Line after lineA Poem by MellFor my writers craft class we had to go through our journals and take our best lines and turn them into poetry that fits together.
He’s a giant ball of stress, A big busy mess. He has gross lips, This could be a sign of lead poisoning. It hardly matters at this point, We’re new people now. He thinks he’s some hotshot these days, Well I got news for you. Damn you and your thirst for sympathy. I could snap his neck! What a waste of time, It makes me feel guilty now. © 2008 Mell |
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Added on May 2, 2008 Last Updated on May 2, 2008 AuthorMellSarnia, CanadaAboutI'm currently in grade 12, just about to escape and go to Carleton university to take journalism. I like reading, writing, photography, and sleeping. Chocolate chai is amazing, and I love anything pom.. more..Writing
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