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Your Guts (I hate 'em)
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English class...do you like them? By the way, each of these has a certain type that they have to follow. Personally, I hate the first one, but I needed an alliteration poem. =(
Wendy, Wanda, and William
The girl glided gracefully,
Nearly knocking Nathan’s knee.
Wanda was her name.
Wanda whispered to Wendy about William.
It is well know that Wanda wanted William
To ask Wendy to the dance.
Wanda told Wendy the telltale traces of
William’s wanting.
Wendy did disbelieve Wanda, although dearly
She did decide to date him.
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My Personal Understanding
Understanding my personal place in my mind
Is unfeasible to me, so how do you expect
To do it yourself?
Understanding my personal thoughts and feelings
Is impossible to the girl that thinks and feels them, so
How do you think you will do?
Understanding my personal mindset towards life in general
Is unachievable to myself, so what do you expect
To find?
I’ll tell you that I don’t think you will find anything
That I can’t find for myself,
So stop rooting around in my head, if you please.
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Giuliana
Giuliana was just outside of what is now
Loch Ness when she heard a villager’s cry.
She sprinted to the scene
And found a kraken, sixteen feet tall,
With tentacles as thick as chains.
Giuliana drew her sword,
Looked the thing in the eye,
And threw her blade.
The blade hit the thing right in the forehead
And Nessie fell, dead at her feet.
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On her way to at the small town nearby,
Giuliana was faced by a vicious troll
With a face of stone and a body to match,
Neither sword nor arrow would pierce his skin.
Luckily, just down the hill was a lake.
Making as if she were afraid, Giuliana
Walked backwards, her palms facing forward,
The troll followed her down the hill,
And the stupid thing followed her until
He sunk into the water, drowning himself.
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The Sounds of My Home
Sitting on my bed in the dark,
I can hear my dog’s feet clicking on the wooden floor
As she walks into my room and grunts as she jumps
Up onto my bed and rustles up the sheets.
I can hear my bird squawking and
Ringing her bell.
I can hear my father’s heavy footsteps
And I hear as he pops open a can of soda,
And then he walks into the family room and the sofa creaks as he sits down.
I can hear the sound of my fish tank dripping and my fish splashing.
And I smile contentedly at the sounds of my home.
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The Way You Weren’t.
I know you may be mad
That I didn’t come to the funeral,
But I can’t help it,
I can’t see you that way,
Cold and calm,
Polar opposite of the way you were.
Here’s to you your life!
While you were with us,
You were energetic, sweet,
You never sat still, you never
Cared if you didn’t look perfect,
If everyone liked you.
Like when we were fifteen,
You would go out with your pants,
Two sizes too big, on,
And you would not notice or care about
The people who stared in your direction.
You were all I wished I could be.
And in fifth grade, when that boy
Walked straight up to you and began to
Say straight to your face the things you
Didn’t want to hear, But you didn’t care.
I saw him as I drove by the reception, and
I wonder if he regrets it.
I just hope you understand
That I didn’t want you to go,
Of course not.
That I just couldn’t stand
To see you
The way that you weren’t.
Wendy, Wanda, and William
The girl glided gracefully,
Nearly knocking Nathan’s knee.
Wanda was her name.
Wanda whispered to Wendy about William.
It is well know that Wanda wanted William
To ask Wendy to the dance.
Wanda told Wendy the telltale traces of
William’s wanting.
Wendy did disbelieve Wanda, although dearly
She did decide to date him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Personal Understanding
Understanding my personal place in my mind
Is unfeasible to me, so how do you expect
To do it yourself?
Understanding my personal thoughts and feelings
Is impossible to the girl that thinks and feels them, so
How do you think you will do?
Understanding my personal mindset towards life in general
Is unachievable to myself, so what do you expect
To find?
I’ll tell you that I don’t think you will find anything
That I can’t find for myself,
So stop rooting around in my head, if you please.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Giuliana
Giuliana was just outside of what is now
Loch Ness when she heard a villager’s cry.
She sprinted to the scene
And found a kraken, sixteen feet tall,
With tentacles as thick as chains.
Giuliana drew her sword,
Looked the thing in the eye,
And threw her blade.
The blade hit the thing right in the forehead
And Nessie fell, dead at her feet.
XXXXXXXXXXXX
On her way to at the small town nearby,
Giuliana was faced by a vicious troll
With a face of stone and a body to match,
Neither sword nor arrow would pierce his skin.
Luckily, just down the hill was a lake.
Making as if she were afraid, Giuliana
Walked backwards, her palms facing forward,
The troll followed her down the hill,
And the stupid thing followed her until
He sunk into the water, drowning himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Sounds of My Home
Sitting on my bed in the dark,
I can hear my dog’s feet clicking on the wooden floor
As she walks into my room and grunts as she jumps
Up onto my bed and rustles up the sheets.
I can hear my bird squawking and
Ringing her bell.
I can hear my father’s heavy footsteps
And I hear as he pops open a can of soda,
And then he walks into the family room and the sofa creaks as he sits down.
I can hear the sound of my fish tank dripping and my fish splashing.
And I smile contentedly at the sounds of my home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Way You Weren’t.
I know you may be mad
That I didn’t come to the funeral,
But I can’t help it,
I can’t see you that way,
Cold and calm,
Polar opposite of the way you were.
Here’s to you your life!
While you were with us,
You were energetic, sweet,
You never sat still, you never
Cared if you didn’t look perfect,
If everyone liked you.
Like when we were fifteen,
You would go out with your pants,
Two sizes too big, on,
And you would not notice or care about
The people who stared in your direction.
You were all I wished I could be.
And in fifth grade, when that boy
Walked straight up to you and began to
Say straight to your face the things you
Didn’t want to hear, But you didn’t care.
I saw him as I drove by the reception, and
I wonder if he regrets it.
I just hope you understand
That I didn’t want you to go,
Of course not.
That I just couldn’t stand
To see you
The way that you weren’t.