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I wrote a poem today. Normally I frown on writing poems because people usually just write large bunches of nonsense. With the exception of a few of course. Besides, I suck at writing poems. Anyway, I wrote a poem. It was about war and I (for once in my life) actually liked it.
Unfortunately, I've forgotten it. Yeah...you'd think that if I wrote something I liked so much I'd actually remember it. Well, there goes my chances of being recognized forever as a poet. Not that I want to be a poet, mind you. Can't blame myself though really, since I wrote it in my head when I was only half-awake. Really, who writes poetry in their half-awake minds?
There are many ways of being half-awake. Some people are angry. Some are never half-awake, they're only asleep or awake. Some walk around like the living dead. There are even some who are annoyingly cheerful and loud (this would be my sister, the esteemed orange_crates). I just have to be the abnormal one and be poetic. Not only that, I'm poetic in my head. It wouldn't be better, I suppose, if I were poetic out loud...but I digress.
Unfortunately, I've forgotten it. Yeah...you'd think that if I wrote something I liked so much I'd actually remember it. Well, there goes my chances of being recognized forever as a poet. Not that I want to be a poet, mind you. Can't blame myself though really, since I wrote it in my head when I was only half-awake. Really, who writes poetry in their half-awake minds?
There are many ways of being half-awake. Some people are angry. Some are never half-awake, they're only asleep or awake. Some walk around like the living dead. There are even some who are annoyingly cheerful and loud (this would be my sister, the esteemed orange_crates). I just have to be the abnormal one and be poetic. Not only that, I'm poetic in my head. It wouldn't be better, I suppose, if I were poetic out loud...but I digress.