MemoryHunter

I don't know how to write poems. Please teach me.

Okay. This poem is definitely not what I would write. Not my forte.

This was what I felt.

Two people fighting over a pizza.

A Sci-tech Article.

A poem about stink.

It's not what you think it is. I swear.

A poem about bottles. Seriously.

This is the first poem I made this year.

I don't know what I'm writing.

Wow, such a boring title. You won't catch fish with that bait, MemoryHunter!

Tried YWS again. Tsundere mode.

I am back again from my hiatus + terrifying school work! That maybe the reason why this poem sucks. xD

I'M SORRY IF THIS SUCKS. I have a hard time with fiction. I can't poof out wizards and spells and unicorns out of words that easily.

Don't judge me. xD

This poem is definitely romantic. Not.

[Insert synopsis here]

So I am in my dramatic phase right now. A sort of Feature story.

At least you're important to a child who's learning how to ride a bike.

To write drama or to not write drama? That is the question.

*sigh* A lot of ignorant emo going on right now.

Blablabla cliche, I know.

Back to school writer's block.

So I got this idea from our Environmental Science class. It kind of sucks honestly.

*battling with writer's block*

A project for our English class.

Something I pulled out of a writing slump.

Some prose I made as a reaction to a guy who said writing is level 0 on the art scale.

For those who were left

colors of the rainbow imagined into a romantic relationship

just an eighth grade shape poem about a darker version of snow white

Another essay, but this time, it's about the first biography I have ever read.

A sailor stops sailing. He experiences existential crisis.

I tried to write about my anxiety