ROUGH DRAFT: The Ship's Stern

As a 12th grader, one of my least favorite tasks that I have to do are college applications. When you are younger you have this grand idea that any college you apply to would immediately accept you, because seriously, how hard can college apps be? Well, as a victim, I can tell you they are 100 percent harder than astrophysics, and require a lot of crying and tears.

I think this past month I have cried possibly 10 times in a day all because of them. Go me!

The most difficult part about this whole thing was writing my college essay, despite me already knowing what I wished to write about. It was the execution of it all that was a struggle to me, and I hated struggling when it came to writing. The writer's block that hit me was INSANE, but it was mostly because I was scared to get in touch with my inner thoughts and sentiments. Once I finally did, writing my college essay was a breeze (not really I still made a so many f*cking mistakes).

Because I really liked my essay, but didn't want to share it to the public, I decided to format a poetic version of it here! It is kind of rough cause I wrote it in like 10 minutes, so I definitely need to revise upon it later. For now, enjoy the rough draft!

PS: I just adore sharing my rough drafts of my writing pieces here, because I LOVE sharing my writing process. It's so adorably messy idk!

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my ear lobes are forcefully brushed by the whistles of the wind

as the thunder rocks the ship to its core- aware the mariners have sinned

what a sight the baywatchers witness, as a battle between man and sky commence

as the ship is left in the unknown, to be on the defense

devilish waste from the sea seep through and through

causing all the baywatchers to be painted blue

they watch as the ship goes down, and falls to its demise

finally succumbing to the mariners’ guise

there on the western shore, the beam of the sky shines

rising slowly, putting a halt to the baywatchers’ whines

we watch as the mariners plug all the brand new holes

with trinkets, biscuits, and even bowls

the baywatchers chew littmuss lozenges whilst the ship starts to heal

though, are burdened knowing that the thunderstom, will never heel

because we were all aware the moment the sun traveled east

another sound battle would reveal their beast

the pitter patter of the drizzle became comfort

as we began to build our bay fort

the fort that would shelter us from the nortorious battle

that leaves everyone escpaing through paddle

therefore, what good did it do to pretend the sun was a remedy

when there would always remain a touch, of incongruity.