Smile's Lack Of Sleep or Too Much Caffine Poetry, Part Two

March 16th, 2004

Here is Poem number two of me looking back at my Junior year of High School, and what I was writing and thinking, and stuff like that.

As I Come In The

This place has burned to charcoal
It sometimes tries to light itself
So it smoke, but it cannot burn
The death that absorbs this place
Does not want to live
This place wreaks of lighter fluid on
A few spots, I spend 33 hours a week on this place,
but sometimes I'm the charcoal too,
waiting for a match

I think the title for this poem was assigned by my teacher. I don't really remember the requirements, but I wish I did. i don't really remember what I was thinking at all when I wrote this. Maybe I was just in some kind of a funk. I don't remember. Anyways I think I wrote this one in class.

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