A/N: on another note before we begin my creative writing classes starting poetry so here's some poetry writings by yours truly
It is late at night and I'm still losing.
I turned to God
About the world's despair
To many fall from great and good
Die early and avoid fate
Or if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die late
I wait for form
Some have relied on what they knew
Other's on being simply true.
No memory of being starred
the way of understanding is partly mirth
I would not be taken as ever having rebelled.
If I shed such darkness
That shadows of mine would show in form.
Against the shapeless shadow of the storm
How swarthy I must be.
What but design of darkness to appall?
Something are never clear at all.
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