Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Tomorrow

Walking
Jogging
Running
DASHING!
Being followed in the "Forbidden Forest"
Trees, rocks and creatures all chasing after me
As I question this hard and thoroughly,
But still sprinting like there'll be no tomorrow
Will there be a tomorrow?
As if somebody was controling the world by remote,
the objects...the earth...my life;
STOP
Tomorrow or no tomorrow?
That is the Question . . .
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6 comments:

  1. RoryNovember 14, 2010 at 9:57 PM

    I thought that this was a great poem. My favorite part would have to be when you question "... sprinting like there'll be no tomorrow" because you really don't know if there will be one!!! It's such a common comparison but you added something different to it. I also liked how you changed that font size to add some emphasis! Wonderful job!!!

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  2. ZoZoNovember 15, 2010 at 4:14 PM

    thanks ror!!!!!! see you in school tomorrow!

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  3. maya pirulliDecember 23, 2010 at 11:21 AM

    there is no tomarrow, tomarrow is today.

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  4. Anna MJanuary 24, 2011 at 7:56 PM

    I liked this poem because it constantly had you completely into the story! When you wrote the words out larger and larger it definitely showed that you wanted that part of the poem to stand out and well, it definitely did!

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  5. ZoZoJanuary 30, 2011 at 6:00 PM

    what do you mean maya?

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  6. ZoZoJanuary 30, 2011 at 6:01 PM

    and thanks anna!

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