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Life As An Unwanted Teen 10 years 5 months 10 years 5 month 6 days 10 years 5 months 18 days I'm sick of being here I’m sick of the same routine all i do is sit here in this dark room while it slowly suffocates me. Makes me sick to the stomach from the apprehension of living in this place under this roof top always wondering what horrid test i will fail to succeed in next. I sit in here and panic from all the stress, every day everything goes through one million ways to make me feel worse. Why am i still here, i feel like leaving here. I wanna go away, fly away like a bird, spread my wings and never return. Sometimes i just feel so pressured, Like a car being crushed. Leaving the ones you love just isnt enough so why even try its not worth my time. So ill give up for now and just cry until im old enough to know what it really means to leave and not die

Maddy- Really repetitive, rhymed well, and really emotional

I think i should add more emotion, i also think i should use more abstract words and less normal and simple language. My poem is already pretty short. I think my writing could be waayyy stronger.. i need to edit on that a lot

Ode To My Phone

Keeping me company when just the little people in life wont  When im mad you blast my favorite songs in my ear <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> goosh i just love you so much <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> When your ringtone goes off i just fall back into love with you <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Your fast 4g internet is too good <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> It's just the best <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> I just don't know how to deal with you <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> your just too much for me <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> i always leave your screen so filthy, not my fault <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> your touch screen is amazing <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> Your so strong and durable <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> the perfection in the way you talk is nothing some one else can learn <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> your just complete <span style="color: #aa09d5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"> and just mines <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Blackoak Std'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">

<span style="color: #49f2d0; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 210%;">(:

<span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;">Sometimes i feel that we don't need to be here just to be together <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Living as one <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> I never want to minus you <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Forget you from my memory <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Take it as a i want you to be with me <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Be my little clingy monster <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> I want you to harass me when i'm sad <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Make me laugh when im crying and mad <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> But dont change the way you are <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Stay the same <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> There's nothing i want to change because your amazing just the way you are <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> See your the opposite of me <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Which makes us a perfect puzzle <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Your the other side of me <span style="color: #22facf; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 110%;"> Which makes you perfect

Candace Its nice It flows I like the rhymes

Ô Metaphors ÔSome onomatopoeia Ô

<span style="color: #e49cf5; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 200%;">I was Raised By... Poem

The beat boxing, rapping people Stay on beat Who knows, the rhythm Who knows, the Dance Who loves, to live Feelings only forward to the trusted Person

First to accuse their family, First to stand up for their family The “I don’t care what you think“ “Say what you want” “ Sticks and stones may break my bones, but you can never hurt me” Type of people

The Hey that’s nice Good for you Good luck with that Try if you can Type of person

First to be up, last to be sleep Up all night hiding from nothing Nothing could harm them With the strong willed feelings in there hearts

I was raised by my family

<span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Sonnet

<span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Which is the color of my choice you ask <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">The one that darkens the sky after nine <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Finding this color is never a task <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">It always gives that special sort of shine

<span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Most people would agree that it is dark <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Personally i would think it isn’t <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">More like the middle and heart of a shark <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Who ever disagrees should be imprison

<span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">I think my favorite color is given <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Its like something no one could ever match up to <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">It’s a brand new car no one has driven <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">When people say its weird i just say so

<span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Here is a hint it's like a cadillac <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">my favorite color is definitely black <span style="color: #38fdc1; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">

<span style="color: #e761f6; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; font-size: 200%;">Analysis <span style="color: #e761f6; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">When I write it usually starts with what I call a thinking period. When I do this it usually takes me days or maybe just hours thinking about things I want to write about thinking about how I want to write them and thinking about what and where I want things to look and sound like. My first poem life as an unwanted teen is mainly about things that every, well every normal teen, would think about. Its about a person getting out of their family their home and everything. This was my memory poem, I thought about that one time when I was just so done with my family and my house and just wanted to leave. Not all of your memories are exactly the best In the world. In this poem I used a lot of language that said that I was mad, I use personification, and at some parts I put myself in different bodies so I could leave. I made sure that I over exaggerated a lot of things especially how I felt. <span style="color: #e761f6; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">In my next poem, which was Ode to My Phone, I made sure that I made my phone out to be this really great and untouchable thing. I used some language that showed that my phone is always with me. A lot of the time I used words that made it seem like I was in love with it, which is kind of weird once you think about it. I used words to over exaggerate things like how fast my phone is and how durable it is. I also put a line or two in there about how I’m unworthy of it and how I don’t treat it how it’s suppose to be treated. <span style="color: #00ffaa; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">My next poem was the poem that is just titled (:. I really went into the thoughts of love. This one is my riff poem. It was very warm hearted. It showed more of a love and easy poem to me. It showed my soft side in writing. I used a lot of language that like two people would say to each other if they went out, I used a lot of emotions too. <span style="color: #00ffaa; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">In all of my poetry I used a lot of emotion and I also used a lot of describing words. A lot of my poetry kind of has the same flow to it. I used all different types of poetry when I wrote all of these. I’m not use to rhyming every other line and worrying about the syllables. When I write it is usually just what sounds right. Most of my poems usually have a very pessimistic view of certain things like people and public and what people say. I usually do not write about things that would make people think that I like other or even make people think that I understand what is going on in the world or even if I like the fact or the things that are going on. In some of these poems it was the first time I wrote about those things, like I do not write about my family or where I was raised. I just don’t like writing about those types of things they aren’t my preferred topic. When I wrote my ode, I was totally lost on what to write about and what to say about that thing. Especially when it came to making this one thing seem like it’s a person and making it seem like it was the best thing in the world

<span style="color: #061cdf; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 170%;">William Carlos Williams

The poet that I studied his work on was William Carlos Williams. A lot of his poetry is pretty simple. Once you look at it you would just assume one thing he likes to put down his emotions and his feelings a lot. Then if you really took the time to read through it and try to understand and get where he was coming from you would understand why I believe that William Carlos Williams really took poetry to a level which he detailed every aspect of his life even the simple things that people would not pay much attention to and he took those things to heart to make himself the item or the weather and explain how he felt towards that certain thing or how he felt when he put himself in that situation. In his poem A Coronal, he made poetry a person. He took her and he made her feel what it felt when she is being written and multiplied. When he describes how poetry is written he uses phrases that show that poetry will continue to be written no matter what would happen or no matter what goes on in peoples lives it would still be written. Anemones sprang where she pressed and cresses stood green in the slender source-- And new books of poetry will be written, leather-colored oak leaves many and many a time, this is the last few lines in the poem. See how he uses things like the surroundings just to show how poetry will stay in the minds of almost everyone even nature will appreciate poetry in its purest form. Another thing about William Carlos Williams is that he is really big on nature. He always takes in the nature and the beautiful side of nature in all of his poetry. He also describes a lot of things about the nature its never one thing he likes or one thing he describes more then others he always give plenty of description for everything. Masses of flowers load the cherry branches and color some bushes yellow and some red but the grief in my heart, as I explained before he takes nature and he puts human characteristics in the item that he focused on. He gives something as simple as a bush a heart; he explains all of his feelings through other items except for explaining them through things like high emotional poems, but don’t get me wrong he has plenty of emotional poems but you would not know they were deep emotional poems because a lot of his poetry he never directly says anything about his self most of the poetry he writes Is kind of like some of the poetry I write. I wrote this poem about clouds before it was more of a high descriptive poem, one of the main lines is today the clouds let out all of their hope and dreams and drifted them out in the cold rain that had effected them way too long, then those dreary clouds cried, and they cried for hours. A line like this I can picture William Carlos Williams reading or writing something exactly like this.

**// A CORONAL //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;"> **// EW books of poetry will be written //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// New books and unheard of manuscripts //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// will come wrapped in brown paper //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// and many and many a time //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// the postman will bow //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// and sidle down the leaf-plastered steps //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// thumbing over other men's business. //**

<span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// But we ran ahead of it all. //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// One coming after //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// could have seen her footprints //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// in the wet and followed us //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// among the stark chestnuts. //**

<span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// Anemones sprang where she pressed //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// and cresses //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// stood green in the slender source-- //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// And new books of poetry //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// will be written, leather-colored oakleaves //** <span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// many and many a time. //**

<span style="line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt;">**// THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME //** **// ORROW is my own yard //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// where the new grass //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// flames as it has flamed //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// often before but not //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// with the cold fire //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// that closes round me this year. //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// Thirtyfive years //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// I lived with my husband. //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// The plumtree is white today //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// with masses of flowers. //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// Masses of flowers //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// load the cherry branches //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// and color some bushes //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// yellow and some red //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// but the grief in my heart //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// is stronger than they //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// for though they were my joy //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// formerly, today I notice them //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// and turned away forgetting. //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// Today my son told me //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// that in the meadows, //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// at the edge of the heavy woods //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// in the distance, he saw //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// trees of white flowers. //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// I feel that I would like //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// to go there //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// and fall into those flowers //** <span style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0.75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0.1pt; vertical-align: baseline;">**// and sink into the marsh near them. //**

**// Dedication For A Plot Of Ground //** **// facing the waters of this inlet //** **// is dedicated to the living presence of //** **// Emily Dickinson Wellcome //** **// who was born in England; married; //** **// lost her husband and with //** **// her five year old son //** **// sailed for New York in a two-master; //** **// was driven to the Azores; //** **// ran adrift on Fire Island shoal, //** **// met her second husband //** **// in a Brooklyn boarding house, //** **// went with him to Puerto Rico //** **// bore three more children, lost //** **// her second husband, lived hard //** **// for eight years in St. Thomas, //** **// Puerto Rico, San Domingo, followed //** **// the oldest son to New York, //** **// lost her daughter, lost her "baby," //** **// seized the two boys of //** **// the oldest son by the second marriage //** **// mothered them—they being //** **// motherless—fought for them //** **// against the other grandmother //** **// and the aunts, brought them here //** **// summer after summer, defended //** **// herself here against thieves, //** **// storms, sun, fire, //** **// against flies, against girls //** **// that came smelling about, against //** **// drought, against weeds, storm-tides, //** **// neighbors, weasels that stole her chickens, //** **// against the weakness of her own hands, //** **// against the growing strength of //** **// the boys, against wind, against //** **// the stones, against trespassers, //** **// against rents, against her own mind. //** **// She grubbed this earth with her own hands, //** **// domineered over this grass plot, //** **// blackguarded her oldest son //** **// into buying it, lived here fifteen years, //** **// attained a final loneliness and— //**
 * **// This plot of ground //**

**// If you can bring nothing to this place //** **// but your carcass, keep out. //** ||


 * **// Between Walls //**

**// the back wings //** **// of the //**

**// hospital where //** **// nothing //**

**// will grow lie //** **// cinders //**

**// In which shine //** **// the broken //**

**// pieces of a green //** **// bottle //** ||

**// Apology //**

**// Why do I write today? //**

**// The beauty of //** **// the terrible faces //** **// of our nonentites //** **// stirs me to it: //**

**// colored women //** **// day workers— //** **// old and experienced— //** **// returning home at dusk //** **// in cast off clothing //** **// faces like //** **// old Florentine oak. //**

**// Also //**

**// the set pieces //** **// of your faces stir me— //** **// leading citizens— //** **// but not //** **// in the same way //**

**// Arrival //**

**// And yet one arrives somehow, //** **// finds himself loosening the hooks of //** **// her dress //** **// in a strange bedroom-- //** **// feels the autumn //** **// dropping its silk and linen leaves //** **// about her ankles. //** **// The tawdry veined body emerges //** **// twisted upon itself //** **// like a winter wind. . . ! //**

**// The Gentle Man //**

**// I feel the caress of my own fingers //** **// on my own neck as I place my collar //** **// and think pityingly //** **// of the kind women I have known //**