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Three Poems
(Assignment: an important event in your life.) 
 
 The door stares you down while you wait.
 Is it such a surprise then
 That this gave you the idea
 That once you had entered
 They might
 Stare you down too?
 As the door had done.
 But 
 No such luck
 "Become a voice and an emotion"
 They say
 "And we'll sit here and twiddle our thumbs.
 You'll never know 
 The way
 It went."
 
 Silence
 (Assignment: alliteration and repetition)
 
 Certainly we shall survive this silence
 Surely we will continue to show signs of life
 Our hearts will continue to sustain the system
 Of organs that keep us all tender and ticking.
 
 Certainly we shall survive this silence
 This silence that continues to come closer.
 Calming the conscience and coating
 The world in a sticky blanket of solitude.
 
 Surely we shall survive 
 Sitting still and secluded in
 Our corners of self and 
 Soundless existence.
 
 Breathing in and out in out corners.
 
 (Assignment: utilize the Robert Frost (a, b, a, a, b) rhyme scheme)
 
 A river winding along its way
 As a weary traveler who will never rest
 Water will never stay
 At night her weary head wont lay
 She wanders on in black mysteriousness
 
 The trees by daylight rarely talk
 You'll never hear them whispering
 But by a late night moonlit walk
 I did a silence beach tree stalk
 And then I heard him giggling.
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