This is a poem I wrote back in 9th grade. I really like it, because we were studying E.E. Cummings in literature class, so we created works similiar to what Cumming did. It was a fun process.
The voice inside-OuTsIdE my head
like a toddler who FELL to the ground.
SO many more
To write, but, so LITTLE time left.
The Clock watches
attentively, accusing ME of not
Finishing on time. My
goes away from the ESSAY,
And I go on a JoUrNeY to the