please take me to a place of no sadness
Where prosperity reigns eternally
And deficient of this planet’s madness
So we can exist spiritually

A million times I have cried from guilt.
I beg forgiveness from up above
I started a fire in the house we built
In the ashed unconditional love

You and this quote will reside in my heart
I will love you until death do us part.”


here ya go

>>18558409
Typical cumdumpster Instagram "poetry". Not trying to console you but you can safely disregard this trash.

>>18558409
Well, there isn't much to say other than it isn't very good at all, God help whoever decided that this ought be published. Rhythmically it doesn't even make sense, and criticizing the structure aside it's just banal and childish. Then again Rupi Kaur is quite successful indeed so that seals it.

I wouldn't really worry too much anon. You live in an epoch of absurdity.

>>18558409
She's writing about you anon

>>18558448
Kek don't tell him that, that's cruel

>>18558409
>Now my emotions are rearranged
god this is terrible. she’s literally just trying to come up with rhymes

>>18558409
cute

>>18558409
>And deficient of this planet’s madness
So we can exist spiritually
Worst two lines. Doesn't even make any sense, surely a spiritual existence is an inherent state of being, validated by "this planet's madness"? Dumb bitch.

>>18558448
This poem is about chad, obviously :(

>>18558459
Now my insides
Are rearranged

>>18558459
>she’s literally just trying to come up with rhymes
Isn't that what poetry is? Someone help me out here, I thought I knew what it wa

OP here, please rate my work guys:

“ On the porch he lazed, he seemed well fed.
A cap of red sat upon on his head.
He leaned back, his eyes full of glee. “Nice car you’ve got there” he quipped at me.
Into his store I did try to go, there were too many a crops I needed to sow.
I pulled the door, but it would not heed! How could I get into this seed n feed?
“Now there partner” he said with a grin “what kind of store do you think you’re in?”
How could this happen?! Just my luck! It wasn’t a seedery at all, but just another suck n fuck!”

>>18558409
This is what happens when rap is a popular genre

>>18558375
op sounds like a tranny so she also won there.

>>18558595
No. No, the point of poetry isn't just some paint-by-numbers pigshit where you ask "hmmmm what rhymes with dry?...Rye!" And then shoehorn that into the stanza. It's about crafting delicate lines and phrases with pleasing rhythm and careful consideration. The fact that it rhymes is secondary, it's about storytelling

Someone post the YouTube video of the honey pot pajeeta

>>18558409
>she got published
I can only imagine how haughty she treats you now.

>>18558634
We all had to read her poetry so nobody has won it would seem

>>18558354
Top is OP, bottom is his crush (when she's not busy writing or talking with publishers, of course)

>>18559040
the publisher is just out of frame desu

>>18559042
Imagine getting an erection at a woman who rhymed eternally with spiritually

>>18558354
I used to have a crush on a cute 160+ IQ Law School Chinese girl who had won a national writing award for a psychosexual story she had written. Every story she wrote was super fucked up, one of her best was about an old pedo walking his dog in the park and looking at little boys.
I so deeply wanted to ravage her, and I'm pretty sure I had a couple of openings, but she always had a bf at the same time (not that it ever stopped her from doing anything else) and I don't like cucking.
I ended up seeing her naked though, caught her taking pictures of herself naked in the park next to my house one morning early. Kek, what a slut. The place is renowned for being a rape-prone spot.
Thank you for reading my blog.

>>18558409
>For hours on end on the field we would play
>Now my emotions are rearranged
>And deficient of this planet’s madness
>So we can exist spiritually
AHAJAHAJAJAHAHAJAJAHAHA

>>18559281
>>So we can exist spiritually
This. I fell in love with a retard once as well. Work on your anima and get a gymcard. Narcissistic women lead you into nothingness.

>>18558459
That is very based, literally the only correct way to write poems. Poetry without rhyme means the writer was too lazy to write in prose

>>18559263
>Thank you for reading my blog.
for once it was a riveting tale chap