Exquisite Corpse Exercise

Here are the poems, alphabetical by author of last line, and a link to information on the exquisite corpse.



"Good Morning"
-Aaron

Fine is line and Mcnabb is the man in Philly
Nothing can really follow
But sometimes things don’t have to make sense.
It is those things that keep our lives true and our regulators on tune.
Reboot, reboot – let me be new
Or old or something closer to real.
Reality is overrated
I’d rather live in a toilet,
And swim around like a goldfish.
Fanning my fin as described in “Brilliance”
Feeding my pain with lost memories
Of our once close connection,
But is now dead and gone.
The orgasm lasted ever so long.

"The Pen"
-Alexa

The pen being tapped violently on the desk
Anxiously waiting for the little hand to turn
Like a little child playing a game
He waits for her day and night
Wishing for that one night stand
He looked at her and could only imagine the possibilities
There were so many ways to leave her
I chose the worst possibility: she deserved it
I believe in immortality, that's what I gave her reality
God is in the pen
Wait, God is out of ink
His seas have all dried up
But somehow the boat is still sailing
Out into the open sea


"I Don't Even Know"
-Andrea

Manifest gold—precision like veins.
Blue threads down his arms
bulge with exertion.
I'm not sure what to say,
so I laugh instead.
Why are they staring at me?
Why won't I stop staring back?
My desire overwhelms my emotions.
So many nights he cremates my naughty visions.
There are reasons behind these visions.
I can't understand what they mean.
Just tell me right now and spill the beans
Let the cat out of the bag, creep out of the bag.
The world may never know.

"Bottoms Up"
-April

I'm always on top; tonight I'm on the bottom
Remix! I'm never on top, but posted up behind
The sight of his back does something to my mind
I love to touch it, oh how I love it
Just drop it like it's hot so I can rub it
Drop it like hot coffee, a pan handle glowing red
On the kitchen table? Perhaps...good cooking
A knife, a spoon. Whose mouth has touched it?
One, only one, who is enriched with whit
You stand tall and proud
Although confidence shines, doubt lies within
Always second guessing oneself, what shall I do next?
Whatever I choose will be wrong.
And so, tonight I'll just rip the bong.


"What a dream..."
-Ashley

When you go outside it's really hot, because today your mom got shot
sweat dripping, head, palms, tip of nose
all mysterious together but different
I don't even understand
yes, yes, you do, just take a peak around the corner
I'm ready. I've been waiting for this moment.
At the front, Super Bowl MVP, shakes my hand.
I'm going to Disney world baby!
I'm leaving tomorrow.
Because I'm the wanderer
and I'm the loner
The tree up in the hill.
Upon the faithful steed of mud and mask and mescaline (!)
That's when reality began to fall up the walls.

"The Last Hope for a Miracle"
-Charlie

Her body glistened, come here girl!
Pulling her nearer makes the room hotter
because she makes me bothered.
Even though she has me by a string.
I'm not her puppet dangling in air
you do what you want, whenever.
So my mind soars like an Eagle to think of what to do next.
But what comes to mind, but touching your breast.
So tender and soft like a pillow.
The clock ticks, soft. Time running out.
He heaves the ball and hopes for a miracle.
He is disappointed once again
The vending machine was out of combos!
I relieved my duties
returned to my cellar.

"Fears and Frustrations"
-Chris

Swiftly sways swiggles swags sideways silent
Sail away, sail away, sail away
Come here, slow it down, come here, you know i wanna get closer
the smell of her hair, the way she walks, and talks moves me
She brings this emotion, that I can't control it
So I told her to get out and hit the door
she had trouble with the lock, and looked back
I don't know what to do..
PLEASE TELL ME THE NEXT LINE
Oh, dear lord please protect me late at night
I'm scared, for tonight is the night
Do I tell her the truth?
Hell no, you lie to her about everything!
What the Fuck were you thinking?


"Maybe It’s Me"
-Demarcus

Love is as kind as butterflies wings
Hate is as rough as a cone
I thirst for it, my lips are dry
Met my tongue with whiskey lips
Smooth and burning
An oil field darkened against the sun and sand
He is not what I am used to seeing
I hide my eyes to avoid the unknown
Hiding from the hidden darkness
Spooking light hits my pupil
Reflects the fear boiling from within
I stabbed her in the big toe
I don’t know why, my mind is weary
Coming to the conclusion of being with you hard
Let’s hurry up and get this over with because you are so lard


"Unseen Beauty"
-Ellen

The desert heat consumed us all
The sad hills were brutal and I thought I saw water.
An illusion of an oasis
I thirsted for what cannot be quenched.
I longed for what cannot be touched
Wanted what I cannot have
But don't we all? Oh, don't we all?
Repetition in poetry is like watching a movie twice
Over and over and over
Till there's nothing left
I will make something more.
Love, if nothing else.
It doesn't know how to survive.
A beauty disturbed by distrust,
Caught in the middle of an unforgiving storm.

"Decisions of War"
-Jen

Her skin, so dry, so fair,
The touch of hand
Was as smooth as cotton
as he stroked his hands through his hair
His fingers became greasy
Slip and slides are always fun.
Hearts and Hate weigh a ton
An ocean rests upon my back
Crests of waves awash my face
like a morning breeze
After an A-bomb is dropped
Out into the world for everyone to hear
Through most are closed to its call
They whisper words of dread
No More.

"Stress Relief"
-Jenna

Snow melts-the air smells clean.
The future unclear.
Not sure where we are going.
Unsure about how to rework this tension,
He throws me on his bed and relieves me of all stress.
I call him my stress relief, my nipples on his teeth.
He moves me to a point where relief is a treat.
The love we have is so sweet.
Lets keep it going all night to the winds beat,
Wind blowing through trees and leaves.
They blow tomorrow too.
Ruffles my feathers like a duck shaking dry,
The feathers of the bird, which flap so hard.
Like the sound of a heartbeat. Thump. Thump.


"Bound by Love"
-Jillian

Only 24 hours that seems like 24 days,
Which go by so fast, like a daze.
Time is the essence-
Crucial in planning our escape.
I took a knife and slit his wrists,
And I drank what came forth,
Three shots of rum- finally numb.
2 bunts and 3 lines, I can't feel my face,
The water pulls me farther and farther,
Away from my bedside table-
Into the darkness of the room.
Our love becomes a verb,
To love,
It's a risk I'm willing to take.


"Empty Color"
-Lindsey

I stare down an empty road
Just so I don't have to move in that direction.
I am moving forward
No use looking back now.
Staring through an empty window
Watching snowflakes melt on the pane.
Wishing I could say what I feel
Instead I resort, to drinking and popping one more pill.
I'm dealing with struggles I feel I can't overcome
So I'm asking you to help me,
Please don't give up.
One more chance, one more try,
To be your favorite shade of orange.
I am who I am, all colors of the day.

"A Long Time Waiting"
-Liz

Swiss monkeys chatter teeth and keys with exuberance.
They are excited for their performance,
Dancing with anticipation.
Swirling, twirling, gliding like gypsies,
Wishing for some gold coin.
I stare back at my rippled reflection.
Why so serious? Do you wanna know how I got these scars?
When I was younger I had an accident in a car,
Seeing you again is like a dream,
Thank God you are here, it's been forever.
Two years, eight months, one week, three days,
Hopefully forever.
But hopelessly, nothing lasts forever.

"Angels, Pimps, and Hos"
-Logan

Loving him ain’t easy, but not hard at the same time.
Even though he is really mean, he is not going to have the green.
Green means go, green means money.
Pimps & hos
Always taking my money.
Like a woman out of lust, so rough, and deep
She forces herself on him like a cat on a mouse
Clawing and biting until he says “STOP.”
His ear was literally gone as if Mike Tyson had bit him.
Nothing remained but a hole.
A hole in one means no fun,
Yet one in three is unholy beauty.
Even angels have their falls.

"Annoying Love"
-Mike

My heart sparkles with raindrops of wet passion
As his buttons pop off
My eyes are in awe
Mr. Nasty Time
I'm thinking from my head and not from my heart
Because that's where my true feelings for you dwell
In my heart, forever you will be
But only until my heart stops beating
She annoys the hell out of me.
I agree, Won't she ever stop talking?
Never, she says, I live to make you blue
You disgust me. You're such a fool.
No matter what, enemies are what we are
And they know us inside and out.

"What Is Right?"
-Mo

Tests suck.
I scribble empty words across the page,
Worrying about alcohol and this knife,
I fight myself about attacking his wife.
I believe in myself or I would disappoint my life
Something hunches me to make things right
Because being around you feels so wrong
I think it’s over, please don’t call me anymore.
What do you want,
You.
Yes me. Of all the people chosen, me.
He only wants me. But why, oh why?
Must he touch me like that. Fear.
Fear is unknown, know no fear.


"Giving into Temptation"
-Nicole

You're the epitome of everything i hate, yet you make me blush
You're the thought of my mind, yet i shame you every time
Will you forgive, forget, or forsake?
Will you fight or fake or fornicate?
Raise your fists, your poker face
I don't want to cry, I want to fight
I will be brave and try to win
Flexing to show my strength
Raising my lips to kiss the sun
Juicy desire seeps
And his hands begin to creep
Well, he touches my wetness, I became so weak
My knee start to buckle and he holds me tight
I calm down and release the fear


"A Day Left Wondering"
-Sarah

I saw him across the bar
He was showering Jager bombs
My boys, they all have the same haircut, they are getting
their heads shaved
Maybe they went crazy like Britney Spears
and cut off all their hair
Let loose all my imagination thoughts
Burn it down and let it grow
It's prettier when it can't breathe
It's eyes bulge and roll upwards
With a joy not meant for this world
But meant for another place
Another class
Another boring day to mourn

"Fate's Balloon"
-Scott

Who is this child?
But a victim of fate?
You made your choice
now you'll have to bake your cake with no yeast.
It will not rise.
Like a helium balloon tied to a chair
love bubbles a great mystery
underneath this silk wrapping
I search for a reason to keep on lying.
I slapped my mother and I kept on smiling.
She asked, "Why would you do that darling."
I answered, "Because I don't love you anymore."
I just need space, let it be,
leave it alone, its not worth it to me.


“Alphabet Soup (Shit Sells)”
-Steven

A world with many wonders
has many things that blunder
your mom has the thunder
booming in my chest, rattling my ribs
it’s a red thing, a red thing
crimson and clover
the colors all around us, which tell a story
of a life once lived. Tired and lonely
my companion is wet, loneliness no more
I finally feel complete, with her I am one
It couldn’t get any better
thus, I signed the letter
the decision: it read
the thoughts covered my head
Black, the funeral
for a flower
Black like lungs, or skin, or something


"Problems"
-Tenya

I’m way too hungover for this
I don’t know why I insist on doing things
I know I shouldn’t do
Drugs and booze, liquor and food
all vices I must have to let my personality bloom
Like sun from the night, let them be gone.
“Lady love called. She says she wants
Her boat back.”
You could have seen this coming
but the train saw you first
out the window
like Chet Baker
feel the burn run through my veins
Discolored skin results
As well as an awkward position
I tell him I have never done this before, bent over by the door
This date was new for me, I’ll never do it again

"Contrast"
-Tina

Hobbled walk, tendons tearing, joints bursting--
baggy clothes hiding her discomfort.
What else are they hiding?
Who knows but you, and what are your thoughts?
You look so distraught. Is it the sun?
Rays shining beneath skin...
he was all jacked and tan.
She was obese and pale.
I dreamed of taking her to a tanning salon and feeding her salads.
Afterwords bringing her home, working on tone.
But I ain't Eastwood, goddammit.
I kiss like a fish, just like him...
our pouted lips eternally searching.