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Vivian Sep 2017
My Mom always makes nice shakes,
that we actually joke: "Mama Juice".
They could really win sweepstakes,
being much better than Jamba Juice!

Mama Juices could have fresh fruits:
my favorite flavor is usually avocado.
I’d really just love any Mama Juice,
being nice to drink and then swallow!

I'd drink smoothies just everyday,
since pure fruits could be their flavor.
Mama'd have me instantly go "YAY!",
since any shake could be a lifesaver!

I used to think of a bigger tummy,
but now am still feeling so healthy.
Enjoying Mama Juices being yummy,
thus I always then drink them: plenty!
This poem is about my Mom's shakes and is in ABAB form. It has 100 words, as  my other works do.
Vivian Sep 2017
I am a very sad, distraught girl,
who has a mind in a sick swirl.
It is rough for me, being so sick,
feeling crazed up, like a lunatic!

While at home, alone, I feel down.
So, of course, I usually do frown.
It is hard for me to feel thrilled,
I now think to actually be killed!

My mind seems like it is broken,
so I have wistfully wish it'd open.
It seems like my soul is smashed,
so it actually feels as if it's thrash!

While I do have my Mother pray,
things around still do seem gray…
This poem is about my suicidal thoughts and is in AABB form, and has 100 words as my other works do too.
Vivian Sep 2017
Logos are really fun on Photoshop,
so I make them from lots of sites.
They are really enjoyable to crop,
at any dear angles or any heights!

Editing pictures are amusing too,
and so I Photoshop any ***** ones.
I do love making any in good view(s),
so have actually alter precisely: tons!

I've had people compliment my work,
and so am indeed very proud of them.
Any could have me smiling or smirk,
since my precious hobby is like a gem!

Analyzing pictures is while such a fun hob,
it could also, for me, be like a prized job!
This poem is about how I love Photoshop, and is in ABAB form, except for those last AA lines.
It has 100 words, as most of my other works as well.
Vivian Aug 2017
I love my parents so much:
my parents and siblings rock!
We always do stay in touch,
naturally together, we'd talk.

My Daddy is his company's boss.
He does prosper; he rocks in there!
Understanding any profit or loss,
he can clearly make any, being fair.

My Mommy is our housemother,
so she stays inside, to clean!
She flourishes like no other,
always praying, for some scene.

I love my younger siblings as well.
Probably, we shall never depart!
They both thrive, being super swell,
of course, both in my dear heart.

My whole family will cherish to me!
It is SUPER funny that when I had written this on here, I didn't know how many words were in it. When I c&p'ed it in Microsoft Word to check its status, it actually had EXACTLY 100 words, as my other poems do. This one is also in ABAB form as well (except for that nice, last free verse line).
Vivian Aug 2017
Our summer is about to end,
and so school is about to start.
At our sides, we'll have any friend:
each one, close by in our heart(s)!

This coming fall, let's learn,
since teachers love student(s).
Let's try out grades, to earn,
in each season, every unit!

Together, we should study a lot,
of course, in any of our class(es).
Keeping in our minds, taught:
everyone would want to pass!

This school year must be swell,
so all of us must then keep tight.
Classmates would want to excel,
and so, of course, then be bright!

New days should dazzle!
This poem is in ABAB form (except for that funny, last line - free verse ).
It has 100 words, as most of my other works.
Vivian Aug 2017
I am an actual English author,
and am also an actual artist.
It is sad if my works bother,
for I am never the smartest.

While I like to write, draw, and edit,
I still feel indeed dumb, very bitter.
My projects do actually need credit:
at times, I literally feel as a quitter.

Sometimes it is hard to pay any attention,
since my sickness has me so stressed out.
It is difficult for me, having question(s):
my whole life has me to have doubt(s).

It is truly hard for me to live,
so I feel foolish at many times.
This poem is in ABAB form (except for that sad, last line - free verse).
It has 100 words, as most of my other works.
Vivian Aug 2017
Encephalitis is a sad sickness I have,
making me not able to attend college.
I've really been staying at home all day,
it has me with poor knowledge...

I actually lost most of my friends,
so really wish I could make more.
That means I need to get back out,
instead of at home, staying soar...

If I could get out of my house somehow,
it would be able for me to meet new folks.
That would be nice for me to greet a lot,
having me grasping on to my hopes...

I would really like to make more buddies.
This poem is about me wanting make more friends and is in ABAB form (except for that last line - free verse).
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