(a/n: Throwback to when I thought I was a good writer in 5th grade so I wrote these poems. This is one of them. I hope that explains the bad writing.)
In this world, there is war;
People cheat, people fight, people want more.
In these wars, blood is spilled;
Soldiers shoot, soldiers attack, soldiers are killed.
These battles are brutal and cruel and mean,
But no one will know what I have seen:
In my world, there is war;
People dying, sides losing, blood poured in a jar.
In these wars, blood is spilled;
Dragons destroy, cows consume, foxes do what their queen willed.
Even now you can't see this horror I've made;
I could tell you more, but I forbade.
(a/n: I actually just reread this to myself, and I want to barf. Oh well. I just had to put it out there.)
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Random Poems
PoetryI always think of the most random poems when I'm bored. Some of them are actually good, so it would be a waste if I didn't write them down. I also think of them when I'm upset.
