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Kennetria Marinetti Poem
I was walking to this restaurant
As I was going I saw a young lady
Hi there young lady
Hi, the young lady said so calmly
What are you doing sitting in this grave yard?
Thinking
Would you join me I'm so alone?
Sure I said
I sat there and she started to tell me something
I've,I've,I've just seen a ghost
What young lady?
I have just seen a ghost
That is impossible
I'm serious I saw one!!!!
They disappeared so quickly like a ghost
It was just yesterday you see
I was awoken by this startling noise
Then I ran down the stairs
As I started to run I saw three ghost
They were standing in my parents room
I hide in the closet by the stairs
And I saw this medal looking thing, one of the ghost were carrying it
The medal looking thing was being put to my mothers head
Then I saw red liquid drip from her head onto the floor
Then the medal looking thing was pointed at my dad
And the same red liquid hit the floor again
I tip toed out of the closet as soon as the ghost disappeared
Then one of them came back its like he flew but without hearing it
And I went into hiding again
The ghost then took out this medal looking thing again
Except this red liquid looking thing was draining from my head
Then the next thing I knew I was at these golden gates
Wait!! I read about this, I read it in that book my mom takes to the church
But was was it called?
And why am I here?
Why did you come back?
I had to wait my turn is what that guy with the wings said
She paused for a while
So what happened next young lady?
I saw my parents
And here they are right now!!!
She ran to her parents greeting them with a hug
Then I saw this light, the girl went into it with her parents while waving goodbye
She turns back around and says its time for me to go back to the golden gates, but I will see you nearest future
Yes you will young lady yes you will
Copyright © Kennetria Marinetti | Year Posted 2012
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Kennetria Marinetti Poem
Broken when people brake it
Stolen when people steal it
Effected when filled with chemicals
To tell will have to be a miracle
I'm filled with effection but it may be kept to myself
Till needed I'm put onto a shelf
Copyright © Kennetria Marinetti | Year Posted 2012
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Kennetria Marinetti Poem
Shadowed by the death of depression
Facing the life of discretion
Staying in silence of what was not me
But what shall I do, tell on thee
What would that do except cause a problem
Maybe next time the teller will have more wisdom
Copyright © Kennetria Marinetti | Year Posted 2012
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