Imagination

Author's Note: This is a simple poem I did for a creative piece.

The child's imagination is the engine to the world

When it runs out of fuel it transforms 

The toys stop battling and remain still

Their grand castle deforms to an old wooden desk with crayons and dried up markers

The forest surrounding the castle morphs into a new setting; a young boy's bedroom

Exciting Games

Author's Note: This is a poem where every first letter starts with the last letter of the last word. It doesn't make that much sense but it's hard to with these kind of things.

The

Earth

Had

Done

Exciting

Games

So

Opposing

Games

Sounded

Dumb

Every

Young

Girl

Laughed

During

Games

Somewhere,

Even

New

Watchers

Saw

What

The

Exciting

Games

   Showed.