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Katya's Wondeful Poems
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Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Mon Apr 27, 2015 11:54 pm
AdmiralKat
says...
Day Eight
13.
I don't even
I have a secret
It is very important
You know it. Your mom.
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
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Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Mon Apr 27, 2015 11:58 pm
AdmiralKat
says...
Day Eight
14.
Stupid
Haikus are stupid
But if I am writing one
Am I stupid too?
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
Gender:
Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Tue Apr 28, 2015 12:00 am
AdmiralKat
says...
Day Eight
15.
Unoriginal
Unoriginal
Cant' make anything myself
That is what I am
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
Gender:
Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Tue Apr 28, 2015 12:24 am
AdmiralKat
says...
Day Eight
16.
Inner Voices
Why must I do this?
What motivates me so much?
Why can't I just give up?
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
Gender:
Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Tue Apr 28, 2015 12:25 am
AdmiralKat
says...
Day Eight
17.
The Jungle of the Mind
My travel through the jungle
It was really fun at first
Until I woke up
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
Gender:
Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Tue Apr 28, 2015 12:26 am
AdmiralKat
says...
Day Eight
18.
Netflix
My best friend is real
She is different from others
Her name is Netflix
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
Gender:
Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Tue Apr 28, 2015 1:01 am
AdmiralKat
says...
Spoiler!
:
For A Poet's Universe: Prompt 3
Day Eight
19.
A Rainy Night of Studying
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The airy breeze blows against the window.
Tiny drops of water stick to the screen.
An airy breeze intrudes into the room.
A bright yellow light blazes from the lamp.
The fresh smell of parchment fills the room.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tears drop one by one on a moist desk.
A small girl looks out the window; scared.
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
Gender:
Points: 279
Reviews: 240
Wed Apr 29, 2015 1:41 am
AdmiralKat
says...
Day Nine
20.
The 4 year old child
No! Never ever!
Like never ever ever
Will I eat my beans!
Whale. Whale. Whale. What do we have here?
Some scurvy dog looking at my post, eh?
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Points: 279
Reviews: 240