I wrote this for a math class. Yeah, poems for math. But it's because the date is soon to be 3/14, hence Pi(3.14). So it Pi Sunday or Saturday. We are suppose to write a poem with 14 lines and has a certain amount of words determined by the first 14 numbers of Pi. And they are: 3.1415926535897. So here is my draft poem. I'm not sure if I'll keep or not, but I might because I do like it. Oh, and a warning: I'm not good at poetry. Well, if you compare it to everyone else on this site. X3
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I can't seem
To
Catch myself/ As much
As
I try/My body falls/
My soul slips through my fingers/ I watch as
It Flails/
Arms reaching heavenwards/ My eyes are
Wide/ With the fear of
Losing myself/ My
Mind is racing with questions/
But out of all them that stream by/
One question sticks out the most/ The one that's
needing answer/ Who will I be now?
