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my genes didn’t bless me with the foresight of a sage but i know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page

Last night, before I fell asleep, I thought of a phrase that I feel describes my recent days to a fucking tee, so bloody accurate that it hurts. I think that it would do great as a poetic line in a short story (it would work great as a first opening line, methinks) or as part of a piece of poetry, but I just don’t seem to be able to get myself to actually work on writing said potential short story or poem. Depression, malaise, apathy, etcetc.

So I’ll just write it down here and let you make your own conclusions about what it means/what to do with it:

I’ve lived my days waiting for a wet pile of logs to somehow set themselves on fire.
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  1. peachdrug
    Apr 12, 2008 at 19:25

    If you want to incorporate it into a short story, leave this as the opening paragraph. Just this one line. Then start the story with another paragraph, so that it won’t feel too disconnected. The strength of the line would be if you can elaborate it very well, but if you can’t, then do like what I said. eg:

    I’ve lived my days waiting for a wet pile of logs to somehow set themselves on fire.

    (new paragraph to start off the narrator’s story get going yo)

    ———–

    If poem, then you have to know how to break it. If you want to keep it that length, then the width of the poem (uh, get it? Don’t know how to explain) would have to be equal. Which can be quite tiresome to flesh the other lines out. Breaking it (+ punctuations!) would be easier, eg:

    I’ve lived my days
    waiting, for a wet pile
    of logs- to somehow
    set themselves on fire.

    Punctuations give a certain flow to a poem. Try looking at it without any punctuation. Also, breaking the poem does give a different flow, eg:

    I’ve lived my days waiting,
    for a wet pile of logs
    to somehow set themselves
    on fire.

    Two cents :)

  2. peachdrug
    Apr 12, 2008 at 19:27

    orz I just realized that you’re taking Bachelor of English. I fail -_-

  3. azzief
    Apr 12, 2008 at 19:38

    Heh. I know what I’m supposed (I guess) to do with it, but I just can’t get myself to actually work on writing it.

    Depression, etcetc.

    And, yes, it’s a true “story”, that line. My recent life encapsulated in 17 words.

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