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I'm not silly for being a poet.

I'm not lost in words or in another world, I'm not freaking out over nothing and I'm not acting stupid.  
I'm not staying in a life of this stupid conker , fighting for your corner when you kick me down my hill like a conker.    
I feel like a utter plonker.  
inspire me don't rewire me.  
Manners seems to fall down the drain. Leaving un holy stains.  
Will it ever change.  
Little conker set yourself free.  
little conker how you fell from a tree.  
you rose from the ground to be bashed around.  
Now you lay crumbled at the bottom.  
On the hill you once stood tall upon.  
Not to worry little conker all is okay.  
Your world is pretty awesome.  
Keep thinking freely and creatively.  
That's what you want to see. So be.  
Don't give in to the mockery.  
Little conker climb back up that hill.  
roll yourself to your freedom.  
May forgivness complete your journey.  
May hope forever keep swaying you umoung the tracks of life.  
Icy mind. Icy mind.  
Everything is battered.  
Little conker trust in yourself.  
Plonker. Loonie.    
I'm not saying these things for no reason. Judge my way of speaking.  
Ignore my passions. Laugh. Laugh.  
Like my teacher is supposed to do.  
Little conker. Little conker.  
Flew from the trees.  
set at ease. No reasoning with the wind. No reasoning with the storm.  
Just a gentle whistle and the conker has to be back in form.  
"Line up , line up.hey... you" exhaled a irritated boy.  
"Me?" Questioned the pale girl.  
"Yes you . How much for that conker?!" In a hurried way without waiting for a reply he snatched the conker from her hands.  
"This...it is mine now!" He spoke gently as he caressed her hand with a kiss.  
"My conker." He snarled as he turned away.  
baffled The girl just walked away.  
Shamed in confusion.  
Sat under a tree.  
The day the holy light clicked for flight.  
To take back what is mine.  
I'm not in another world , or getting lost in gloom.  
I'm zooming around , creating , exploring , understanding , imagining 1000 impossible things everyday.  
I was born this way. I won't sway away.  
I may have been a conker but one day I will stand as tall as a tree.  
Breathing wild and free.  
To be positive ☆♡☆  
To not loose passion ☆♡☆
Written by shannonJane (Lost poet - Day dreamer)
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