100!
I never dreamed I’d get that far.
40,
Maybe 50,
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(I came up with this as a song, but I didn't write it as one. And strangly enough I came up with it on Tuesday afternoon lol. But I figured if I have a 'Friday Afternoon' I should have a 'Monday Morning' so here it is. Enjoy!)
I wake up
and it starts again.
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(These are just a few short poems that I wrote for History class about the Bill of Rights. And these are actually some of my favorite poems that I've written. The last one especially.)
Innocent and Broke
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Teenagers are awkward.
Why is that?
Do you believe it’s our ‘’hormones’’?
Or is some other place, where the problem’s at?
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These words you read will disappear,
So to your memory they must adhere.
Every second gone by these words will fade.
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He is as black as the darkness in a windowless room,
With irises the color of polished gold.
He is as silent as a thief in the night,
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So much of my poetry,
is staring at a blank page,
‘til inspiration comes,
and fills the page with words.
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There’s something in my closet,
that you wouldn’t find in most.
In it is a sleek black rope,
that’s hanging from a post.
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Is it really so bad,
that I let it out,
in a few well chosen words,
rather than an angry shout?
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If only I could have everything,
everything I’ve ever wanted,
everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
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