Poems n' stuff

So, this is after my Lit. teacher made us write a poem in the style of Emily Dickinson. We had to write about our death, as she had written about her many deaths. I don't write the way she writes, as you can tell, with rhymes and meter. I was slightly irked and/or miffed about having to force myself to write poetry, which is supposed to be raw expression of one's self, in a certain way. I gave up trying to rhyme in second grade. Therefore, being the mischief maker I truly am, I decided to have some fun with the poem. You'll understand if you've read it. I even went so far as to put the dashes, etc. she does just to poke some fun. And I title them with numbers, the way she did. After this post is the original assignment, then followed by my other poems in the same general style.