Hell of paper and pen.
One, two, three hours of work.
More erasing than writing.
Every sentence becoming a tease.
Why do teachers torture us.
Once, I would like to have fun.
Rid of pencils, paper, and pens.
Keep procrastinating to the very end.
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This is just one of my silly poems. My imaginative writing teacher in 9th grade had us choose a word and write a poem using it in this format. It was fun writing this.
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The Poetry of my Crazy Life
PoezieThis book will be filled with poetry that I have written through out the past few years. Please be warned that some of these poems can get very depressing. For some of the poems I might give a background story to them (why I wrote them) so please do...
