Ba-Da-Bing !

In the zoo, I skipped up to a group of monkeys. I saw a cute, newborn baby monkey staring at me, and I thought to myself, "Awww, she's so cute ! I can't wait until I get my own baby monkey !"

In the basement of my past, my 7th birthday party flashes. Tears flow, upon seeing a stupid, scary clown. I hauled butt up the stairs to the first floor.

On the first floor of my present, hear now fans cheering. We won ! Yumm...gatorade. I skip to the second floor.

On the second floor of my future, the room is so dark. I open the drapes of my eyes. I see myself in a court of law in front of a big, powerful judge.

The Pencil !

A pencil so useful yet not. My pencil helps me write what I feel like writing or when I'm doing my homework. It has multiple uses; you can write with it or erase with it. A pencil smells like wood since it is made from wood. It feels like a baby's cheek since it's very soft. It tastes like paint and wood mixed. It looks like a straw since it's long and straight. Without my pencil I wouldn't be able to do my math homework or write my thoughts down.

My Special Place !

In my red room, all alone
In the deadly dark.
In my red room, alone
in the deadly dark,
I like to think.
What did I do wrong that dreadful day ?
Why is my life so screwed up ?
What's my reason for living ?
Why won't people agree that I was pretty-ugly ?
When i don't want to think about that,
I read very touching, amazing, brilliant books.
Oooo-aahhhh !

> Concrete Poem !