Briefly explain blackout poetry is where you get like a piece of newspaper, or a page from a book and select words from the passage to make a poem and the ones that you don't use you block them out with like marker or sharpie. and I honestly like making this especially one like I'm bored so here's like a few pieces of my own black out poetry-
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1. Demons and Death
She found herself staring at the flames with the look of longing.
Her soul craved the fire.
One thing had kept her in this limbo of lingering death.
A far worse death then she herself had ever inflicted on the wicked.
The demons blood thirst, had been building up in her.
"My dear you looked tired. Won't you sit?"
"No thank you," she replied "I've done playing at civility with you, demon"
"Yes. Done. So you are! What are you waiting for? Go on. Do you know what I am going to do the moment you're gone?"
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2. Demon's Game
"If you love her, you can love her in silence too"
"Love her in silence? What is this? Some kind of game?"
"It is a game, it's a demon's game, if you encourage the girl to speak, you encourage her to kill you, and the demon wins."
"Demons?"
"Are you mad? There are no demons. There are no curses. only vicious jokes and vile people, tormenting an innocent girl!"
"What is it I can't see? Demons?"
"You can see demons."
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3. He loves her
He turned and there she was.
Her composure marked her out from the women around her, who laughed with their heads thrown back.
Her back straight, her neck white.
Her hair, upswept, what's the color of dark chocolate.
She turned away ignoring the murmurs.
Her face was perfect.
It was delicate and flushed with her passionate playing.
Her eyes or down cast, their color a mystery.
He found himself wanting to lie with her in a sunny patch of garden, tracing the contours of her cheeks, letting is finger drift down to her lips.
He imagined himself actually falling in love with her.
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4. Her.
She was sad.
Her eyes haunted him.
Her thoughts were Damned.
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5. Nostalgia
Nostalgia...
Was it possible that some of those blurred impressions world's happy times?
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