Poetry project

By isaiah newson
Free verse

Fortnite
Im playing fortnite
I hit bro for 185 spaz bro turn around
Somehow one pumps a real one
Even when i place a wall bro still slaps
me
When i play battle royal i get 60 ping
straight L
I can never survive end game with bryan
on my team
He sold my bread
He got stuck on a window edit
Bro just sat there selling
Im still in elite
Zeke is shit at fortnite
Black out:kiss

If he opened her eyes,

Shed find the answer he

Was trying to kiss

Bbook spine
From a small town

Not that kind of girl

Impossible to escape

Spin me around

Double

pulp
Hands poem
I use my hands to touch
But i dont grab much
I touch my phone when i feel alone
Can't escape this feeling
Use my hands to touch the ceiling
Barbel is what i grip
Confused hands on my hip
Wipe my tears
Ball up my fist face my fears
I love my hands
I dont understand
I don't understand
I don't understand why zeke gets 10-0 in
fortnite
I don't understand why people kill
I don't understand why fortnite removed
200 pumps
What i mostly dont understand is why
zeke is bad at fortnite
I understand that im better then zeke
and fortnite
Creative free verse

How to pull girls in civilization

( i fear women)
Found poem
Rockstar in his prime
I can't deal with this hurt on my own, I

Cannot deal with this hurt

Everything's just fine

It feel like part of me alive and part of me not

Devil pulling up a chair

God in my ear
Pictures in a peom

gym
In the iron jungle, where beasts roam free,

Sweat and steel, that's our decree.

Weights clang loud, like a primal roar,

In this gritty domain, we settle the score.

Biceps bulging, chests puffing out,

Grit and determination, that's what it's about.

Brotherhood forged in the heat of the fight,

In this sacred space, we conquer the night.

anxiety
Trapped in my thoughts

Everything's my fault

Brain is bound to rot

Stomach filled with knots

Sometimes i can't understand it

My anxiety the size of a planet

We might die this evening

Beautiful eye deceiving

my eyes stay low

God please free my soul

Speech peom

"I Have a Dream" is a public speech that was delivered by American civil rights
activist and Baptist minister Martin Luther King Jr. during the March on
Washington for Jobs and Freedom on August 28, 1963. In the speech, King
called for civil and economic rights and an end to racism