I'm a student in high school with a passion for writing. I enjoy creating poems and stories that make it logical for everyone
to feel and understand. when I write I want everyone including myself to see the full image; every sentence needs to be able to
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Corrine Shoemaker Poems
I Don't Know Jack
You think I'm a waist of space; attention seeker & disgusting, However did you think I just couldn't afford my place? I didn't choose this life. I would prefer a bed other than the streets,
Way Better Than Superman
I try to mock everything you do, Hustling around, putting on your shoes. I just can’t seem to replace you. Mommy wakes up screaming through the night,
All I Have Left
We’d be together day by day How we would just sit there and joyfully play. Laughs and giggles echoed on to everyone, We’re just glad we spent them with you
We Might Just Could Be
I took the humiliation and boldness at the age of seventeen, It was even worse getting the words thrown at me. You ruined my life I thought at the time, Never thought I would want you back as days go by.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
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I Don't Know Jack
You think I'm a waist of space; attention seeker & disgusting,
However did you think I just couldn't afford my place?
I didn't choose this life.
I would prefer a bed other than the streets,
My bones ache from the solid concrete.
I wake up with hate and lingering questions,
How am I going to eat?
Bet you didn't know I had another mouth to feed.
My daughter, just a little toddler;
Growing little beauty that doesn't deserve this horror.
You think this life is fake, but trust me it isn't.
Two people can't make a living by eating the scrapes off of dirty ...