Monday, January 24, 2011

My poem for creative writing class:

Smiles on the outside, that always fools them.
Laughter and joy is what feeds them;
Lies.
Their faces burn into my skull.
My memory prays for them all to be erased;
Gone.
So why is it not that easy?
Why doesn't anything work out how I want?
Maybe if I keep praying it will all change,
Because I've been needing it to;
Change.

Yeah, I kinda quick-wrote that. That seems to be the only time I can get poems or anything else out, is when I press myself for time and get inspiration. I think that's why I wait so long to turn in papers and such for English. Because it takes me forever to be inspired.

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