I had to write a poem about a locker. I'm going to have to edit it later so this is just a rough draft. Feel free to critique.
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I am not just anything
Not just what I seem
I am not as valuable as a ring, but,
As red as a bloodstream.
I am the best of the best
My number is supreme
Might as well be blessed, but,
To remember me, you'll have to use your mneme.
Left empty all summer
Without a purpose
The only person to be happy would be a drummer
I'll only be happy if someone would usurp us.
I have a reason to be closed
I'll only choose one to let in
Sitting still, posed
Waiting for school to start, surrounded by akin.
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To the best, I know, but I'm going to edit.
YOU ARE READING
Creative writing
RandomI'm in a class called Creative Writing. I'm going to post what I write in here. And give you the details on what it all means. It's going to be very strange. Good luck on not crying or laughing your ass off.
