surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
family heirloom
10. my teacher told me she’d take care of him. he’d face the proper consequences for taking it and lying about not having it. I’m so glad I found it. I don’t know what I would’ve done without that watch. it means so much to me. from now on I’m keeping it at home. I’m not even bringing it out the house anymore. I might not even wear it. that’s how protective I am now that this event has happened to me. and I’m not mad at the kid. I understand because i would be mad if I was me too.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
family heirloom
9. We go back to school and fortunately my teacher was still there. my dad asked her if he can take another search through the classroom to find my watch because it was very valuable to our family. she agreed to let us go through every cubby. we finally found it and guess where it was. just like I suspected, in the cubby of the kid with the superman action figures. this lame really took it bruh. I guess he was jealous because I was getting all the attention that day. oh well I’m just glad we got it back.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
family heirloom
8. No one fessed up to taking my watch so I had to go home empty-handed. the worst feeling bro. apple pie is the best pie of all. sitting on the bus ride holding back tears knowing for real that you might get grilled by your mom. but she may not you never know I walk upstairs and tell my dad somebody stole my watch and i was surprised because he wasn’t as mad as I thought he would be. he was actually very calm about it. he just told me,
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
family heirloom
6. When I get back in from recess I’m going to my cubby just to look at my watch again. I can’t stop looking at it bro, it’s so pretty. but as I reach into my backpack, I notice it’s not there. I search all throughout my cubby and it’s not there. I’m starting to panic. where’s my watch? I told my dad I’ll guard it with my life and now I just lost it. I come to the conclusion that somebody took it. had to be the kid with the superman action figure. I bet he was just jealous.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets






