Refound Works

I found some of my old poetry from when I was in grade 6 (the time when I started to write poetry), and I thought I'd share them, because I think it's always interesting to see the progress anybody goes through when it comes to creative works (and I can see some of my style already starting to emerge from these).

You were like dandelion seeds.

Evolving, older every season,

with on gust of wind you're

gone.

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Life is a ball of yarn

unwinding, unwinding,

going, going, gone.

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The skylights light up the sky

like the sun in the day.

Billboards shining

showing models too good to be

true.

The cars rushing by,

off to the party at a friend's.

Night that is day,

billboards of unreal people,

many a car passing by,

night in the city.

Unreal.

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The storyteller.

Finding yarns of words,

weaving sentences together,

phrases are found within,

and are accented with description.

Finally a masterpiece is done,

a tapestry of magic.

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Look at us.

We were free before.

We were before we met,

when we locked eyes

they imprisoned us.

Stuck in a room where glass

is between us.

We are so near,

yet so far.

The strict rules of society.

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Friendship is

four years together

three years away

two years of hate

and

one year of solitude.