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yellow and tasty
If melted its perfect
so freaking epic

Poems are not my forte
but I will try my hardest
NO poems are not gay
and I am not an artist

Don't you feel bad for Grendel,
His mind is poisoned by the devil.
He is just a lost boy in a harsh world against him.
Voices in his head push towards the brim

He hates the world that he roams alone.
The Dragons charm; his flesh hard as stone.
The Shaper's voice; his head is aching
Wealthoew's beauty; his heart is breaking

Grendel's anger seals his fate
Fatal madness will not abate
His demise is in the mead hall.
He dies from accident; So may you all....

I often ask "What is the key?"
I want to write, I really do!"
These words don't come easily
Like they may to some of you

This struggle pains me deeply
This struggle makes my blue
My words come out weekly
My words come out skewed

Does the rhyming hinder me
or could it be my glue
So I ask again "What is the key?
I want to write I really do!"

silence
It fills the room
a cloud of uneasy spreads throughout
help

surveys are a useful tool
to gather information.
They are also very cool,
and used across the nation.

You can go to school
to learn how to make them.
Or you could be a fool,
and then disdain them.

In surveys there is a rule,
to get rid of bias.
If only the world was less cruel,
then it could supply us.

with a world like the surveys, with out bias and prejudiced.

We all swim in the ocean of emotions
some swim through with ease
others struggle to stay on the surface

I float adrift in a ocean of emotions
waves eroding my mental state
drowning in a sea of sadness
Nothing to help me stay afloat
no will to try
I sink into the darkness

some die in the ocean of emotions