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Good to see I had some confidence back in high school lol

How grand it is to be me.
I live my life happily.
My soul and mind are free.
I have a good personality,
And I’m not too ugly.


TBT: President Kid

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If only the world was run by children.
Children are worth more than a billion.
They are honest,
And so very pleasant.
I think I want to elect one president.

TBT: A Poem

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This was definitely a high school assignment. Why we were supposed to write a poem about poems I surely don’t know. But here was mine…

A poem is an element of wonder,

Such wonder is hard to describe.

A poem is never good, and never bad,

It cannot be graded on a scale.

A poem is any group of words,

In any order that seems fitting.

A poem can be as simple as breathing,

Or it can be as complex as dating.

A poem is a seed planted in the mind of the reader,

With proper food it can grow to be a great tree.

A poem can cause a tempest of the mind,

Or a melody of the heart.

A poem can bring out the best in you,

Or unleash the worst.

A poem is a language,

That speaks to us all.

A poem is a teacher,

From whom we all could learn.

More than anything else,

A poem is,

Whatever you want it to be.

TBT: Style

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So near she stood,

So very near.

Her heart was to me so dear,

And I wished to kiss her, so I neared.

To her front I neared so sly,

And in her eyes I gazed so shy.

A kiss from her would be so fine,

It’s all that I want for mine.

I got my nerve,

And said to her,

“my you look pretty”,

she looked at me sort of giddy.

I saw my chance,

I took my stance,

I embraced her and to her surprise,

I kissed her to her demise.

She stepped back with a glare,

She swung and slapped me bare.

I thought I was the master,

She turned and called me “bastard”.

I touched my face with pride,

I would be the envy of my tribe,

I have kissed the Beauty,

And the Beauty took my face as booty.

Now, I in my inexperience,

Knew not what to make of this,

I once heard if they act ‘matter of fact’,

It means they fancy you, and all of that.

So I in my ignorance,

Said to myself as I stood,

This is good,

And so I would,

Repeat my effective style.

For quite a tiresome, fruitless while.

TBT: Oak

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You stand outside my window,

You wave when I leave,

You wave when I arrive,

You watch me when I sleep.

You scare me in the night,

You scratch at my window,

You knock at my wall,

You howl in the wind,

Sometimes you’re my friend

And sometimes you’re a fiend.