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Tick tock, tick tock.
Her life will always mend.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The story never ends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The clock goes round and round.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She's buried underground.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She's losing all her air.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She's under no one's care.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Oh look, the light shines through.
Tick tock, tick tock.
This story always reigns true.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her life always mends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her story never ends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
They're cutting all her hair.
Tick tock, tick tock.
They drowned her at the fair.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her body floats up near.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her life, it causes fear.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Time makes all amends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her story never ends.
Her life will always mend.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The story never ends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The clock goes round and round.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She's buried underground.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She's losing all her air.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She's under no one's care.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Oh look, the light shines through.
Tick tock, tick tock.
This story always reigns true.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her life always mends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her story never ends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
They're cutting all her hair.
Tick tock, tick tock.
They drowned her at the fair.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her body floats up near.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her life, it causes fear.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Time makes all amends.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Her story never ends.
Literature
Humanity.
Humanity.
What is it?
Is it good?
Is it evil?
Are we kind?
Are we cruel?
Do we care?
Or do we not?
Can we get along with one another,
Or does our blood spill into the river?
Can love overcome all?
Or do the three evils
Get the best of us?
Is it the bitterness
Of the ignorant
That holds us back?
Or are we incapable
Of going any further?
Are the foundations of man built
On blood and bones?
Or love and peace?
Do we tolerate and respect others?
Or spit on those who have different views?
Is the fire too hot for our liking?
Should we deal with it in blood,
sweat and tears for fruitless results?
Or do we live to fight another
Literature
8,760 Days of Midnight
Success is not enough, others must be failures.
And once you are the latter, well, what would giants know
Unless they lived the life of it
A mechanical Woman
with a mechanical heart
of a mechanical girl
Who died dreaming she was a Dove
Yeah Mom, this world, it wears you out
Peace is not enough, we just can't have it
The nature of Parasites has plenty of Cake
And The Special Olympics just rolls with it
A mechanical heart
of a mechanical Women
in a mechanical man
Who died dreaming he was a Lion
Yeah, this world, it wears me out
Literature
Claustrophobia
Forgotten the sound of everything,
been living in my hall of echoes
for far too long.
Try and move between them and suddenly
I reach a wall.
It's clear, connection cannot continue
to blossom, as long as
you
are here;
this eternal monologue.
Time for this snake to
shed the dead skin of comfort,
no more lying about the negative
not being comfortable.
Rejoice.
Not out of obligation, but
awareness;
watch it join hands with appreciation.
I've found myself at another wall,
so just destroy the concept of walls.
STOP.
CON.
FIN.
ING.
ME.
Dig, dig, dig...
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So, this was originally for a contest, but we had a bunch of snow days and I was never able to get it in.
The poem is about a girl who is immortal, obviously. Everywhere she went, the town/city/whatever was afraid of her and therefore tried to kill her.
It obviously didn't work.
So, yea.
Enjoy.
The poem is about a girl who is immortal, obviously. Everywhere she went, the town/city/whatever was afraid of her and therefore tried to kill her.
It obviously didn't work.
So, yea.
Enjoy.
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Better than I could do. I never mastered poetry. You should be proud of that piece. Poetry is HARD.