Honors English Is the Bane of My Existance

No more fashion posts until next Friday, because finals week is finnaly here. yay. but I thought instead that I would enlighten you with my beautiful poetry for Averil (can you feel my sarcasim?) so tell me what you think of what I have so far loves:

Everybody Dies
Life’s alright my friend,
Pretty good
I
say,
because eventually,
whether you like it or not,
we’re
all going to die someday.

Every one goes six feet under,
which
sounds like loads of fun
and there’s a plus there too,
no more burning
from the sun.

So you see my fellow mortal,
think of it like
me;
dead is the very last thing that you’ll ever get to be.

Visited
Who is rapping upon the door?
At this Hour late—
My Head hanging soft and weary—
‘Tis fully now—awake—

Darkness—Cold and unspeaking—
Hangs from Mortal lips—
Awaiting for the final bow—
Or—the Eclipse—

“I Fear thee not!” projected I—
Knowing—true—
For not a single soul may disregard—
As was I passing through —

But ‘tis really all the same—
As it ought to be—
One day at your door found knocking—
Hath once knocked—for me—

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I’ll plant a little garden,
right here.
With words growing tall,
watered with commas,
and fed with rhyme,
right here,
on this piece of paper
in an attempt to keep it alive.

Only 7 more to go, plus
one Italian Sonnet...yay weekends.