I was in class like 2 days ago and someone said something and I thought about skeletons and I had been at the library earlier and for some reason that inspired me so have this really weird and honestly a little worrisome for my sanity poem XD
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I was at the library when I died.
The library on Middleton road,
The one where stones are toppled and moss grows.
Sitting in the corner you will see,
A skeleton, pearly white,
That looks to be writing by moonlight.
Tonight I write a story that I was unable to in life
Of past and present
Of ideas and memories and dreams
Of adventure and mystery
Of happiness and sorrow
Of life and death.
For in the end, that is all there is to a story.
Beginning and end
Life and death in a continuous cycle, never stopping nor starting.
A story never stops once it ends
Just as a life is not forgotten once it dies.
And I shall be here, in this library,
Continuing this cycle once more.
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Told ya
Becca doesn't like poetry. There is a reason I write full books DXD
So in my random notebook I only had written up to "A skeleton, pearly white" and I kinda winged it from there.
Remind me not to wing poetry ever again. Or try it in general.
I don't like poetry. It's too formal and restricted.
I mean, somehow people get famous for writing them when they go all over the place and always tell some abstract story while being able to pull off rhyming and syllables and stuff like that all at once???????
Yeah.
I've had to do like a book of poetry twice in like 5th and 6th grade and they only taught like haikus and those diamond ones and such and it was HORRIBLEEEEEEE
OK I should shut up now.
Auf Wiedersehen!
-Becca out
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