Question

I'm writing a poem!! Wanna check it out? Follow the link to the google doc! It's not finished but please comment here and tell me what you think! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RAK0QY2fu7Ozj8sby0epSSPZvtVnNQZTDuy-Qi7BD1w/edit?usp=sharing

Answer 1

Wow! That's not bad. Try typing out words completely. So instead of things like "thru", put "through". Same with numbers. It's better to write out "two" than the number "2". I know it's a rough draft :)

Answer 2

Can't wait to see how it turns out :D

Answer 3

It is so.... Wow... I can't even find words to describe it that would be enough! Wow. Just. WOWEEWOWOW!!!

Answer 4

Can't wait for the rest. It's really amazing :)

Answer 5

Pretty good dude!

Answer 6

wow that was seriously one of the best things i've ever read in my life. you have a true gift for writing.

Answer 7

wow great poem here is a slightly revised version:

I'm a fallen angel, came down from the sky
I have scars, people wonder why
Lemme tell you the story of a kind hearted girl
Pushed into the corner by a cruel cold world
There once was a girl, so happy and free
Always so confident, a heart filled with glee
She was so young and so full of joy
Till people started messing with her heart, like it was a toy
She kept to herself and her best friend
The verbal abuse and bullying nearly brought her to an end
But she was only in 8th grade you see
Had no idea what this world would be
Then came high school and many stories to tell
But very few people saw she was going through hell
She had a friend, maybe two
Who would stand by her no matter what she went through?
These friends, a beautiful blonde the angel's age
And a freshman from an app, acting quite sage
She went through an awkward, lonely time
Her only safety, hidden in rhyme
The magic of melodies soothed her heart
All the while she was falling apart
Broken, abused, left all alone
She was seeking a warm heart that she could call home
And thus begins our story of love and heartbreak
And wondering how much more the angel could take
The story starts early in the New Year
And yet even now she regrets still being here
The beautiful blonde introduced the angel to a guy
And to this day, he makes her cry
It started off as a cute loving tale
Until his original intentions began to prevail
The giving of a sweater started it all
During the unsightly season that comes after fall
With the share of a sweater and the move of an arm, her heart was stolen
Little did she know he'd leave her heart swollen?
They had their laughs and personal jokes
Little quirks and flirtatious pokes
Till the day he tricked her into becoming his girl
And tossed her life into an epic swirl
Everything was chill, everything was good
Until he turned into a nightmare she never thought he would
"Come on" he said, "Sit on my lap"
She shook her head no as he gave an impatient tap
But yet again, she resisted
This is where the story gets a little bit twisted
Up onto his lap, she flew by his hand
She would obey his simple command
He started slowly, his hand on her thigh
He kept on persisting, as if he was getting a high
She pushed him off and tried to get away
But luck wasn’t on her side, at least not today
As she tried to get up, his arm locked around her waist
Pushing and pulling, she struggled with haste
His hand moved slowly until it reached “the spot”
And as she resisted, he whispered “Don’t resist, we both know you’re hot”
She pushed and she pulled but he wouldn’t let go
She tried to get help from a friend, but she was enjoying the show
His voice was cold and dark as night
Little did she know, this was only the first fight
Yet she stuck with him, she thought it was love
Not processing the intentions he was dreaming of
But off he went a week later to another state
Leaving her vulnerable and filled with self-hate
For a week or so, it was he that she would miss
After all, he stole her first kiss
But then it seems things only got worse
When would she escape this awful curse?
Now enter, boy number two
She flinches in disgust, remembering the things he would do
It would be him to cause the first of the scars she now bares
And all of the trust issues that cause quite a scare
It starts off so fairytale; she was a damsel in distress
A broken, crying awful mess
He would heal her for about a month or so
Then all hell would break loose, but she wouldn’t let go
These were the days of verbal abuse and controlling ways
Skipping class, and cutting for days
She fueled his ego, she acted too kind
Little did she know the demon she’d find
She was “a flirt”? He called her a slut
This left her in a depressional rut
But she never once left his side
Even after the awful ride
There’s no easy way to say this next part
Let’s start like this; he was never after her heart
She was naive, immature
Of this we are all sure
So one day, she went to his house
The air was tense, the room quiet as a mouse
This is the moment she saw her mistake
But she still didn’t know what he’d try to take
We can all see where this is going, am I wrong?
No need to make this part of the story that long
How do I say this? What do I write?
How do I explain the day she chose to fight?