<p>haha, I like reading poetry more than writing it =)</p>
<p>I actually write a lot of poetry…I also write short stories though - but they’re very short. All my writings tend to be quite “angsty” so basically when I publish stuff in my school’s literary magazine, people think that I’m an emo kid. T_T</p>
<p>I don’t really write longer stories b/c I’m actually pretty bad with plot/gets too overeager. Like, I’ll start a story about something I temporarily think is awesome (like ninjas being descended from a long-lost race of dragon mages…my brain is dead but you get the idea, right?), then somewhere in the middle I’ll realize that I have no plot so then to conclude, I just end up killing everybody in my story.</p>
<p>I’m such a fail. :P</p>
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<p>Same here :D</p>
<p>And I only like writing poetry because I get to write it quickly. When I write a short story, there has to be a plot; things have to follow on from each other and make sense. I either end up getting overcomplicated or ridiculously nonsensical.</p>
<p>By the way, do all of you have literary magazines at your school? If you do, how often are they published? I’m just asking because ours is published once a year and I really don’t think that’s enough. It’s pretty and everything, but that’s about all it has.</p>
<p>I can write good stories and not poetry…</p>
<p>I used to try to write poetry when I was 11 and 12, but once I saw everyone I knew writing horrible teen poetry and posting it on MySpace (FB didn’t become popular at my school until 9th grade). I was disgusted and stopped.</p>
<p>I still read though. Millay. Cummings (I love “l(a”). A couple of things by Emily Dickinson, mostly “I cannot live with you.” For modern people, I like Hoagland (“Sweet Ruin” is amazing) and Garrison. Rumi is beautiful. Every once in a while, I feel like traslating and pull out the Catullus, which is always nice, even when he’s mean. The Rubaiyat is lovely. I’m planning on doing some Rabindranath Tagore next, but I’m on a very limited shopping schedule until Easter.</p>
<p>Last Wednesday, I had the most amazing poetry moment when one of my friends, who always writes on my answer paper during quiz team matches, started writing some Edna St. Vincent Millay on my paper. Just the First Fig (My candle burns at both ends/…), not anything long, but I was so amazed that someone else cared about/liked/knew Millay that I very quietly freaked out and finished it for her.</p>