PlasticSoul

While reading Williams Carlos Williams poems in American Lit I accidentally made up a poem with a  friend.  Here it is: This is Just to Say That is the white of an egg that I cracked into my ramen.

Ode to a Bookcase It holds the things I learned to love first, So full of treasure it seems it might burst, But that thought worries me as I've never felt Has that ever happened to someone else?! Oh the horror to have found Them all lying on the ground! There is no sadder thing at which to look Than an unloved and abandoned book. I hope someday my whole house will be one, And filled with all the books under the sun, That is my true wish and only prayer, And daydreaming I see myself there, There in my heaven, at bliss, with my face Buried in a book in my giant bookcase.

I really just made this account so I could make comments, though I may put up a few poems or something. so...yeah.