Self-Ashtualisation

This post captures my editing process of condensing my 30-line poem into 20 lines :) Original version of the poem: My Sole Soulmate When my dry lips pushed each other away And my brain as dead as the Dead Sea—no, that’s not it— And my brain as dead as the laptop mouse—yes! That’s it— I knew that I was bored to death So I did a Facebook search To track my soulmate down—there, my confession— And guess who and what I found! The girl who shared my live life story! And I wasn’t even kidding yah! Was it true as the so-called— Well, that lame phrase—you know it OK, OK. Was it true as the so-called— Universal truth? This I asked myself and tried to ask her Via telepathy—no, sorry. Via Messenger—now that’s better. Being truthful— And truth is, yeah, we did Sort of Share a live life story. Then again, A sort of is just a sort off. It’s like listening to the evening news Via the Live BBC Radio app Whilst having my breakfast in bed Because she’s not even clos

My first post here on That BBC Radio Four Girl! Yay! :D Since I want to make this blog a word camera that captures my writing journey, my first post is going to be a poem entitled 'Copycat Crisis'. I have written four versions of the poem--because I can't tell whether I've done well--and this is the fourth version :D Enjoy :) Copycat Crisis With suppressed snores My friends scorch their hands When injured pens Bleed copycat words On A4 sheets Writing blind essays Of dying colours. Our English teacher Called herself Miss Textbookheart As she attached The sheep-shaped pendrives Containing those essays Onto our brains The day before our final exam. I twist the sheep shape Into a dough Of hot and fresh words To bake my own brand Of shepherd’s pie On exam sheets without copycat words.