Redboot
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- Pronouns
- They/she/it
So if you somehow didn't know, I have a degree in English with a minor in creative writing. I've been a writer for over a decade and I have experience in fiction, creative nonfiction (or CNF), poetry, essays, plays, and I'm planning to take a screenwriting class in the fall. I want to pursue my MFA in creative writing once I finish my current masters in teaching of writing.
Needless to say, I have a lot of experience writing. I'm currently taking an advanced poetry writing class and that class has yielded some absolute heaters. I've also written plenty of short stories but not any that I feel like posting right now since they're either not made for this audience or from a long time ago. I can still drop a few poems I've written though. These are all in forms that I learned from my two poetry writing classes and I'll explain the forms as they come up.
Abecedarians are poems where the first letter of each line moves consecutively through the alphabet. This poem is a reflection of otherkinism that came about when I was making dinner and I thought of the first line, which was enough of a winner that I just rolled with it.
I had just come home from the day of class where we read our abecedarians and got in a mood because I was going through a fixation on the boot cube that you can see in my signature. That cube is also why I'm called Jasper R. Redboot. You people don't need to know my real life last name. Also being an otherkin is awesome, you should try it.
A cento is a poem made of lines from other poems. In this case, my professor gave us an index of titles and first lines from the Norton Anthology of Contemporary Poetry and we had to make a 14-line cento out of it. I came up with this and it slaps. It's actually why I was inspired to make this thread in the first place. I would credit all the original authors but I haven't taken the time to go through and find who they all are.
This space reserved for if I ever find the poem I wrote back in 2024 from the perspective of King Boo writing an angry, narcissistic letter to Luigi. It was so good that my professor actually remembered it when I started advanced poetry over a year later.
Anything I write in the future that isn't for the Shroom and that I want to share here will be posted in subsequent posts.
Needless to say, I have a lot of experience writing. I'm currently taking an advanced poetry writing class and that class has yielded some absolute heaters. I've also written plenty of short stories but not any that I feel like posting right now since they're either not made for this audience or from a long time ago. I can still drop a few poems I've written though. These are all in forms that I learned from my two poetry writing classes and I'll explain the forms as they come up.
actually I'm not a human
barely anybody sees it
could be my fear of being weird but
damn it it feels good to say that
even if I don't have just one
form I identify with I
get to imagine my body
however I please since I'm not an
interdimensional traveler
jarring as it may be to hear
koopas are real and I'm one that
lives by passing as a human
maybe you can open up to
new concepts of identity
otherkins are real but not to
people who can't understand that
questioning everything in life is
required to find true happiness
shifting shapes and species is my
time-honored tradition and I
understand that sounds crazy but
view yourself through a new lens and
wait for a realization
xanax or therapy or what have
you won't change me because I have
zero regrets about myself
barely anybody sees it
could be my fear of being weird but
damn it it feels good to say that
even if I don't have just one
form I identify with I
get to imagine my body
however I please since I'm not an
interdimensional traveler
jarring as it may be to hear
koopas are real and I'm one that
lives by passing as a human
maybe you can open up to
new concepts of identity
otherkins are real but not to
people who can't understand that
questioning everything in life is
required to find true happiness
shifting shapes and species is my
time-honored tradition and I
understand that sounds crazy but
view yourself through a new lens and
wait for a realization
xanax or therapy or what have
you won't change me because I have
zero regrets about myself
Abecedarians are poems where the first letter of each line moves consecutively through the alphabet. This poem is a reflection of otherkinism that came about when I was making dinner and I thought of the first line, which was enough of a winner that I just rolled with it.
after a long and sleepy day
body in bed boots on the brain
cursed by a certain shape of cube
desperately hoping for a nap
eventually giving into
fog that hits me regularly
giving a performance for
half asleep classmates about my
inhuman identity as
jasper the fake human left me
kind of upset that I have to
look at myself as what I'm not
maybe I'm just weird in ways that
nobody thinks normal but when
objects are a more appealing form
people can never understand
quite how intensely a pair of
rubber boots can take over my
sense of self and make me feel weird
transformation is the best way
under the sun to cure me of
vicious body dysmorphia
why a pair of boots you may ask
'xcept there's a big thing you're missing
you think I'm in it just for the
zipper but I've got tongue and sole
body in bed boots on the brain
cursed by a certain shape of cube
desperately hoping for a nap
eventually giving into
fog that hits me regularly
giving a performance for
half asleep classmates about my
inhuman identity as
jasper the fake human left me
kind of upset that I have to
look at myself as what I'm not
maybe I'm just weird in ways that
nobody thinks normal but when
objects are a more appealing form
people can never understand
quite how intensely a pair of
rubber boots can take over my
sense of self and make me feel weird
transformation is the best way
under the sun to cure me of
vicious body dysmorphia
why a pair of boots you may ask
'xcept there's a big thing you're missing
you think I'm in it just for the
zipper but I've got tongue and sole
I had just come home from the day of class where we read our abecedarians and got in a mood because I was going through a fixation on the boot cube that you can see in my signature. That cube is also why I'm called Jasper R. Redboot. You people don't need to know my real life last name. Also being an otherkin is awesome, you should try it.
September 1961
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
A character, indistinct, entered
He was born in Alabama.
The farther he went the farther home grew.
For a good decade
He would drink by himself
Behind closed doors, in shadowy quarantine
The exact moment of his death
Lost in translation
As if it were a scene made-up by the mind
Why speak of memory and death
Anybody can die, evidently
It was his story. It would always be his story.
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
A character, indistinct, entered
He was born in Alabama.
The farther he went the farther home grew.
For a good decade
He would drink by himself
Behind closed doors, in shadowy quarantine
The exact moment of his death
Lost in translation
As if it were a scene made-up by the mind
Why speak of memory and death
Anybody can die, evidently
It was his story. It would always be his story.
A cento is a poem made of lines from other poems. In this case, my professor gave us an index of titles and first lines from the Norton Anthology of Contemporary Poetry and we had to make a 14-line cento out of it. I came up with this and it slaps. It's actually why I was inspired to make this thread in the first place. I would credit all the original authors but I haven't taken the time to go through and find who they all are.
This space reserved for if I ever find the poem I wrote back in 2024 from the perspective of King Boo writing an angry, narcissistic letter to Luigi. It was so good that my professor actually remembered it when I started advanced poetry over a year later.
Anything I write in the future that isn't for the Shroom and that I want to share here will be posted in subsequent posts.
