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  You inspired me, he says. Pretty cool, huh?

Uh, I guess.

Ms Hardwick showed me your assignment. Magnificent!

Bring on your shining armour, dude.
I'll be your damsel in distress with attitude.

I am the word juggler.
I juggle the words
like swords.
I slice sense
with poetic license.

There she was on the news,
Miss Goody Two Shoes
caught on CCTV.

Don't look so shocked.
Of course you know who – who else but Goldilocks!

Let's go once upon a time.

Let's stroll, let's roll with rhythm 'n rhyme

Let's dress up in a riding hood.

Let's take that shortcut through the wood.

I am the clash and collide of the stars
because I create worlds.

I am the awareness of the trees
because I hear the wind.

I write these poems

To make up for the empty slogans

that gassed me up and left me choking

I held too much in, now outspoken

is how I am, now my mind is open

Read Me

I am a poem.

Read me

and you'll shrink.

You'll notice

your own

insignificance

as you marvel

at the majesty

of the macrocosm.

I opened a book
and a hand fell out.
I turned a page
and heard a shout:
'I'm lost in a wood;
my mother's no good.'
I couldn't bear to look