Well, I'll put it this way. I hate poetry. I hate reading it, writing it, practically anything to do with it.
However, I often have to do it in English class, and I'm sometimes pleased with the results. This one is a favorite.
Criticism is not appreciated, I hate poetry. Did I mention that?
However, I often have to do it in English class, and I'm sometimes pleased with the results. This one is a favorite.
I am a city, excited, bursting with new ideas and things.
I am a rabbit, always looking for the fast way through or out of something.
I am a computer, entranced by technology, always embedding myself further and further
into the new world...
I am a rock band, loud, bubbling with voices that come spilling out at night.
I am a roller blade, skimming across the surface, never staying in one place.
I am a river, rushing forward, looking for the next think, occasionally going over the edge. I am a mountain, scanning the horizon for new things, filled with mystery, and an
occasional traveler.
I am a newspaper article, filled with stories, never lingering in one area long.
I am a dog, always playing with friends, getting bored easily.
I am a gourmet meal, I am unique, often changing, getting better and better in every way
to expand.
I am fire, I can be quick to flare and start a fight, not wanting to back out of one.
I am a “No Trespassing” sign, reclusive to all but friends, who have access to all I own. I am a bag of Skittles, filled with different personalities that can change from day to day,
week to week.
I am a bicycle, willing to work hard for what I want.
I am a wildflower, growing wild, expanding in every direction, growing, always growing...
I am a rabbit, always looking for the fast way through or out of something.
I am a computer, entranced by technology, always embedding myself further and further
into the new world...
I am a rock band, loud, bubbling with voices that come spilling out at night.
I am a roller blade, skimming across the surface, never staying in one place.
I am a river, rushing forward, looking for the next think, occasionally going over the edge. I am a mountain, scanning the horizon for new things, filled with mystery, and an
occasional traveler.
I am a newspaper article, filled with stories, never lingering in one area long.
I am a dog, always playing with friends, getting bored easily.
I am a gourmet meal, I am unique, often changing, getting better and better in every way
to expand.
I am fire, I can be quick to flare and start a fight, not wanting to back out of one.
I am a “No Trespassing” sign, reclusive to all but friends, who have access to all I own. I am a bag of Skittles, filled with different personalities that can change from day to day,
week to week.
I am a bicycle, willing to work hard for what I want.
I am a wildflower, growing wild, expanding in every direction, growing, always growing...
Criticism is not appreciated, I hate poetry. Did I mention that?