A/N: i know i said i wasn't going to write again, but that was just me lying and overreacting. i was also in a bad mood. my mom called me to mow the lawn. i mean, ugh, what am i? her slave? anyway, the average critic seems to think i need to lay off the rhyming, and i've thought about it, and i finally concur. this is me experimenting with a free verse.

round and round in circle

fucking shit.

oh, sorry if i offend you. i don't usually cuss.

it's not because i'm a goody two shoes

(to the contrary, i'm quite rebellious,

spiky bracelets and all),

but i just don't know how else to say that

i'm really really mad and pissed off right now.

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i guess i could have written

I'M REALLY REALLY MAD

in all capital letters and end it with

extra exclamation points.

but that would be really childish,

even for my age

so i didn't, and i did

what other normal teenagers would do.

fucking shit.

asshole.

bastard.

bitch.

go to hell.

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it's not for nothing

i called myself

idontknowanythingaboutpoetry.

i'm not merely humbling myself,

i just really don't know anything about poetry.

i'm already chopping off

my sentences to have

a stanza instead of a paragraph

but what to do next

i have no idea.

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i don't know how to make my own style.

to be original, that is.

every style has been

taken nowadays.

maybe i should randomly start

caPITaliZIng lEtTers in My

SENTenCes fOr NO rEal reASOn.

maybe i should be like the !Kung and

!do !this !to !express !premature !surprise.

or ?do ?this ?to ?begin ?questioning

?before ?i ?know ?what ?i ?want ?to ?ask.

or hey! maybe i can spell every

word rong. or write it drawkcab.

or insert a number in a word

but that has been done.

or just to be cute i'll randomly

say keplak and pletok. and if i

had the program, i'd impress

everyone with popping hanzi

here and there.

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but yeah, i'm not really

going anywhere. i'm just going

round and round in a circle

without any point.

round and round in a circle.

and i think i'm repeating

and repeating

and repeating

and contradicting myself

by not repeating

and not repeating.

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but i've learned from experience

that if you're just being confusing

while sounding somewhat

philosophical, you can come off as profound.

somehow. i think i'm just ranting,

but I guess ranting a form of

expression and we are free

to express ourselves here in

a poem. i think this is a poem, don't

you? it barely has any

structure and content, but

since i call it a poem, a poem it is.