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a bunch of poems that i had to write for english class...... and some that i just wrote. most of them are stupid little haiku things but there are one or two that are not. :D

As Megan finishes a long day of work, she waits with 6 others for a bus bound to never arrive. As the plot thickens, the characters are forced on to an emotional rollercoaster and experience the flood of the century.

The wind swept the tattered rubish along the cracked road, all was silent, all was dark. Lingering within the grafitted buildings hid the children, the weak. Outside gang war raged, this was a different time, all left was children. You died at the age of sixteen, nobody knew what happened, you just disapeared without a trace, one second you were there, then next gone. It all happened in a blink of the eye, the people aged over sixteen collapsed to the floor then faded into nothing, animals

De onde vens palavra minha?! Para onde vais?!... Espuma e sombra sob os véus reluzes e sombreias a minha prancha doce é o enlevo do teu beijo e formosa a composição de tuas formas .............................................................. mas a sombra não descalça os teus pés...