Young Writers Society

Earlier today, I started writing this poem and I hated it, so what I did, was I just started taking bits and pieces of it, and I mixed it up. I thought it was really cool even though it makes absolutely no sense at all.
But anyway, this is it--the poem that makes absolutely no sense at all.

that would go on for me to come.
There was a everyday I was walking up that walkway,
I’d for usually listen to your stories sat slouching white house f what we all knew as Helen’s Lane,
At the edge with a picket fence and a porch hours.
You’d look at me for much
To where you swing.
It felt like waiting -needed advice.

OMG...am I weird or what? But I LOVE THIS!

That's awesome! That's like the cut-up poems we did in english.. very fun.

I wrote a poem on the way from english to PE once.. doesn't really make sense, but I like it:

And I fell from the sky
And the world went dark
And everything shattered into severed blocks of steel
And I cried my tears of stone
And the world went dark
And I fell from the sky

I've been wondering if I should post it.. it's.. odd, though lol!

Okay, wierd!

weird but sweet. I wrote one that was weird like that, too.

Ah Ha! now I know why that poem sounds so weird when I read it in the poems section, Ah ha!

It reminds me a bit of an E. E. Cumming's poem...