English Class

Looks like I will be taking a lot of "notes" in my English class, and by notes I mean, writing things to myself while the class talks about how everything is a sexual metaphor understating how the author was really in love with his mother. Yeah, English majors are a cheery group. Anyway, here's some writings from today.
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"It may be realistic, but that doesn't mean it's good writing." -English Prof.
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Nodding our
heads along in
agreement, with
agreement, with the
beat of how we feel,
bobble heads all in a row
of pale opinions
making such a sad motion.
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No form to this class
we have the free will
to speak whenever
and however
we choose.
Who cares
whether or not
we actually
SAY anything.
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I will not write for you
unless you ask me
for a poem
but if you do
it does not mean it will be good,
but I assure you
it will be true.
I promise you
it will be true.
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Born from my mother's belly,
taken from warmth
the precious comfort
and fragile safety,
placed in a bright world,
still fragile,
(but not as safe),
still gripping to the preciousness
of life.
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Thing of the day: Nutella. 'Nuff said.