Chanyn Fuller

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Chanyn Fuller started her life in 1994. She was very playful, fun loving, and a semi rebellious child. Chanyn never wanted to watch blue clues, but instead would go and investigate something in her backyard. Without her adventurous attitude she wouldn’t have found those baby kittens which inspire her to this day. Jump ahead to where Chanyn is now ten years old, Chanyn’s grandmother is sick and Chanyn visits her as much as possible but knows nothing good will come of her sickly state. As if Chanyn was psychic she refused to go to the hospital the day her grandmother passed. It would have torn her up to see her nanny on the brink of death. However she was still devastated. She refused to talk for two months, but instead she wrote poetry and short stories. All were dedicated to her grandmother. Now Chanyn has preformed at “Voices” as a creative writing major. She is proud of herself and how far she has come in writing and also in life skills. she still thanks her grandmother, kittens, and friends for inspiring her. Chanyn mostly wants to thank her teacher Dr. Wilkinson for her prompts, workshops, and inspiring words. Chanyn might of stopped writing if she wasn’t in the creative writing program.)

The Best Poem Of Chanyn Fuller

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This casket lays open, waiting for an occupant
A soulless figure to weigh it down
Mortician waits for this special case
Stun is his first emotion, and then change
Screams in agony and flies through
The rest, He takes one break, leaves his own
And clings to what he believes is her’s
He never stays anywhere too long, only to
Search then has no other need. These hues
Of death and mortality are all rushing towards him

Ducking down to the depths of hell, he realizes the irony
Of prayers to his Allah, the merciful and gracious,
But a look into his past, he wasn’t innocent at
Birth, he was born with many sins, those of his foregoers
Torment that is stuck to his aura stays in his heart
His acceptance was long ago and without knowledge
The prevention of renewal keeps this dusty world
In constant terror, he finally looks up and sees the gates of
Clarity opening, and it’s not late enough for this trial so he climbs
When it’s reached something else will chime inside,
But that’s off into the recently passed future

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