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A poem I once wrote about Lasagna

Lasagna is really tasty

It’s pizza without bread

I really like Lasagna

Because it’s really good

Lasagna is made out

Meat, cheese and pasta

Made together

Lasagna it’s layers and layers

of pasta

meat and cheese

Repeating over and over

I really like Lasagna

And I hope I never will

Not like it

Lasagna is like

your tasty dream

About pancakes

Or something else

Lasagna is my life

Lasagna is pizza

But without bread

And hopefully

The reader of this poem

Will now eat lasagna

And know how tasty Lasagna is

Here's my first ever poem

Timmy’s Adventure

Passing through the whooshing wind Timmy the blank page glided

Going after swishing sound Timmy found himself in a school

First he thought the kids were nice

But the kids turned out

To be wild jaguars

Screaming,screeching like little monkeys

Kids went after Timmy

Timmy hid in the carboards

But the kids heard him in there

Closing the cabinet in sneaky way “squeak”

The cabinet made the sound as the kids

Approached and grabbed him

Timmy knew his life was over

But the kids didn’t harm him

Instead they coloured him

“scritch scratch” they drew his name

“Scribble scribble” the kids made sounds as they

Coloured Timmy in

And that's the story for today

How Timmy the blank page

Renamed himself

“Timmy the coloured page”

Possibly the weirdest poem I've ever written

In the mornings when I wake up

All i see is a hot bomb

Full of sweetness without sugar

I enjoy my cup of tea

It’s like touching fingers with a Tea God

I feel relaxed and it's like going

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PORTAL

THAT

LEADS TO DUNGEON WITH CUPS OF DIFFERENT FLAVOURED TEA

Feeling like a king in his throne

Like a squirrel and a nut

And a really tasty lasagna,

When I drink my cup of tea

I am a person that is getting energy

I don't feel like a sleepy guy,

I don’t have a headache

And I don’t feel like a bag of rotten food

A cup of tea might give you energy

Depends on the flavour

You pick

Mango flavour, green tea, black tea, blue berry flavour, sweet apple flavour, peach mango flavour, strawberry flavour, and many more

But I didn't try all of them

I only drank green tea, black tea and I think some strange mango flavour that was too sweet for me

Some flavours might make you feel relaxed

But if you drink lots of tea before going to sleep

There will be consequences

And you wouldn't be able to sleep

And have a headache in the morning

Trust me that might happen

Might because I think that happened to

Me or my brother

But am not sure

Yesterday I woke up

At 7:45 and had; to r quickly put my clothes on

Brush my teeth and rush to the bus

Without drinking my tea

And today I dint get to drink my tea

For some reason I forgot

To drink my tea

The really good tea

Sound Collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away

The ringing of Someone’s phone

The slamming of a door

The sounds of a fridge

The barking of a dog

The really loud whistling of a kettle

The screaming of a child

A really loud party

The zipping of a jacket

The clicking of a pen

The laughing of a man

The noises of the Neighbors

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only in silence

Life will never be the same

A poem I wrote for someone in 7th Greade

Sayonara

I once went online.

Tired of being alone

And while checking the media,

I saw a riddle

That interested me.

being excited

I put my answer

And got it wrong while using Google.

Even while being the “Google Man”

I decided to talk to her,

That person was a copy of me

She had the same sense of humour and was fun to talk to

We were like lions looking out plus helping each other out

Despite the fact that she called herself a toaster,

I always did lit up her mood with my sense of humour

“Click Click Honk” I sent my message

It is funny how talking to her made my day better.

But then again I always did enjoyed talking to her

Even if it was by text messages I still didn’t care

And at least I got a chance to talk to her in person.

Everything was so fun

Until the day she had to go

And because of that I knew I was going to be a lone wolf again,

So I said a sentence to myself

“Welp I guess you are going to be like a rice cooker again”

And Before she left I told her a sentence

“No one will ever replace you”

And after that she wasn’t as sad as before

Moreover I gave her a nickname to never forget her.

It was Sayonara

which meant Goodbye

But in Japanese.

A Goodbye from me

And her beloved friends.

Another poem from 7th Grade, possible TW

The New Beginning

I was ruptured

Demolished and fractured

But not physically

Psychologically

I was detached from the reality

Surrounded by my own deceits

Chained to my past defeats

I had to change

I had to rearrange everything

But it wasn’t going to be simple

I needed help

Welp

I found it

Because I met someone special

She was especial

She is now my best friend

Instead of a fiend

She helped me through everything

It was a scary thing

Because I was taken over

Taken over by depression

However she helped me

She helped me fight it back

We formed an attack

That stroke right through the bad memories

The memories of sadness, loneliness and darkness

Memories I never let go

Memories that tortured me

And dishonored me

But now I’ve learned to let go of them

With every click one of them gets forgotten

Click click

Whabam…

2 bad memories gone

I will never forget everything she does for me

Will always stay with her

And go never against her

Because before I met her

My madness lasted for weeks

With no one to speak

And as a toy car rumbled

It stumbled upon an old cat figure

Wham

The old cat figure started spinning

Forming a void

That trapped me inside

And at last I snapped

My best friend helped me

To get outside

To change and step aside

And to be happy

I’ve learned to embrace the good thoughts

And release all the bad thoughts

She is an angel

Like an archangel

Without her

I wouldn't have gone this far in life

Something I keep doing is Thanking her

For everything she’s done

I’m just so happy, I could ride the rainbow

And as you may know

This poem is mostly for her

Thank you

Big Brother

My big brother and I were never really that close

Spending rarely time together when we were young

But as he got older

His heart got colder

He locked his door

And never talked anymore

We hardly got along

Our fights were always long

He would sometimes get so enraged that he needed to be caged

We’ve always fought no matter how small the reason is

It was a treason

My brother got worse and worse every year

From a loving 10 year old

To an aggressive 16 year old

His words are abusive

Even if he doesn’t mean them

Every one of them hurt me

And the fact that he never wanted to spend time with me

Has always been something that made me so sad

I wished he wasn’t like this

And I still do

I wish he changes

And I wish he will care about me again

Last summer

He taught me to ride a bike

We would spend time together and take turns

But that memory is gone now

Because this year he is much worse

From small insults

To huge painful and heartbreaking ones

Which would sometimes start breaking me

I care about my brother a lot

Sure I might sometimes make jokes about him

But I don't mean them

Because my brother is not perfect

No one is

And even if he sometimes can be a jerk

He overworks and hates himself for it

I don’t hate him

He is my brother

And I love him

He always tried to be there for me

He taught me a lot

We would sometimes talk a lot

And then we would fight a lot

And so what?

We are brothers

We care for each other

We love each other

And we wouldn’t let anyone harm us

No one will lay a finger on my brother without consequences

soon he will live somewhere else

Far away

We won’t see each other for months

But we will still never forget

About all of the good memories that we have had

Nothing will ever make me forget about him

He means a lot to me

And even the biggest of boulders

Can’t knock down two brothers

Standing shoulder to shoulder.

A poem from 8th Grade

Time

The friendships flow through the charming blue sky

As the wind blows in the silent dark hills

Some fade like aged dust

While the old past starts to rust

“Ding Ding”

The phone rang scaring off the mice

On the plastic old phone it’s a familiar voice

The voice of nana speaks through your ear

“Our hearts are so fragile

It is time glass

Our minds are of stone”

Words don’t even hurt anymore

The lonely chair is just sitting there

It is empowered to be shown

The room so sketchy

Can’t wait for it to be blown

The rude vacuum cleaner stormed in

As it sucked in all the dust

At last the room was shiny

Which isn’t that bad

After all

Friendships are like sand glass

Like an old attic

Sometimes they are swept clean

Silently stiffed

Without even a word

Like a hammer and a nail

You get the strange weird feeling as you hold her ashes

It’s a bit heavy but it is still manageable

You let her ashes scatter across her homeland and it is just beautiful

It’s time to reclaim the pride

From the really long ride

I baked cookies!