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Another poem I have created! Lucky you! |
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Here's another poem that I made in Reading class too. It's not as bad as the previous one, but I still don't think it merits a congratulation:
Childhood memories are always a pain,
especially if you remember all of the horrible things in your past.
You always remember things like living in Avon
with no backyard
and if you become famous
people never talk about how happy you were to have your mother remarry and
how fun it was to get your first dog and see him all the time.
And somehow when you talk about your friends,
nobody ever understands your feelings about them
as they drift apart.
Even though you remember
your biographies will never comprehend
your family's pain when your grandfather died and everybody is in grief.
And though you're lonely it isn't loneliness that concerns you,
It's the fear of another death that would catch you off-guard.
And although your parents fought a lot,
it isn't their divorce that makes a difference,
but that you get to see everybody and you and your sister are always loved and
I hope that no one thinks that I had a miserable life,
but one with happiness and love.
 `Immortal_Rain · Thu Jun 28, 2007 @ 09:11pm · 0 Comments |
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This is a poem I have created during Reading class:
I am a 13 year old, Asian, raised in Avon.
I have a lot of interests, but some not a lot of people know about.
I read and draw a lot, and kill a couple dozen trees because of that.
Writing is another thing I love doing,
and playing videogames too.
Swimming is one of the things I like doing, same with skiing.
I also like to listen to music.
Although it doesn't seem like it,
I love Heavy Metal and Alternative/Rock
like Godsmack, Metallica, Papa Roacb, Rob Zombie, and System of a Down.
I don't know why it appeals to me, I guess it just does.
I am a straight A student with an occasional B
I wish I could be as smart as I want to be,
but maybe it's the fact that I used to ram my head into stoves is the reason I'm this way.
It's hard being a big sis, especially because you have to restrain yourself so you don't "accidentally" hit her out of frustration when your little sister doesn't listen to a word you say.
I know it was a horrible poem, but I just felt like sharing it so you can waste 3 minutes of your life reading it.
`Immortal_Rain · Thu Jun 28, 2007 @ 08:59pm · 0 Comments |
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