The End of the World
A poem about why we shouldn't worry about certain days and events because it's never as bad as we think it is. Probably inspired by my upcoming exams...I'm sure they wont go as bad as I think.
Runnin By, Shakkan Kan
I can’t freestyle so I write my words with this mental pencil as insomnia keep me clear of the sleeping hollows in the woods where I get lost and misunderstood because I can’t keep myself understood when I talk weird through the wire and through the mic I speak graceful only if my mouth wasn’t to get dry.
Spring Allergies: a poem by 10-year-old me
Something I wrote back in fifth grade. It's a bit goofy! While my classmates wrote about bunnies and Easter, I decided to be unique and complain.