Sestina revision

My first attempt was garbage so I'm having another go 

At writing a sestina with meaning 

That hopefully has evidence if talent 

Which is hard to do

When all I can think 

Of is my future that is coming 

Yes, winter is going and spring is coming 

And I know where I want to go 

My future is all I can think 

About, meaning 

I'm royally screwed if we must do

stuff requiring thought or talent 

Because talent 

Comes hard if something is coming 

That's why I can't do 

So well and allow myself to go

Digging for deeper meanings

I guess I didn't think 

About my future until now but I think

It will require some talent 

So I guess I'll be fine then, meaning

Nothing better is coming 

I'll have no where to go 

That will distract me from what I must do

Right now I can't do 

Anything except think

Of where I will go 

But after spring break! And college! Where shall I use my talent

Some job where nothing better is coming 

"NO" I keep saying, meaning 

I must keep yearning for a future with meaning 

And more fun things to do 

Maybe I'll have a family coming 

And friends that think

Like me. And still the future will destroy my talent

Because I will still have places to go 

And friends and family to go 

See! That won't care about my talent 

And the things I'll look forward too will be much sweeter than spring break or college .... I think 

I know this was supposed to be a revision but we all know there was no salvaging my first attempt so this one was attempt number two. At first I seemed to be going to a depressing place so I tried to turn it around by the end. I think the format is right and I know it has much more meaning than the first try. 

a #rare #positive prayer to the based god #tybg

I love you, Lil B
and I know you love me too.
There is no one I love more than the #rare you.
 You mean so much to me
with all the positive things you do
So all I want to do is thank you, Based God

I pray to you, Based God,
Every night and day I praise you, Lil B
And I thank you for all you do
And I know you thank me, too
Thank you for loving me
And I know you know I love you

I love you
Based God
You mean so much to me
I love you Lil B
And I know you love me too
What I don't understand is how you do

 All the #positive things you do
I try to be like you
but I find it much too
hard to be as #based and #positive as you, the Based God
All I ask of you, Lil B,
is to teach to me

Please, Based God, teach to me
How to do
the #positive things you do, Lil B,
I want to be like you
Please, Based God,
Please, I want to do it too

I hope I'm not too
#fakebased for you to love me
Answer me this, Based God:
do
you
love me, Lil B?

Please forgive me, Lil B,
If I doubt your love for me
I hope you know that I love you,
Based God,
But I don't love me like you do.

Revised Sestina: These words are just words

I do not like being so skinny
But that does not mean I wish to be fat
Even so I have always been content with my body
I do not fret over my image
Harsh words are just words
But this is not the case for some girls

Girls often tear down girls
Girls who are too skinny
Girls who like their image
Girls who like their body
Girls who are too fat
I hope they know words are just words

Sometimes I am the one who uses mean words
I may rebuke other girls
They may be too skinny
Too obsessed with their image
Too unkind to their body
Too unaware of their fat

I laugh when I'm called fat
These words are just words
I know that in comparison to other girls
I am far too skinny
I know this about my image
Me and my size 0 body

Some would love a curvy body
Those girls are not fat
Nor are they skinny
Perhaps it's time we just classify them as girls
Other classifications are just words
They blur a woman's body image

Why should we even care about image
Our body
Our fat
These words are just words
We are much more than just girls
So much more than just skinny

Be skinny and still love your image
Be fat and still embrace your body
These words are just words and we girls are just girls


I don't quite remember what we're supposed to write about after we edit our original sestinas. I guess I'll talk about why I wrote this sestina in the first place. To begin with, I tried not to write an obscure poem. My sestina is about body image (obviously), which I think is a subject we are all familiar with. Also, it's something that I identify with personally. Though I don't presently struggle with my appearance, it seriously irks me when people reprimand me for being too thin when that's not within my control. I also am disgusted by people who think that bashing people with smaller bodies is somehow supporting people with bigger bodies.

Sestina

Oh yes! It is here!
Everyone else came out
to play
But You had to pack up
and go away.
You will be back soon.

Except, define soon.
Does it mean You'll be here
or will You be far away?
You've known its been running out
but time is now up.
Do not play

Around. All these plays
are getting old. Soon
enough, You'll need to give up
Because everything You want is here.
Don't say it to me, SCREAM IT OUT
loud, or maybe stay away.

Maybe it's best to stay away,
But I'll still analyze your play
while everyone else is out-
side. Don't worry because soon,
they won't want to come back here
But it's not up

To You. It' not up
to me, it's for the people away
from here
to decide if You can play.
Tune in soon,
the jurisdiction might just come out.

Oh yes! It's Out!
You must pack up,
and come home soon.
You've been away,
but now is not the time to play
because I need You here.

Come back and put Your things up and away,
it's too pretty in here to play out there,
You promised you would be back soon.


Yeah idk it's late.

Night Sestina

The sparks rise

From the crackling fire

Beneath the starry sky;

The wind rushes

Through the trees

As the night becomes old

The logs, weak and old

Are no longer at rise,

Abandoned from the trees

And banished to the fire

As the chill from above rushes

Down from the sky

Darker grows the sky,

Making new souls old

By the breeze that swiftly rushes

That will soon rise

By the light from the fire

That reflects onto the trees

The swaying of the trees

Beneath the dark sky

Bend before the fire

They are too old

To rise

With the air as it rushes

It rushes, rushes

And lack are the trees

As the moon is at rise;
The black sky

Is now old

With little light from the fire

The fire

Rushes,

It is old;

Invisible are the trees

From the sky

That will no longer rise

All is quiet as the old fire dies

And nothing more rushes among the trees,
The slow rise of the night sky is complete

I'M A SCROGGIN

If you ask me what my last name is, I'll say Scroggin.
I have a wonderful mother named Marta,
my father that's raised me well is Brad,
my cool brother's name is Brandon,
my sweet sister is named Shelby,
and my baby boy brother is Sloan.

I was seven years old for the birth of Sloan.
It was then that there became six of the Scroggins.
The one who became a big sister on that day was Shelby
and everyone came to help and comfort Marta,
who was still very kind to everyone, including Brandon,
the new big brother and he comforted the new again father, Brad.

We were raised on the principles of hard work, thanks to Brad,
who is still diligently training Sloan.
The one who gets most frustrated is Brandon,
but he doesn't understand that this is what makes him a Scroggin.
One of these situations goes badly when Marta
checks Infinite Campus and takes the phone from Shelby.

We're all pretty weird, but the weirdest is Shelby,
followed by my dance-loving father, Brad.
The one who tries to calm them down is Marta,
but then again, we all know the oddest is Sloan.
Simply being weird is a characteristic of being a Scroggin,
though the one who's most normal of all is Brandon.

Tonight was a good night, as well all went to see Brandon,
working hard at Fazoli's when Shelby
decided it would be funny to get every Scroggin
in the restaurant to make a joke to him at the register, though Brad
was a little angry at that. Sloan,
always the kiss up, didn't do it, simply to impress Marta.

Though kiss ups never impressed her, Marta
didn't want to hurt the feelings of Brandon,
and who was happiest at all of this? Sloan,
the goody two shoes who Shelby
makes fun of and then Brad
chastises, but I guess that's all part of being a Scroggin.

I wouldn't change my family for anything in the world, as the Scroggin family has many weird things,
but the compilation of the funny marriage of Brad and Marta, combined with me and three other kids,
Brandon, Shelby, and Sloan, is what makes our family so doggone odd.

Sestina

She looked at the sky

and saw the palm trees blowing in the wind

the sun was shining down

washing her face in light.

She wiggled her toes in

the warm sand.

She walked down to where the sand

met the ocean and looked into the horizon seeing the orange sky.

The waves rolled in

like the rushing wind.

She watched the light

dimming down.

She walked down

to see her kids playing in the sand

their skin red from the light

coming from the sky.

The wind

started to gust and she carried her kids in.

When they stepped in

the house, her husband was coming down

the stairs his footsteps muffled by the wind.

The scratching sand

swirled and the sky

disappeared along with the light.

The dark light

washed in 

the windows, the sky

was filled with stormy clouds, bringing rain down

onto the now cold sand, 

that had been stirring with the wind.

The rushing wind

along with the grey light, 

pushed the water farther up onto the sand.

the hurricane was coming in.

Bringing disaster down,

from the sky.

The sand was darkened along with the light from the night. 

The sky brought disaster down on the family.

The wind furiously blowing in. The hurricane’s intensity increasing with every second.

I basically changed my whole sestina because in my previous one I used extremely difficult ending words. My previous sestina didn't really have a meaning and didn't really tell a story at all. I tried to improve this one a bit more, so that it is more of a narrative. This one tells the story of a family on the beach during a hurricane, while other one didn't really make sense after I read it for a second and third time. This one is new and improved.