Rules

1. 20 lines of writing
2. Images and symbols
3. Write reflection on poem afterwards

. I remember a tale of a boy who was impaled with a journey through the woods after his
pilot's heart failed.
. His mom and dad got divorced and he traveled from place to place every year
.After a quick dip in the lake he went along with only a hatchet to his name.
.Traveling through the woods alone, let's see where this story goes.
Now back to me walking through the street going to the market to buy some meat and from
that time I start to hear about a little thing called rap through 2 of my ears.
.I go home and hop on my computer and start tapping away to see what it means, find some
music and I see something that gives excitement through certain means.
. I Went through my days from radio waves staying in the car from day by day hearing
blaring noises coursing through my veins and started to fall in love with the music and listen
to it everyday.
. When I get mad I blast it when sad I blast it and start to go through it when I feel these
feelings I can't maintain.
. Then I come home on a Saturday evening with the family sitting down on the couch.
. I see a box full of pizza and a liter of pop. playing an action comedy im starting to fire up.
. Sitting and talking silently are all the things I enjoy with their presence as a bonus. It's a
feeling I love more than joy.
. We eat, watch, have fun and get ready for more and at last the time ticks down and we
have to close that door.
. I go upstairs and lie down on my bed i think of what my family means to me and all other
feelings are dead
. All I see is motive and it's clearer then day they motivate everyone in every single way.
. All they want is the best for us and see us succeed.
. And they still have fun even though all of this we are in joy every time we meet.
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