| file_name|hon|rom | |
| s001.wav|My dog | |
| is smelly like a bog. | |
| With his wild curiosity le is always lost le is athletic as a lo | |
| 2. the melodies within us give us a rhythm to abide by, however, the rhythms keep us the same melodies with no Harmonie | |
| everything is monotone with no variation | |
| 3. School is good start | |
| Do I run? Or do I go? | |
| Who am I kidding? | |
| * My favorite color is blue | |
| spend a lot of time doing arts and craft | |
| I use a lot of glue | |
| Once I made a raft | |
| 5. burning house golden flame dirty water poison rain | |
| cooling breeze hurricane mind awake going insane | |
| 6. The light at the end | |
| At the end Of the tunnel | |
| Winding down the boring bleak path of where I am | |
| The path ahead dark but as I go | |
| behind me changes | |
| 7. School used to be easy I took that for granted | |
| To go back to those days would be the best | |
| But maybe at that time they seemed difficult, tedious, back-breaking | |
| Maybe in my college years I'll look back | |
| To freshman year and think the same | |
| I guess it's all about | |
| Perspective | |
| 8. I don't know what to write | |
| But I guess I'm writing a poem about nothing to say I don't know what I'm going to add next I don't know what word rhymes | |
| But I guess I'm writing a poem on my free time | |
| 9. A poem | |
| a collection of words | |
| unlike any others | |
| the scribbles mask a meaning | |
| a secretive code | |
| a story that can be deciphered by few | |
| a novel of ideas condensed 'using the same words | |
| the same language we all know | |
| 10. On the couch watching tv | |
| Bored out of my mind watching Now You See Me | |
| Its been three hours, and I'm still on this couch | |
| Nothing to do except waste time | |
| I'm so lazy i cant earn a dime | |
| The sunlight eases me into slumber | |
| its as if the light is taking me under | |
| Underneath |