Poetry?

This is a collection of poetry that I, Mist the Elf, has made during random school hours. Please enjoy!

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1. Lunchroom

I cannot stand,

Sitting here,

In the Lunchroom.

 

How I hate,

Being here,

In the Lunchroom.

 

How I wish,

And hope and dream,

In the Lunchroom.

 

I think about Radio Hour,

And everything else too,

In the Lunchroom.

 

I swear if I get out,

I will scream,

Out of the Lunchroom.

 

I study,

The rare Ella,

In the Lunchroom.

 

I think outside,

I cry,

In the Lunchroom.

 

Whine,

Cry,

In the Lunchroom.

 

I look at my book,

I laugh,

In the Luchroom.

 

I find hope,

And dream,

In the Lunchroom.

 

I burst through the doors,

The elements at my side,

From the Lunchroom.

 

I am tackled,

But I escape,

Away from the Lunchroom.

 

A firey smile arises,

From the doors hear screams,

The devilish Lunchroom.

 

I zip by,

Grasping my teachers and friends,

G'bye Lunchroom.

 

When we get out,

We all cheer,

G'bye Lunchroom.

G'bye Hell.

 

  I wrote this story when I couldn't go into the Library. I was stuck in the lunchroom.

 

Screw my teachers.

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