The pompoen Poem
I shall call it the pompoen Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I lost the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on random thoughts I'd have at one point of another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to u the Unfinished...

The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if u want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and zei "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's u must of thought I stud u up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly zei "Mama
Eva we got u an ice cream!" and David zei "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom zei "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David zei "Mama Eva...

Hugging myself, I gaze out over the frozen wasteland. Winds whistles over the blinding white of snow as it carries new flakes down to the frozen desert of the earth. I can barely open my eye due to the extreme chilling rushing over my bones. u have trapped me here, in this twisted version of hell. The wind picks up, and sends me tumbling down a mountain of snow, which had not been there a seconde ago. This place is a death trap.
I reach out to you, but u turn and walk away, abandoning me. Your hart-, hart is cold. I want to help you, to heal u of your wounds, but u decline. u are dying...