| Why Did You Do It? | Early Morning in Eddy | |||||||||||||
| Can't think, can't sleep, can't do what anyone is asking me. The noise outside is too damn loud for me to concentrate on this. The sound is carried up so high, right to my window next to me and through my ears. The constant clicking, clacking, beeping near, the shouting men, so loud but not so close. They seem as if they stand right by the glass, but I am on the sixth floor, they below. It's just too early for construction, right? |
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| I did it because I could. The air was dry and coarse. The wind howled like a hungry wolf. I was alone. I did it because it was so easy. I broke my promise. Never again. I did it because I was looking for a thrill. I did it because I was alone. |
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| My Roomies | ||||||||||||||
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| It's fun to watch my roommate play a game Becoming so involved in beating it. The rest of us can't help getting just as thrilled, My other roommate starts to jump about. She stands behind her chair and screams out loud, "How crazily you beat opponents down! Almost like watching wrestling in TV!" I sit, observing, laughing, yelling too. The pair of them can make a funny tale By simply hanging out around the room. |
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| The water rushes overhead, the peace not there. My skin so warm but cold inside. My surface calm and silent, gathered, hushed; tumultuous, inverted within me. Some people say I'm strange, deranged, insane, but that will never change the way I see the world. My twisted little mind observes the unsuspecting passersby and warps their actions into what they are not. Why am I so different from all the rest? |
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| Staying Put | ||||||||||||||
| Winter | ||||||||||||||
| How come no one will let me travel to That distant island that is called England? My grades are never good enough to go When all I want is to see London once. Have studied William Shakespeare since fourth grade. Insoired me to become an actress and Helped center my mind on my life's true goal. I dream of spouting quaint Ophelia's lines But how can I get there when I'm held back? For now, I must accept, I'm staying put. |
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| The white, the chill, the smell of yearly sleep. The masses cling in groups for warmth, and wrap their bodies thick with cloth, with down, with heat. Their eyes, two jewels peeking out beneath the brightly colored knitting. Walking ones will turn and envy those with cars. Alone, one walks, all dressed in black, another walks behind. They seem so isolated, yet one following gives other comfort. How they contrast with surroundings on this day. |
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