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A poem from our creative writing class! by Meredith Sometimes I think of how in the future I may look back upon myself. And other times I do just that; look back upon myself, perhaps to the time when I was thinking of doing that which I am doing now. The future and past are deeply confusing to me. They're as different as night and day, but does that make them, different though they may be, similar as two things can be? And then there's the present, always there but never really. I mean, when is the present? If you can divide a second, a millisecond, infinitely, "now" seems too long to say. I say "now" but by then it's the past, the future already now, and now a distant memory.
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A poem from our creative writing class! by Michael I sat there on the desk unused for 42 seconds I thought I would never be used again but 24 minutes later I wrote and almost completely ran out of ink my writer was mad it was like he was on fire he almost burned the house down Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Jailyn Ms. Terri is always very merry. Until she met a dude named Jerry. He was rude. That ugly dude. And now she is quite scary. There is a girl named Adrianna, (adr-anne-a) who went by banana, she went on vacation to a country that's Hatian and met a friend named Shanna (shan-a) There is a boy named Clay, who's favorite color is gray. he loves to dance, and twirl and prance, he always brightens my day There's a dog named sweetheart, Who is very very smart, She loves puppuccinos, and enjoys abstract art. There was a kid named Gus, who liked to kick and fuss, when he grew older, he got the cold shoulder, and still he liked to fuss. There is a parade called Muses, the catch of the night would be shoezes, they throw lots of stuff, it can get quite rough and you might fall down and get bruises There once was a shotgun in NOLA, with a dog inside named Lola, She got in the trash, developed some gas, we hoped she didn't have ebola. There once was a moose named Maurice, who was made out of fleece, he lost both his eyes, too bad he can't cry and now all he wants is some peace. A poem from our creative writing class! by Taylor Ith wasth ath coldth andth stormyth nighth Inth thethroomth shownth no lighth Theth windowth wasth openth justh ath bith Outsideth lookedth liketh anth blackth pith Ath coldth winterth breezeth flewth inth Ith felth liketh standingth outh thereth wasth ath sinth Theth roomth wasth asth couldth asth iceth By midnight it had been cold twice A poem from our creative writing class! by Ainsley Pitty patty goes the rain Lights aglow when grim like shadows fill the room I try to sleep like a kitten when the lights are on I close my eyes then I feel the lights go black The room gets cold as ice A chill I feel goes down my neck and through the bed I try to think of light gleaming on my face A warmth goes from my toes to my head I wake up when the sun sends me a gleam My head is sore as a stubbed toe I open my eyes they look but see no foe Then I come to think that it was all a dream Some poems from our creative writing class! by Alyssa 'Twas two nights after I was adopted I was hit by a car with a drunk driver It was an emergency I was dying and that's the last thing I remember and now I'm here twenty years later Just woke up from a twenty year slumber Being 25 completely paralyzed Oh I'm a little better Twenty-four hours later on my death bed and ready for eternal slumber Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Meredith Long ago there was a joker He loved playing games of poker; Then the king said, "Fool!" So he tried to play pool But at that he was mediocre Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Meredith In the moist soil grew a root But it was soon crushed by a boot Strangled by a wire and burned in a fire At last the root died, turned to soot Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Meredith Never have I met a man who Had a single clue what to do In this thing we call life Trying not to cause strife So don't bite more than you can chew Some limericks from our creative writing class! by Reagan There once was a boy name Dave He lived in a cave He couldn’t light a fire And was a very bad lair That’s he ended up in a grave |
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