| This is the first poem I ever wrote, It was in 7th grade. And it also inspired me to write my other poems. |
| My room is like a person. ITs a body that keeps everything inside And the walls are like its skin Protecting it from the deadly germs also known as the species of kids. And of course, those nasty viruses otherwise know as nosy parents. Always trying to get in. My room is like a person. My journal is like its soul Keeping thoughs and secrets inside Forever silent, and never saying a word. My room is like a person and my books can be its brain FIlled with pictures and symbols Along with memories that are locked tight Forever remaining there, until the end of time My room is like a person The door is like its mouth When it is open, you can get in. And when it is closed, you cannot hear the thoughts,\ That wander about. My room is like a person And the heart is I For if i was not there, there'd be no room Only and empty space, Filled with nothing but- Sky. |
| My Room |