The kids were not listening The punishment was simple No movie in the car We stopped for dinner Sonic, for the first time For an hour they screamed Who was I punishing?
Anything I write here is my own original work unless otherwise stated. If I do not have a story to tell with the poetry that usually means that I have written it here, straight from my head to my blog. They are raw, unedited and probably suck. Older poetry probably sucks too, as I wrote a lot of it as a young teenager. I write from my heart. I write what I am feeling and what I hear around me. Some of it can be analyzed, some of it just says it like it is. I am not perfect, nor is my poetry.
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