Fiction

That is my notebook

and that is my pen

thats my chair,

and this, is my den.

Those are things accomplished;

along with dreams that waver,

and these are the things I have to do

Come whatever.

Don't know when, my life

for what did I mistook;

I feel as if I am

some character in a book.

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Nice job. I feel like that sometimes. I feel like Ponyboy Curtis from the Outsiders. The only reason that I do was because he lost his friend. I have lost many people. I really liked this though. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Kevin]

I really liked this poem. It flowed nicely and was easy to read. Keep up the good work.

[KatiePie]

I like how it starts off really simple in the first section, and then in the second part it took a sudden turn and got a little deep and in the third part the depth made sense. This is well constructed and I really like it. Good job ^-^
Keep writing