Amazing. Awesome. Poetry. Holden T.
458 The engine yawns like a tired boy waking up, the tail lights blink, The car, hungry for speed, dashes out of bed and on to the busy street. The wheels spin in hopes of a pay day, But the prize is at the mercy of the driver. The roar of the engine can't be missed, Bringing long gazes to the glorious red paint. Everything in place, He takes a deep breath, holds, And he's off
It Was Great My life was great! I mean spectacular! And then‌ A little sister. Screaming as if she was being chased by a lion. Unbearable, Like music blaring in my head as I try to sleep. Silence is practically unheard of, short and sweet, Every moment is cherished.
The Poor Puck! Stop it! What are you doing!? Ahh, that’s better. Ow! Again! Seriously can no one hear me! This is outrageous! Stop ! Now! BAM! Ping! Ugh! And now there cheering! These people just tried to kill me! How is that a good thing? He's coming to get me again. Maybe I'll get a break! Please! Please! Please! Oh no. You better not do it! You did it. I HATE YOU!
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