(working title)
The impatient young man put all his clothes and belongings into one closet, and the closet shuddered. The man closed the doors gently, and his footsteps drew him out of the room. A flash of light illuminated every inch of that room, and in the place the closet once was, now stood a tall lamp. A sound almost like a sigh of relief echoed in the empty room. The rest of the furniture celebrated as once again, although for only a few fleeting moments, the closet could again be a lamp.
Inspired by the writer Osama Alomar who spoke in my english class. (check out his stuff, it's cool)
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Some poems
PoetryThese are some poems I've written over the past few years in class and out of it. I don't think anyone will read these, so I'm only gonna upload them randomly when I feel like it. If anyone does read these, hope ya like em. If you feel inclined, p...
