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Vivian Nov 2017
I do always love writing a lot:
usually just poems and stories.
I'd need to think nice thought(s),
with many just good categories!

Writing is really, just so fun for me:
I do actually write, then, everyday!
People have told me I’m "whoopee",
and so that has me think to say "yay"!

Whenever I write, I would smile,
with valuable logic in mind.
I usually grin at any my file(s),
seeing them being very kind!

I actually love editing as well,
so I have asked on Facebook.
People have correct words, swell;
so now I feel off of the hook!
This poem is in ABAB form and has 100 words as well, as my other works do.
Vivian Nov 2017
I prayed I could attend college,
being am sadly sick at home.
While gaining more knowledge,
I sadly cannot, with syndrome(s).

I stay at home with such blunder,
with "meds", Mommy "helps" me.
She has me sadly has me wonder:
why can't I capture up a degree?

School seems so okay for my siblings,
since both of them behave smartly!
They are out there, then chilling,
studying, maybe never harshly.

If I could ever attend school again,
I could indeed make more friends.
Being in my heart, soul, and brain,
they could stay up until the ends!
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.
Vivian Nov 2017
While I am currently really so ill,
I have to then now stay at home.
That has me able to then actually chill:
able writing with such a sweet tone!

I love writing poems a lot,
since I've had people applaud.
It has me have nice thought(s),
even some are still, maybe odd.

Reading poems is fun as well:
I'd adore reading the internet.
For me, it is just super swell,
studying is never any threat!

When I’ve posted my works up,
I had people compliment them.
Writing and reading is fun, yup!
I now do not feel as dumb.
This poem is in ABAB form and as my other works, has 100 words as well.
Vivian Oct 2017
My family has two precious dogs,
who we always take out on walk(s).
Today my Mom took 'em out, maybe jogs,
when I didn't know she went which BLOCK!

I called her, wanting to go out with her,
but she actually said she was almost home.
She just wanted 'em out for a quick transfer,
ergo, my Mother have me feel SO alone!!!

Mom just wanted 'em out for a course,
but she just went for about ONE minute!
She now makes me feel just the worse,
since she has changed my mood, spirit.

Yep, Mommy actually adjusted my FEELINGS.
This sad poem is in ABAB form (except for that sad, last line: free verse) and has 100 words, as my other works do too.
Vivian Sep 2017
My nifty Daddy usually buys things online,
since he then finds things that are just so fine.
That had me, myself, find a neat purple diary,
which Daddy bought without any inquiry!

But then I found another one, prettier,
for it was looked better on the exterior.
Being my second favorite color, gray,
that's how I loved its exquisite display!

It was sadly not currently in stock,
with its seemed precious and nice lock.
Daddy'd bought it when then available,
yet when got it, almost looking terrible!

While I then did not like that new present,
Daddy returned it, for how much he'd spent!
This poem is about my Daddy's past new gift and is in AABB form. It has 100 words, as my other works do too.
Vivian Sep 2017
Today I asked my Daddy to buy me shoes,
but then I changed my option of the pair!
He then screamed at me, saying I had bad views.
That had me crying, as I walked slowly upstair(s).

When my Mother heard my sobbing's sniffle(s),
she accused of me at being "just like a baby".
To me, her statement seemed like a riddle,
thinking it meant she thought I was crazy!

As I wept of short breath, slowly to my room,
I started to shake with my pounding heart.
It had me think I was doom(ed),
knowing I was just off the chart...
This sad poem is in ABAB form. It has 100 words, as my other works do too.
Vivian Sep 2017
I am currently attending college online.
Right now it is sadly just very boring,
since I don't understand works assigned.
They could make me fall asleep, snoring!

I really wish I could attend school outside,
since being inside, to me, is just very hard.
Works have actually almost have me cried,
so I feel hurt inside, actually sadly scarred!

With no one around me these times,
I seem as if I was a stupid failure.
That would have me then whine,
since I don't have works in favor!

I cannot recognize any assignments,
since my mind is just, really blurred!
This poem is in ABAB form (except for that sad, last line). It has 100 words, as my other works do too.
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