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The whole idea of it makes me feel
Like I was dumped out of a barren wasteland
And into some place I didn’t recognize
A place of sadness and grief
Of joy and happiness
Of belief and disbelief
Today, I look at myself
Reflected in the mirror
My year of eight
I am both happy
Yet sad
I am leaving the place
I once called “home”
Little doodles taped to the fridge
From my year of four
Scraped knees at five
A new mother at six
My best friend leaving me at seven
A new year has started
Will it be better?
I do not know
I watched the fading building
With scrunched up brows
But also a smile
No more painful memories
No mother to come and see
If I am hers to keep
Or dogs biting at my feet
Then I look
At the winding road ahead
And so begins my year of eight
- by HolySonata |
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- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: My Year of Eight
- Artist: HolySonata
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This is from Scholastic Magazine that my reading teacher asked the class to write about. The starting sentence was "The whole idea of it makes me feel..."
and then we would just go on from there. You had to talk about a birthday you had and what the experience was like, or how it felt to get older. - Date: 07/16/2008
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Winry_Rockbell799 - 07/16/2008
- yeah this was good! i loved the images of "little doodles taped to the fridge" and watching the "fading building" nice work with this, i think you captured the feeling of growing up a little really well XD 5 stars
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- The Umbrella Society - 07/16/2008
- wow. it's very very good
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- Artemis Solie - 07/16/2008
- Very nice. It's not emo, like a lot of the poems on here, and thats refreshing. It's bout changes, and I really like that.
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