Sorry I haven't posted in a while. My life is spectacularly uninteresting at the moment. This is a poem I was assigned to write for English. It had to start with
"I remember
my childhood"
and have no more than four words per line and I actually ended up with something I'm quite pleased with, so I thought I see what you guys thought. Don't be afraid to be honest (but not nasty please)
I remember
my childhood
my neighbours
new baby
who
made
me
feel
so old.
We started
to visit
my sister
my sister
and I
and all the other
kids on the street
to see
Tom, Nat
and Maya
in
their nice
little
house.
little
house.
We would talk
and laugh
and we'd bake
and read stories
or tell our own
over the years
as Maya
learnt to speak
she had birthdays
that we celebrated
playing games
and eating cake.
A lively garden
they had
full of
colourful plants
they grew carrots
that we picked
that we picked
and munched
as we chatted
we could never wait
for them to grow
to their full size
but Nat and Tom
didn't mind.
we could never wait
for them to grow
to their full size
but Nat and Tom
didn't mind.
Nat told us
tall tales
tall tales
about
their house
and
a young ghost boy
who haunted it
she was
so
convincing
it sent chills
up my spine
I knew they
weren't real
but it felt
like they were.
I remember the stories
I remember
the baking
I remember the garden
I remember
my childhood.
6 comments:
I like it, especially the end.
Great work Cat!! :) U shud b proud!
I love those last 6 lines.
I just found your blog, and I love it. You have an interesting outlook on the world.
xx,
~Abby~
Oh wow I loved it.
But there was something quite.. Eerie about it.
I guess thats why I like it :P
how come you never blog anymore?
Did anyone actually go to the effort of translating? Well, I did.
Otemoyan said ...
Masturbation
Reverse Aid
SEX
Fellatio
Thorpe
Reverse Aid
Travel Host
Handjob
Boobs
Fellatio
Creampie
Sex
Deriheru
Phimosis
Supported by reverse
Sex
Now that IS remembering your childhood. ILY CAT! YOU'RE AMAZING! xx
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