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Isaac Sep 2017
Eye halve A spelling checker.
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marcs four my *****
Miss steaks eye kin not sea.
Eye Strike A key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long
And eye can put the air or write
It is rare lea ever wrong
I halve run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
It's letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker told me sew
I am know age able now.
Isaac Sep 2017
For I am just a boy,
I'm still afraid of death.
What happens after the day God decides
That you will run out of breath?

Will it just be darkness?
Will it be blue skies?
Will the depths of hell,
Overwhelm,
In the fiery realms,
Be my utter demise?

This sounds existential,
And needless to say, that's true.
Don't think I'm looking for attention,
I'm still no better than you.
I'm sorry for the insult at the end. : )
Isaac Sep 2017
Homework, oh homework,
I hate you! You Stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink.
If only a bomb would explode you to bits.
Homework, oh homework,
You're giving me fits!

I'd rather take baths with a man eating shark,
Or wrestle a lion alone in the dark.
Eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines,
Then tackle the homework my teacher assigns.

I get more and more angry as I turn the next page,
Homework, oh homework,
You fill me with rage!

Homework, oh homework,
You're last on my list,
I simply can't see why you even exist.
If you just disappeared, it would tickle me pink.
Homework, oh homework,
I hate you! You stink!
I really do hate homework.
Isaac Sep 2017
Trying to write a poem
Is simply way to hard,
Putting a pen to paper
Wanting to become a bard.

I could write about my life
For all I need is a hobby,
Something to keep me occupied
While sitting in a lobby.

I started this account
Hoping for nothing more but joy,
Nothing yet has come to me
Writing poems as a coy.

So I look back at my page,
All I see is boredom
But one thing good's come out of this,
At least I wrote a poem!
My first poem...is it worth reading?

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