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This is the final something saying that I had fun writing these poems but they also were kind of a pain trying to come up something new it is just to hard to do it was fun to make these poems but I feel like my work could be done somewhere else like doing sports or relaxing doing whatever makes me feel happy

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THANK FOR READING

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Sun light

See the sunrise it is a beauty to behold it is like watching a fire in the distance glimmer and glow

Seeing ashes of burnt trees and the smell of smoke. A fire that is unstoppable Seeing the sun set is also a beauty to behold. Watching it fall like a ball.

It was filled with fire that use to be higher.

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FUN FACT:  6 billion have access to mobile phones.

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A water bottle is a poem because like poetry it can contain things poetry can contain lessons hardships. Water bottles can contain any liquid except for acid that burns things. On the outside of both water bottles and poetry they look like nothing but on the inside they hide something. The only difference between them is that a water bottle is a physical thing and poetry is mental.

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FUN FACT: More than 100,000 poems were published in 2010.

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FUN FACT: On average, almost 3000 people commit suicide every day.

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There are 3 poems

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Another day

New York City: I get out of bed today in our 4 room apartment

It is not close to the police department.

I get changed, my parents again yell

They clang like a gigantic bell.

I opened my door carrying my school material

I go to the kitchen and grab a bowl of dry old cereal.

I was avoiding the needles, the cause of my parents’ fight

From the drugs that my dad had last night.

I eat the bowl of cereal; it pops in my mouth like the gunshots

outside in the street which gave my stomach a lot of knots.

The last first day of school

I am in 8th grade in Sandy Rock Middle School -- Goodbye!

It is the last grade before I move onto Liberty Bell High.

I got off the school bus with the kids acting improper.

I put my school bag along with my dusty green lunch bag in my locker.

After putting away my dollar store lunch bag I hurried to homeroom

I got there before the 1st period bell went off and I thought I was doomed.

The teacher handed a sheet for me to sign

It was filled with meaningless words that didn’t even rhyme.

I ran to first period which was math but I would rather pass

I had the worst seat which is in the front, next to the worst kid in class.

To my right was Jim the Prankster who is usually conceited

and cheated off of whoever sat next to him. He is undefeated.

His parents own a prank gear factory; he got all the good stuff

Buzzers, fake liquids, buckets, the fake face, and he’s also pretty tough.

To my left in 2nd period is Billy the Bully -- he has the meanest attitude

He makes anyone near him be his slave and if you refuse he beats you up which puts you in a bad mood.

Behind me in 3rd period was Noah with a disability

When the bells go off he thinks it’s the Hunger Games and runs as fast as possible to the nearest forest as his favorite activity.

But that is not even the worst of it -- the teacher I have in 4th period is an elderly lady named Sophia and she will make you go berserk,

If you ask a question, for your “Incompetence” she will make you do extra work.

One time a kid came in 3 seconds late and he got a 40 page packet of what we were doing in class.

Fortunately we did nothing so he filled in every question with nothing cause we did nothing in class.

Home at last, if I cared

I go home on the bus filled with kids yelling and screaming at each other

The noise takes at least a year to get used to before your ears learn how to smother.

I really don’t care about hearing how Elizabeth changed her hairstyle or got thinner

All I cared about was going to my room so I could lock myself in and forget about this “world” until dinner.

It really doesn’t matter if I’m locked in my room because my parents are never really home so I just do it because I can.

There is one window in my room. Aside from that there is nothing else except for a bed and a plan.

I painted the entire room black.

Yeah this is pretty much my life -- lack.

I don’t bother to do homework because I don’t care about my grades.

I normally just played solitaire with only the ace of spades.

Giving up

I have had it there is nothing to do except sitting in my room.

I have had it I know what I will do with the gloom.

I will jump off from my window and end it all now

Because everyone knows that I am a big fat smelly cow.

I open my window and breathed in the air

For I knew this might be the last time I dare.

With my obese limbs I climb on the window looking down below

At all the cars that randomly stopped. “Look he’s going to jump” a voice said below.

I gave it my best trying to ignore the voices down below.

Right as was about to jump I realized that I have a family to know.

I care about them and they care for me too so I should stop being in the darkness and go to the light.

So I don’t only hurt myself but I don’t hurt my mother and father who work so hard to raise me right.

A new perspective

After stepping down from the window I then wait for my parents to arrive as I cried.

They come home and I tell them I almost committed suicide

They understand and say that they have some good news

Dad is no longer a drug addict and I’m glad he had to choose.

He got a promotion for his job and they bought a brand new PS4

I am delighted to have something new to do and things are not like before.

THE END