This poem is from a game my friends and i played we all had to use the word impossible, cold, lif, dream, schitzophrinic, illusio, bloom, red moonlight, love, and perpetual in that order to create a poem. we were allowed to add as many words we wanted to create it.
Sighing, an impossible cold life
With a dream a schitzophrinic illusion blooming from the stars.
A tenatious, militent love in the enlongating red moonlight
Thier love perpetual
Friday, December 3, 2010
To Liittle
Sometimes there just isn't enough time in the day. Homework, clubs, family , and reading some times makes writing too much to handle. I have four stories on chapter two and no time to finish. as soon as i get on a roll it's time to go some where else. How my mom juggles this stuff I'll never understand.
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