This is quite different from poems I've done before, so if you know how I usually write then you'll see a difference.
Some of this poem is like a conversation, so you may be a bit confused. But read carefully and try to keep up.
Also, since it is October, there may be a Halloween poem coming this way a bit early. ;)
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Renegade!
Run after him!
Renegade!
He's out in the limb!
Runner out!
Make sure he doesn't get away!
Sprint after him!
He doesn't get a free day!
He's got away!
Well, shit, what are we supposed to do?
I don't know, sir!
Well, then get a fucking clue!
We found him in town, sir!
Good, give him here!
He's fighting, sir!
Well, don't give in, you hear!
Renegade,
Bet you thought you were smart.
Renegade,
You never got a start.
Well, mister,
Let me say this clear:
I was so close to freedom,
Could see it nice and near
Then you went and destroyed
The only hope I had
Bet you think you're amazing
I bet you think everyone's glad.
Of course they're glad, son
I just saved them from a criminal
They never thought
To put you in a hospital.
A hospital, sir?
Well, that's absurd!
Who would send a criminal to a hospital
When he's sour as curd?(idk)
Well, renegade
I'll tell you this:
You better not run again
Or I'll kill you without a hiss.
Ha ha, sir,
For the joke's on you
My time in town
Has served my purpose anew
You see, my good sir,
I only had but one purpose:
To run to town
And get the word out for Kirkus.
Who the fuck is Kirkus?
Renegade, you better talk!
Renegade,
I swear you don't want to walk!
I laugh at you, sir,
Because of your naïveté.
It's quite funny, actually,
To see you burning with rage.
The guard turned away
He ordered his men to find this "Kirkus"
But little did they know
He was already lurking.
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Do these creep you out?
I'm creeped out by some of them.
The last stanza ("the guard turned away...") is a narrator. It's still dialogue, most of it.
I like this one. Maybe more like this in the future?
What do you think?
-Kat
P.S. I cut again.
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PoetryThe creative writing of a thirteen year old going through her last year of middle school. Please welcome the author as she gives you a glimpse of her thoughts, dreams, actions, and just her life in general.