Something I wrote for the "Poetry Slam" (mentioned in Brie's post) in 7th grade...
Cloaked in endless nothings,
With a mind for my shield,
With only the air
as a weapon to wield
I'll fight for my trove,
With my pride in my hand,
Charge forward with care,
Every move planned
As for the treasure,
It's all but gold,
Guarded by all sides,
Yet nothing to behold,
I suppose you must wonder,
What I'm writing about,
What the alleged "treasure" is,
Soon you'll find out
The treasure is, simply,
The thoughts in my head,
I guard them well,
and wish them unread
In life it can seem, that nothing's unique
Sharing time, doing homework and chores,
It's nice to have thoughts
That are only yours
Okay, it sucks. I know.
I'm not much for poetry writing... I prefer books v.v