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A body with hands like maps Allow me to trace your highway veins Intertwine your fingers in mine And learn my roads, my cliffs My body yearns to know your story
May we be clear. May we dwell in the house of wellness.
Nowadays When I Write My Tension Lessens... Which Helps Me Find Some Peace of Mind... Enabling Me To AVOID... Depression... !!!!!! My Writing Style Keeps On Progressing... Thus When I Write I Do LESS Stressing...
MAKE HAY AT SUNRISE
REPETITION When you're young, you think you have all the answers. As you grow older, you stumble upon the right questions.
"Learn to love deeply, you may get hurt. But it's worth it as long it's true love." #c9_fm
So Is it... Uni Or College... ? That Gives Someone KNOWLEDGE.... ? Or Is It Just A... FACADE... ? To Teach People NONSENSE... !!!!!!!!!!
Ya Know I ... Write About LESSONS In Most of My Rhymes... The Lessons In Life That Can OPEN Your Eyes... !!! And Sometimes.... SURPRISE ... !!!!!!!!
Now The Learning Curve Within THIS WORLD... When It Comes To How We Live Is A SERIOUS THING..... !!! You Might THINK You Know A Person... But It’s Clear That HIGHER LEARNING... Means You Need To Be OBSERVANT... !!!
how tragic it is that our soceity places so little value in those who have so much to say
These Days It's CLEAR I've Now Passed ... " Those Years " ... !!! Where RUNNING My Mouth ... To PROVE WITHOUT Doubt ... That My Thoughts Are SOUND ... Is NO LONGER A Need That Lives Within Me ... !!!
The space between us used to be nonexistent. I never knew where you began and I ended Our passion persistent, Persistent like the pain you caused, unintended. “Even still, I love you”
You grabbed my wrist, Dragged me towards you. A deep purple formed there to Remind me of you throughout the following weeks.
I'm Unchained. I'm Django trying to fandango. Only I have the key though, and it fits the hole Like wack-a-mole with a bowl my mind is swole. I need paper. Without I'm nothing,
What is it to be an adult? A grown-up? Oh to be free, to have control over all the little details and choices
New world, new faces, new things to see, All over are people, people like me. "No, they're different," I hear from above. "Like these two men here, they don't know love.
It's as though it was just yesterday. My life seemed to fall downhill. Entering highschool things were great. Until the first injury, then the surgery, followed by the loss of friends.
The Shorter Days Sitting in a classroom, Staring at the clock; Why does the day feel So long?
Everything suddenly changed, beneath the ground that started to split She thought her feet were on solid ground, a truth she brought herself to admit The sun could only shine for so long, while a million suns sustained her world
Little Girl That little girl who no longer sits at the table, quailing away from the green monstrosities She forages for the ripest of them all Cooked or raw, she isn’t picky
Some sort of sour stench seeps into my senses as I stroll across the sidewalk.A split second -- my sixth sense smells somethingseriously sinfulserenading through the streets.
High school good days, snickering in the hall ways, Laughing in the locker room, Bathing in perfume, Running late to class, Just bothering enough to pass, Now on to college days,
I look back at my freshman year Blind and as ignorant as can be To believe there was nothing to fear My mind was exposed as far as I could see
Girl to Woman I am just a girl. 12 years and 8 months old when my mother decided to leave. I am just a girl.
As the sands of time fall And collect in a mound I stop and reflect On the wisdom I've found For every day is a lesson A subject to learn And by the end of the day Priceless knowledge is earned
I started off so timid and shy. Conformity, humility.
Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow I am not slow You are too fast Why must I change It is you that has too high of expectations This will help none of us
“You are getting suspended.” Bravado’s walls crashed down, from my eyes tears descended, upon my head was placed a crown; it was labeled regret,
Over the years I’ve come to know Things like betrayal, Anger, fear, sadness, And unbearable heartbreak. But I’ve also learned how To overcome it all. I know unconditional love And absolute joy
Each start is a chance to look into the depths of one's self in ways that we don't ever see in the day to day lives that we live only though watching what we do
When I was younger I felt very lost I played with my toys But didn't realize the cost I knew I had a mission For my curiosity to explore I searched everywhere But never opened the right door
When you’re four, you ask your mom why a dime is smaller than a nickel One larger than the other, yet only the worth of five pennies Your mom still buys you matching sets to wear to school
I was once that awkward little boy Fumbling with my shoelaces as my crown jostled upon my head I ruled with an iron fist on those late summer nights as the realm of the backyard became my own Until
2017 was the year i knew, My spoiled thoughts were already through. Trials and error were my only clue, My times of fun were way over overdue. Back then my life was much more sunny,
College is right around the corner IB, AP, everything's all behind me now Tuition and money got real, but how? Childhood gone, adulthood's an order Gonna be living on my own
Highschool. College preparation, scholarships, grades Weed, alcohol, making out Living up to every non expectation Stereotypical, but the polar opposite It wasn't when I found myself walking through the gates
How to get through The Bad Year Come home from school every day and cover yourself with blankets
You love have brought along new ways in which I view myself. I was once selfish and yearning for acceptance but now I know I am not the only one who matters. You make me selfless.
Who saw the kid in the clown suit? He was on the swingset. An empty cup for change that nobody gave. Who saw the kid in the three piece suit. He was on beach of lake michigan.
The pilot says We're landing in thirty minutes thirty minutes to prepare for a new land a new language new people. Should I be excited or scared? I left my friends, family,
(slam poem, meant to be performed out loud) Too often, their eyes glaze over. Mine did too, before, before I stood in front of the burning bush and begged God to reconsider.
When you’re suffocated The world just caves in collapsing into your every heaving breath and suddenly- you’re drowning in another world in embraces that check your tongue;
A pilot thanks his plane for flying A sailor his ship for sailing My vessel is my school My brain has become my tool I'd like to thank my education For fueling my aspiration.
I wanted to be like him Live like him act like him it seemed so far to be able to reach that bar I got what I wanted but in a different way I fell under his wing
O Captain my Captain Blue horizon as far as the eye can see Orotund splashing of a joyous dolphin Deep Neptune profoundly advises me Audacious waves ferociously battle
I'm thankful for the little things, No matter how small they may be. But what I'm thankful for most of all, Is the friendship of you and me.
I would like to thank books For being my refuge in this world. When I was younger I resented others my age All they did was bully and cheat
Oh, Mystic Michael You were famous in a world that not many people understand Oh, Mystic Michael When you showed up, you were supposed to fix our problems Oh, Mystic Michael
He taught me confidence He taught me self-love He told me he'd staypush come to shove Enjoy the little things Look at the stars He'd get lost in my eyes, even from afar
I would do anything Not to become my mother I would go anywhere Not to become my mother I would be anyone Not to become my mother
my house is quiet to others but my thoughts are always loud just me without noise of sisters or brothers still the people in my headphones make me proud to be alone but not lonely
I’ve had many teachers. They've taught me wonder, beauty, importantance, but they’ve never taught me pain. Pain is a word that hurts, and there is no grammar class to teach me this.
Sometimes my brain kicks on overdrive Running in circles and swirls and lines Antsy with thoughts I can't place racing by I can only conclude that I won’t be fine. One such day I took a walk
What is her name? She’s not my friend I admire her from a distance So powerful and graceful From afar, she is perfect
No matter how distraught we feel Lost, lonely, and without appeal Poetry reminds us we’re not alone, That everyone else is also prone,
Poetry taught me to love myself, love nature, to love and to be; That no ine is truly alone, variety is needed, and no complication is needed to be liked;
Poetry taught me to love myself, to love nature, to love and to be; That no one it truly alone, variety is needed, and no complication is needed to be liked;
Again and again and again and again. Every two steps forward is one step back People fight until they’re no longer standing, And no one stops to help them up.
Poetry? Teach ME? What are you anyway? Something to be shelved In a toddler’s sticky nursery In a dusty nook of some academic room In the mouths and minds of the passionate
Poems are confusing Their purposes disguised Seemingly blunt yet concealing A plausibly traumatic demise Whomever shall find these creatures appealing
"we're going to write poems" my heart dropped to the floor. "we're going to write poems" my brain croaked with lifelessness. "we're going to write poems" and i pursued an escape.
If a picture is worth a thousand words A poem is worth a thousand pictures A thousand realities lie in carefully crafted lines To some, the word alone brings feelings of peace
I use my words, someone’s words, for I of course did not create the language; to make a story, a tragedy, that drips off the reader’s lips like honey when they read... if they ever read.
Poetry Gives me a chance to say The things my voice can’t manage, And it has taught me That sometimes you say more By not saying anything at all Or just by saying less. You can find more meaning
I learned to rhyme before I could tie my shoes. Big A Little a What begins with A? Aunt Annie’s alligator A...a...A
The roaring thunder Rolls to my ears, And I feel the lightning Running through my veins. Colors change before my eyes From the dull grays and whites, To the vibrant blues and reds,
Life as I knew it was not fair I was thrown from here to there. Never knowing where I might sleep My poetry was all I had to keep. I would write for days upon end
Poems shape our thoughts The deep meanings strike my soul They teach us the world.
Unsure of how to express these emotions Fires burn in my mind and oceans churn within me A storm is brewing I just want to know more The fires dim and begin to die
Poetry to me is not some Centipede -Not just a little Inconsequential- But rather a place Where I can face
We may say libraries are disappearingBut they will always be with usThey have been regineeringUsing them is a must
Child, You are ignorant. Ignorant to the horrors of our world. Hatred. Evil. Corruption. Destruction. No,
There are times, When the world crumbles like chocolate chip cookies over vanilla mountains. In the vastness of temporary forevers,There will be times,
I never knew what it was like to feel whole. There were always holes. And that big, 10 letter D-word Always hanging over me like a teetering sword. Waiting any moment to collapse into pieces,
A size dosen't make you. Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act. Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy. What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
Poetry has taught me, to be myself regardless of the rules. Poetry has taught me, that life is more than just coins and jewels. I have met people, now long gone
Internalize In turn all eyes turn inwardand find only darkness,what a clever disguise.
Pour the knowledge into my brain, For what a pity it would be For me to learn in turn for me, So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane. I can regurgitate ideas!
Lighting scorches fresh fields of bloomin buds Their innocent pink petals singed by sparks of the electric blaze The Old man sitting on the porch of his past and destined home Watches the pasture he has always watched
Hey little me, I know that nothing has been okay, and I know that you're afraid. I know that you're alone. I know that all of the scrapes and bruises they are nothing compared to what can't be seen.
Dear former self, I’m writing you from the other side of that place Where the two rivers meet You haven’t seen it with your earthly eyes But have with your soul You haven’t a memory of it
When I was a child I wanted to be so famous that I would be able to touch the star. Trust me if I could meet him again I would ask what makes him dream so far?
Dear lost lover, I miss you in the morning. My coffee doesn’t taste right without the hint of your laugh that you used to add to it. The birds don’t sound as good as they used to without
Dear Unidentified Man,
Dear Depression, Your goal seemed to be to wreck what I had worked so hard to build. You tore and hurt and left me a shell of who I was and could be. I lost myself amongst your waves,
Dear J, I told myself I would forgive & Take the weight of your world Off my shoulders, But the soft consonants of your name Are too hard
What an interesting feat to recall What Hannah was composed of in January of 2017 What made her tick? What kept her going? Junior year was kicking her butt That memory remains
Have you ever dreaded to take a breath Not the kind that fills soft moist lungs But the kind that follows a silent death Let me go no further For I can see you I don’t have to be there
I gave you somethingyou probably shouldn’t of receivedI’m weary eyedthinking about how you seemed to lead charming sweet smiledemeanor honest and truthfulwhy did my heart have to be so couthful?
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
I don't hate Learning but I also dont think this school thing works for everyone youre supposed to sit down and stay quiet Pay attention and don't talk back to the teachers listen to what they have to say even if it's
Guitar is a gift, Was a gift. Playing until my fingers were red, Eating mayonnaise on bread. Guitar hurt, Guitar told my story, Guitar sang, And played.
As I fade in and out of sleep Thoughts of you dance through my mind It pains me to know That you never experienced such sorrows Your first love
My life has been filled to the brim with manipulation masked as love, Deceit hiding behind a smiling face and seemingly kind eyes. I’ve been torn between words and actions,
The student is where you start.The ultimate level one always in your heart.It is the beginning of all goals.Goals that develop into roles.
In my darkest moment, You were there to cradle me Somehow you became my opponent Preventing me from being free You and I together Perpetuated my pain The way dark and stormy weather
I started out alone, down the school hallway. No friends. Nothing but my thoughts in my own mind. I had low self-esteem; didn’t know how to speak. No one noticed me. Nothing but my thoughts, and you.
Long hours of night are not meant for dreaming. They are for dreams to keep you awake - to fill books with imagination.
I've fallen into the mirror again Eyes on me, but where have mine been Escape this version I try to explain Lost within the thoughts in my brain Anticipating the end of my rope
Because I Love You Words on a paper, words on a screen, A phrase said outloud. Powerful when spoken, and hurtful when taken.
Why should I become disciplinary?When all of the information I learned,To be like a milkshake, a fused product.Against specializing, I am impelled.
Blessed with the gift of freedom We’re constantly at war with an idea The idea of being true to ourselves and to each other I sit, looking out, seeing PEOPLE, PLACES MOMENTS
I think I learned what awesome is When I realized my karate teacher Was barely five feet tall All of my eleven years stood before her And I still had to look down
Perfume wore brave faces damp with worry. During familiar hugs she cried. Years of cologne waved
You must sit quietly still, in a dull desk, in a beige, buzzing room, the poem staring at you. Your vision blurs, then your dozing eyes close.
It was supposed to begin; I was ready New Freedom, New lover, New me It was supposed to be fun; I was prepared New experiences, New achomplishments, New Peers It was going to be enthralling; I could not wait
Last year I thought I had Finally figured it out. No need for Timidity, conformity, Or feeling less
Two-thousand and sixteen Crowned one of the worst years in many peoples’ eyes For many it was a year of distress, chaos, uncertainty For me it was a year of self-discovery, growth, and learning January
one Sometimes, there are last Christmases, last birthdays, last goodbyes. And sometimes, you don't know that that's what they are until they've gone by. two
Twenty sixteen Why’d you have to be so mean? All you seemed to bring was bad I never felt so sad I wanted you to treat me good Instead I was like a car hood Protecting everything inside
At the start, She was kind, beautiful, free. She was individual, unique Better than she’d ever been. Then, near the middle, And more towards the end Her self image began to bend And bend
There was a time not so long ago When my mind was like a ball of yarn Tightly wound Thread upon strict thread And I was certain of one thing: My shape would not change And I would remain as I was
This year I was filled with fearFor the future of our countryFor all the people who go hungryFor those who feel unloved Or ever feel that they aren't enough.This year I learned to guard my tongueI felt so naive and so young.This year it seemedMany
Education equals empowerment, this is what I have always been told but is it really education when you are only afforded specific molds?”You must choose realistic goals” this is something commonly said, watching the childs dream explode in their m
Snowflakes spinning 'round as I reflect upon my year New adventures from going far, And losing those whom I hold dear Pain blooms forward But that is not the only coloring of the rose
I don’t remember January. I came into this year terrified, A friend about to commit suicide. Tears, tears Are all January brought.
I used to practice riding My two-wheeled chariot of blue metal With flames on either side, Its rubber handlebars steering me— And sometimes, my mom pushing me—
You're down because you've been changing in ways you had never hoped nor planned The years have gone by and as you look back you scrutinize your mistakes that you can't stand
Someone once told me That life is like a piano, Well, Also like a box of chocolates, But that's not important, What is important,
My whole life has been leading up to this class-this moment. I am in AP Art. I’ve made it. I’m one of the strong ones, holding tight through the current
I really must eat I do not know how to cook Fast food's in the past While they could still cook It is time for me to learn Time to do or die I have failed before
Growing alone, Behold the self-doubtThe crying, the lying, the gritting of teethWatching others ascend while your mood still depends on your peers.Fingertips brush edges where there is no apparent jail,
A guest here – this isn’t my school these aren’t my students and “I would let you work in groups but your teacher said not to.”
What incites the rise from my rest? What keeps the beating beneath my chest? What brings me home like bird to nest And takes me beyond mountain's crest?
here my eyes slowly blink i'm not sure what she's saying the mechanical pencil in my hand clicks to reveal some lead click click click i break the thin cyclinder click click click
The painted sky is brought to life with flickers of golden light. I have torched the night with the war cry you taught me. We are an inferno, fueled by knowledge,
The human eyes allow us to see and the spiritual one allows us to perceive. As a result, I wake up with desire to grow up to be, is the greatest instiller in all of history.
Now the only question I had to ask myself was , what was IT? What was I looking for?.
This class is really dumb. Time doesn’t seem to ever pass. But I’m starting to feel numb, to the idiocy of our class. Our teacher’s lessons seem muddled,
When I was 4, I spoke with a stutter. My parents were concerned- I, I, I, didn't know I spoke the way I did. When I, I, I, was 8, my stutter went away. No, it did not vanish, it made a home in my brain.
It's always been there, Whether I've known it or not. Never had I known that song lyrics were poetry. Never had I known that poetry held feelings. That they held meanings. That they held stories.
Why am I still standing here In this place where I was once happy Even though I close my eyes I still feel you staring down at me Why won't you leave me alone? How am I supposed to move on with this stare?
My voice echoes off these white walls. I feel so alone. Actually, I think I feel nothing at all. The sun is starting to set. Damn, the sun is leaving me too? What can save my shattered soul? What else can I do?
i called you babe last night in a dream you stuttered but said love what do you need? and made me your heart and i felt whole again by being just yours every hair on end you took my hand
You started out as a canvas That my thoughts and dreams flowed freely through A million dances The meaning behind the view I fell in love quite quickly I wrote for fun My pen lies thickly
Children are our future we should value them as such Education is important, and it isn't asking too much To fund our universities and schools with as much money as we can
Protective pillars stacked around me, pages of promise, worn and loved. I am safe. Lives to live through, lessons unfold. I learn. Travel through time and traverse the world. I grow.
An inkblot My mind seethes and grows falling ever so ever so At night the watchman knows he knows of the travels What does it take to break a man? A pool of questions
Myself, Me, and Iall bottled up insideThe thoughts that I thinkthe questions that I askthe search for morefor better, not to quitIt's not enoughWhat I knowI must know more
Living without learning everyday would be crazy, If it was gone we would all seem lazy, It means so much in life because it is the only way, The only way we know how to do besides pray,
Time now for ghosts who are grand reminders of the lessons we learned from our thoughtful mistakes. They can follow us through our homes and out the door and onto the next.
They say we need air, food and water to stay alive We simply need them to survive For me to truly Live I need to learn
A genuine smile stretched cheek to cheek When she realized the haze that had made her so weak Was gone from her life, thrown away just to be A memory: undoubtedly sad but finally!
Has my heart fallen into the pits of dispair or have I still yet to learn the basic functionings of breathing Must I vouch for love for the sake of others as I
Curious is the babe, wide-eyed and new. Hungry for an answer, questions they'll ask you. A little older now, observing the world around. More answers they seek, with new questions they've found.
It’s small and white. Beautiful with its purple stripe on the left and complimentary hint of green on the opposite side.
Hey, is anyone out there listening?Where are the ears to hear?Her heart is opening wide;can you feel her agony?Does any one care?Her tears are falling.There are secrets in her soul
Being with you is such a treat. Tell me darling, how ever did we meet? When I look into your eyes I see nothing but love. That's when I pull you in for a sweet hug. Nothing but you and me in my heart.
I HATE that I remember random facts about you Like what your laugh sounds like Your favorite food Your drink of choice I HATE that the memories we made have yet to vanish I HATE what has become of us
Teach me how to learn I know how to pass this test But how do I learn?
It’s funny to think about school, and how the goal is to prepare you for the real world. To mold your mind with a strict curriculum so you can be imaginative and think for yourself.
There she stands On a precipice—the steepest in her mind, Overlooking wrong and right; What is true, what is false; What can help, what can hurt
Loved too hard, Rejected too fast. Maybe that's why I always held back.
The next time I love a man, I'm going to love him slowly. This time
Have you asked yourself"What's the meaning of Life?"Happiness, wealth, dealing with strife?
Each step taken is another place moved. Each word spoken is another breath breathed. Each speech given is another passion found. Each song played is another love created.
I liked learning. I didn't care if it were Math or Science. I didn't care whether it was all about Entrepreneurship. All I wanted to do was put all these informations in my head for future use.
I. There is no such thing as too much sleep.So when your eyes are heavy,Let them go.
I went to school, I did my work.I tried and I learned everything I was supposed to.Now, here I am, in the real world.I'll be the first to tell you, I have no idea what to do.
I had faith once Never questioned, never thought of twice I followed as hard as I could Maybe even harder than i should've I was on top, always trying to strengthen the foundation
I saw him on the corner of the street, Holding a sign, With the same words the rest of them say. What is he really going to use the money for? Everyone knows. I walked into the store, A child running up and down the aisles, His mother yelling....
Maybe there was never just one reason I fell in love with you Maybe it was a hundred little things -
It's not enough to know That the human heart propels nearly two thousand gallons of blood in a day Or that we take this and place it there "because I said so."
I chase what I'm not, What I choose to be. I learn I run I play I watch I do I try Why? I will never master anything, But it's what I love; What's new,
It all just got a lot easier And I don’t know why And I don’t know how But I’m not about to argue Because these last few days Have me smiling like an idiot An idiot that walks around in a haze
These times are clouded by impenetrable facades; Captivated by the immaculate charades. Foreseen by those that are watching in awe, As they stand only to be cursed and decay.
Lay awake, Eyes open and then shut. I hear sound again and memory returns. My thoughts are excited, crowded. Another day has begun, even without me. What is new to learn, New to think.
The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction.
I often hear empty words of praise. Compliments about my looks, my grades. No one ever looks at the true beauty in me. But I know what everyone fails to see.
Spanish class is funny.
Onto the South face, my mind is a yearning flake, nude and bare I am.
Aspiring within, a risen power ready to tip over, the ability to inspire. Agile but, fragile After every trial
The slow down days of summer are gone,
Death and Life Happiness and Saddness
The person beside me didn't study but I heard they got a 92 seating looking at my test doesn't even look like I tried my best.
I was so stupid. I am but a child. I am a master at drilling screws into delicate places severing wood at its weakest points. Turning blossoming friendships into scrap wood
To know what I know is to know what was taught. What was taught is suppose to be used for what I do.
Love, what a word Not the lust in which people love But the Trust in which is a must Trust that no one will leave you behind the moment you realize you are love itself Surrounding people around you
I am not the one who can walk into a room and be the center of attention I am not the one who will be voted as prom queen I am not the one who was born with a silver spoon I am not the one who is seemingly perfect
Let the ev
16 and confused. Who am I supposed to be and what am I supposed to do? 17 and unhappy. No friends, no point. School doesn't mean anything to me. What a waste of time...
Hours pass unnoticed Eyes bright with discovery The world is mine to know
Standing high upon the stage Looking At a million different people Standing barefooted in the carpet Looking At my face in the mirror Standing high upon the stage Speaking
It started in the blazing heat of a Florida December, a Puerto Rican madre and a bowl of arroz con grandules. The beginning. Rolling r's like hills in Arkansas,
It started in the blazing heat of a Florida December, a Puerto Rican madre and a bowl of arroz con grandules. The beginning. Rolling r's like hills in Arkansas,
Large and stuffy building, jam packed full and tight, Hundreds of students gathered, trying to do what’s right. “Get an education!” they tell us every day, But what they fail to do, is to teach us the way?
Education is my love, to embark on a journey of truth revealed Understanding the facts and using those facts in life to change the world
(Play and/or Sing with the main theme song of Dead Island)
When I speak of love I aim my voiceto my parents who brought me hereand taught me how to deal with the cruelties of the world,my freshman year english teacher who cared even after I left
LIFE It's a journey, that's what life is, Many paths to choose from, The choice is yours, pick wisely and reap rewards, Or play the ignorant fool,
I want to learn everything I'm in a world of information Surrounded by things to question I want to learn everything Suck up every fact, philosophy, and proposition Take every offered class at the University
I have traveled down the winding road and find myself in awe, that the beaten path leads not those who know their journey, but those who remain utterly lost. The path we find enticing seems to us to be concrete.
An awkward step towards today-- The past had settled on my skin; It only hurt to try to shed it away. And the longer there I stayed, the deeper the ivy grew
The first week I was sad. So very, very, very sad. I was on the verge of tears the entire week. I thought “be brave” one minute and “I can’t fucking do this” another. The second week I was angry.
Now she’s talking. Why? What right does she have to do this? What right does she have to say these things? What right does she have to make me feel bad about myself? No right.
I don’t know what to say. I still love you. But I’m glad this week is over. But now I’m less sad, And more angry. In fact I’m fucking pissed. You’re an idiot.
Today I found myself freaking out over college – Washington State University here I come – Wanting to run into your arms and have you hold me. I almost called you, and told you I missed you. But I didn’t.
I skipped Forensics yesterday. I stood in front of the door, I couldn’t breathe, and I finally said “I can’t do this” and walked away.
The number that inspires me
One can mean many, only to few.
She chose the next life She thought she was out of options She left behind a knife
To walk into a room, the walls adorned with art, poets words are begging to fall into papers below. This is what I want to do.
They tell you not to make your home in a person That’s too risky. When they leave, you’ll be left empty, homeless, Sad, lonely.
Teachers are entrusted with the future of the nationClass should be a celebration not a dictatorshipTeachers should and not hand out packets destroying
As I'm laying here in my bed, cherry blossoms bursting in my brain, I scratch an itch between the blue lines.
One Job Could Change My Life
Maybe you think my job is dying – An old lady with tinted hair And horn rimmed glasses, Hushing you. My job’s not dying – It’s just a child Trying to find it’s way in this big world,
Rising like a Tree Grow, grow, grow Reach for the sky Climb ever so high Never stop
The Justice of wrong good Breathe in deep Sucking on black air Deemed unworthy of the just
Spoken Well in Tones to tell Over the coast Down to a sweet roast Storyteller there she is
oh father what has happenedto you? what on earth stole from you your guitar? and told you to stop singing to your baby girl? oh father theres a darkness that settles in your eyes thsese days.
I could paint upon a stage, Upon myself, another name, And fool the watchers with my art, And die in beds of green and fame. Or I could paint upon a mind
I could paint upon a stage, Upon myself, another name, And fool the watchers with my art, And die in beds of green and fame. Or I could paint upon a mind
Kids learning all day. Making differences in lives. Teaching is the way.
One thing that I would change, would not to be for my life to be re arranged, from bedtime stories, to a goodnight kiss, these are the things that I really do miss. Days go longer, without my father,
Go Don't go Stop Don't go don't stop React Don't react Think Don't react don't think Decide Don't decide Feel, because as you grow
Big hand is Minutes and Short hand is Hours Both take my time and waste it as I try, Try as hard as I can to read a clock, It's easy. Counting by fives, It's one of the rare things I can
I spend days with the old Taking care of them, Feeding Washing there withered frames
Memorizing data to spit back out verbatim That’s not learning Banking our self-worth on a letter That’s not learning Staying up so late that the book get’s blurry and our brain gets fuzzy That’s not learning
The way you tell me to take out my pencil To write down the question and find the answer Your tone of voice and the look in your eyes I can tell you don't think I'm an adult. The law may say I am not
Education is my life I love it, breathe it, live it In the classroom I feel empowered
If I had a dime for every time I've head a student say, "I could have just stayed home from school today," I could pay for my college tuition. And I always used to wonder how
I can hear what you say but My mind is so distracted Thinking about living in a room full of strangers Thinking about if I will ever have a place to call home
You talk in such a droning voice, I'm falling asleep, it's not my choice. What you keep trying to teach me lacks logic, and I'm learning nothing, isn't that ironic?
Like all before me,
She lived a lucky life Always happy, always smiling Her biggest problems were nothing She didn't really know what sadness was But one day, it all crashed down Her face filled with tears
The ship sat anchored to the shore The captain, skipper, and crew working at her core Sails being raised and decks being scrubbed
Education is not pencils. Education is not tests. Education is not classrooms. Education is more. Education is not principals. Education is not schools. Education is not teachers.
Thank you faculty of education,
When I was young, I had all sorts of freedom; To roam about as I pleased, I could even eat Edam. Now school has come around, And that freedom is gone; No windows, just homework, and learning of
The teacher speaks
Take my hand feel the warmth emitting from the sand as ashes burn I will learn not to break Fragile soul, what more could be at stake? Oh dear one, don't abandon me Oh dear one, hear my prayer
What can't be seen on the inside is the audacity of learning What a beautifully, treacherous thing The script calls for a master, but life has taken the mastery out of the art
Claiming that you know All lives are not the same Going to school with different purposes as well Learning is different, and harder for some But we slowly start to see Education isn't always the key
I want to see you light up I want the room to charge with the energy of your passion Instill that in your students and the world could change forever. I want to know how much you care about me, and how I do
I wish it could be over. I wish it could be done. I wish that I could leave you, But this battle’s never won. You frustrate me to pieces, And drive me up the wall.
Teachers don’t work hard nowadays Rather than focus on education They focus on my grades I may have passed your damn class
Is it any wonder, Why it's hard to wake up. The repetitive mornings, What do we have to look forward to? Everyday is the same. A monotonous environment No spontaneity.
A desk has reason on its surface But not always do they deserve us. We project our feelings and our distaste; We act like learning is all a race But we can trust, if all else fails
I can memorize so I am smart I can memorize so I know the facts I can memorize so I am doing well I can memorize
wham, bam, and thank you uncle sam! taking our brothers, our sisters: just lambs. leaving our children on streets in the cold. not much of an uncle, all you do is scold!
I want to learn, I want to make a difference, I want to be that person, That one person, That means the world, To some little kid. I want to work, For knowledge, For hope,
Notice me No wait Don't I need help But I can't Won't Ask for it Your damn sense of superiority Makes it impossible . You don't bother to question our understanding
As I sit in this class, And you speak of many things. Time comes to pass, As I try to hold the knowledge you bring. Eyes fighting the urge to close, Attention starts to stray.
Teachers should be our friends. We should look up to them, Envy them, Respect them, And most importantly we should listen to them. What is so hard about that?
The right passion is transformative.For me, it was music.I turn from a shy introverted nothingto a outgoing loudmouth expertin 3.6 seconds flat. But this isn't about me. It's about you.
ring sings the phone screaming for attention silence then a greeting I assume is being expressed what is she saying? I heard my name, thanks for the mention her switch from perfect english has me impressed
Sophisticated Self-Motivated Learning Resulting in growth
I am ambitious curious and passionate I want to keep learning anew The teachers are unhopeful schoolwork is hectic Already prepared for what each school year brings
You wonder why we don't participate?If you'd look at us and actually see what's happening right in front of youWe would say:Engage usAsk real questions, make us think, grow our minds
You've got me in the palm of your hand, because deep down, I'm a good girl. I'm a kind girl. I'm a caring and devotedly loving girl. I want to make you happy. I want you to be proud of me.
Exporting information white and black- vague What did you say? Importance? MLA Format and college, APA Teach! Learning is the way Importing information. Chaotic and filtered as food. Rotten.
Rusty chairs, torn books. Broken clocks, dirty looks. 50 student class with no desire to learn. Dried out markers, low salary to earn. Scary teachers, bullies and cliques. Broken lockers no one will fix.
Education is not a matter of equality, for the government doesn't lie in desires of mortality . The future is deprived, because of the lack of cognition floats in our backwards spin tunnel.
As the clock ticks, our educators dole out our curriculum : standards firm as bricks. We sit and wonder where the creativity went in education. The flint is almost extinct as the Fire Of Passion diminishes to ashes.
So many teachers. With good ones I have been blessed. I have learned a lot.
There are many ways That one may learn Powerpoints, lectures, or reading aloud in turn But my way of learning Is not the same as theirs So stop complaining When I almost break down in tears
It's already 12 o'clock in the morning and I still have that essay to write. Do I finish graphing linear equations or study atomic structure? "Why didn't you do your homework?" you ask.
Look around you Don’t let them surround you Open your eyes Don’t let fear keep them shut Turn off the TVs They are poisoning your mind Get off of Facebook before you run out of time
I'm tired of math. Too many know-it-all teachers can't communicate I don't learn like that, could you elaborate? "You see, the radius is C over Pi because Pi is the answer, but what is Pi?
[You're old]school in this modern world.Love your stories but your style has to go.Not so easy to learn from these pre-made pre-testsand you need to give it a rest."American Government's not boring."
I’m told Follow your dreams Challenge yourself Learn all that you can Elementary But if you don’t do well on the test How could you know it at all
My question for you Is the truest of true Its mostly about you and your teaching too. Why can't we have phones when you waste our time and text? Why is it when we ask questions
No holes in jeans and no thin straps on shirts. Only for girls. Teachers believe girls are the problems for poor attention spans. Clothing is the tip of endless problems.
When teachers stopped sleeping on the tables, Eating dinner in the cafeteria, Brushing their teeth in the bathroom,
Irritating and annoying, Describes the horror of your class. I can barely stand you, And quite frankly you smell like bass.
Clock ticking Time slipping A droning sound A droning sound A droning sound Fallen heads With drooping ears Drooling lips Snoring noses. A class about myths
“I’m in class and I’m happy” You amazed me “Even though you’re just one of those silly art teachers” Is what others say to rip at you But, you’re more of a professional when it comes to these fake others
Hey there, shithead! Yeah, you, The one with the degrees. Do you think sitting here, Being a student is a breeze? Do you think that we can Sit here for hours on end, Go home to do our chores,
Blue plastic seats filled with static electricty My bum becomes a medium The itch that is caused by my seat Forces me to stand To avoid this feeling Words being spoken Run straight through my ears
I want you to learn it verbatim, you say. We’re not going to go over it in class, We read it in the reading. How are we supposed to learn when you won’t teach us? Think, you say; It isn’t too hard.
I am like the phoenix. When I burn, I burn with passion. I engulf in pain and sorrowful lessons that twist the flames in a cyclone of radiant, red, rotating fire. The hard way.
You can catch a fellow on his phone But you can't catch the glares and our outspoken growns Your forehead wrinkles represent a roaring see The most annoying roar that tortures me.
We are always learning, improving, developing Evolving into something greater than we were Becoming something better than the world has ever seen Education is the means by which this takes place
We are always learning, improving, developing Evolving into something greater than we were Becoming something better than the world has ever seen Education is the means by which this takes place
I learned. I forgot. I listened. I ignored. I memorized. I passed. All these things, that I had to do Made me forget, why there is school It's not about the grades, or sports, or the friends.
No government, no school No rulers left to control the situation Just weaponless citizens in an empty nation The cord to the mic's been cut Shut down the power lines Limit the electricity
Four choices: Choose your answer fill it in on the sheet leave the others blank. WARNING: Do not erase! Your answer will be invalidated
You echo the words of a textbook Yet you expect me to produce innovation You diminish my words, ideas, and emotions into a vapid letter Yet you expect me to be affected by your lectures
Her tone frightens me As she spouts equations at the speed of sound My pencil furiously marks my paper With numbers and letters If she hears the tapping of a pencil
DING!!! DING!!! Omg, I'm Late, Late To My 4th Period The Bell Just Had Rung Mr./Ms.______ Don't Yell At The Top Of Your Lungs Thats Why I Have Parents, To Nag, Talk, And Yell
Zero, is for the f***s I give whenever you tell me what to do. One, is for the amount of bullets it would take to be the end of you. Now if I were to continue counting in this poem you will be very shocked.
Teachers staring hard,So students get on guard.What is forced stress,But a meaningless mess?To learn is a one-sided card.
This axe of our views hides quietly away its blade rarely sees the light of day These days no one can get the axe The teachers abuse and swear Some children find this case unfair.
The difference between learning and simple education, is not only the spelling, grammar, or punctuation. The power of education is insurmountable to much, but the epiphany of learning, can't even be looked at as such.
Held back by the suppression of the mind one can only fall behind We are succeeded by the past and without change our generation won’t last Time is flying by fast and our learning continues to get thrown in the trash
Wrong or right. Good or bad. You teach me there is no other way. There are no shades of gray. We are the smart ones or we are not. We are the gifted ones or we are not.
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
These troubled souls torment me They scream against injustice But they don’t know how to see And I don’t know how to leave It destroys me to hear their cry Who am I to say nothing?
Synergy it must exist My class mates, nor I must choose not to resist For all we have is this class to express, elaborate, and hope it all last I hope this semsester does not end to fast
I am lost in a sea of unknown faces, blurred and unimpressionable. Blending into the class room walls. Spending the school year doing nothing but filling in a desk, and saying present when called upon.
Walk into class, look around, take a seat. Preparing for a test, fighting the urge to cheat. Teacher walks in without even a smile on her face. Doesn't say good morning either, oh what grace.
You talk and talk, you voice monotone, most of the students sleeping or not even paying attention. Tell me, does that make you a good teacher? Do your students learns anything?
Your knoweldge of the world is high But is that a reason to undermind me? Just because I dont understand the material doesnt mean I cant see I know you have a Bachelor Degree Maybe even a Masters
A day spent in torment, A witch with an infernal love of torture, A job to educate, yet she fails. Why doesn't she see, That we struggle to find the solution, That this is the epitome of masochism.
A boy in the corner of class Sits and texts, Comes to school without His backpack. He lounges back in his chair No purpose, No drive, To simply arrive there-
I say One. You say Fun. I say Two. You say "Who?" I say Three. You say Me. I say Four. You ask for More. I say Five. You just Jive. I say Six. You make Clicks.
He died. Such a short sentence, not wordy Not eloquent, But what else can I say when someone mentions my dad? Or asks, "what's your father do?" Sometimes, I lie,
You stare at your reflection, Sighing at your imperfect complexion. Your now “okay” haircut that’s past the trend, And your pouty face you try to defend.
My mind is blank, waiting to be awake, There is nothing to satisfy the thirst, No amount of knowledge will do, Through and through, man will never know the truth, Man is fit for this world,
“So, this is it...” says my dad from the hall outside my dorm room. The words hang like a streamer spanning the width of my door frame separating college on one side from my childhood on the other, Today he leaves me here;
commence a war within my rib cagepicked clean and emptywith the stinging electricityof his touch. a failure of lessons taught again again again
The letters on each page spell me further into the story, With enticing promises of quests, of both toils and glory. Each new page weaves a world both brighter and richer
I wrote because he told me too... Too many times I argued... Argued with my English teacher... Teachers only mean the best... Best is what I learned... Learned to write poetry... Poetry is beautiful...
My mind is a sprouting seed; Knowledge a necessity, Growth a challenge. Too much impatience causes me to wilt;
One, two, three, four, five, / A child's delight so simple, / Green and growing, she.
The Woman sees a smiling face an she is hypnotized. she hears the voice so deep an sweet, she cant help it she is paralyzed. just one look into those shining eyes and without knowing she is spinning
When no one is there you are there filling my life with your pages your everlasting joy when I turn each page continues ,never stopping though the ages, no bad can come from your words you give , no pain just joy to re
Ask me who I am, and I will not hear you, for I am deep within this crowd calling out my own name. I will not know the sound of my own voice until it whispers back. Until then, I will spend my hours
As a young child I held in a lot of anger, Negativity, rage, unlocked power. Such an opinionated mind never exposed, Due to my shy need to keep my mouth closed. “The words never come out right!”
I am born to learn. By: Laura Hernandez My first teachers are my parents, Thanks to them I learned many things
This house is full of the sort of warmth that comes from good conversations and good books. A welcoming place that won’t change you, but will help you change if you want it.
And if I had a breath to describe our love I would say it was as beautiful as cracked concrete as dangerous as molten lava as disastrous as a natural disaster no one prepared for.
Whisper, whisper in my ear. Tell me a story no one wants to hear. Invite my soul into yours. Let me walk with you upon the shores. And when I have drank the thought from your mind,
Books are the source of all knowledge, Just like that old adage. You can read the words, but what is the meaning? A careful balance on which we are leaning. The heroes, the princess, the fairies galore
Searching for real and for truth My heart is genuine In people it looks for hints and clues to who they really are When open hearts meet the connection's surreal
When facts battle reality Reality seldom achieves desired victory Because the fact is that Students will do anything for a grade As long as it is above a low "C."
Volando, volando donde se ve todo pero no vives nada. Volando, volando Paso por amigos Pero nunca conozco Volando, volando Me trae la educación Pero de un vuelo no sirve.
Like an object at rest I remained Although a force was acting upon me There was no reaction of mine To the change that had happened What a strange phenomenum of science I was I didn't react when I should have
Walk right in and take a seat. Can you smell the tears of defeat? The seat is warm, and toasty just like your dinner with Aunt Rosie. He speaks to you, and your body gets tense.
Today Let's define Analyze Memorize Then take a test A big old test Because the state tells me to. Fill in the bubbles Write meaningless words, skipping lines We've been programmed
In my time of need, words rushed me Incoherent and strangled words Fearful and swarming in my mind So I took them into my hand And stuffed them into my pocket They became scattered and sullied
Slow walkers, fast talkers Book seekers, key keepers Walking in pairs, retro chairs Carved rock, a slow ticking clock Striped bags with nametags A fire escape, some blue tape A quiet class, a wall of glass
Because it has a 26-letter alphabet making up words that made no sense to me Because it has so many pronunciations that confused me even more than I already was Because it was not my first language
Are you my hero? You told me you knew everything. Does a hero have to know everything? All I know is how you pretend to.
Peering into Orion’s Belt, here I am, little old me, staring into the eternity of darkness. Constellations and the unknown wait to be solved, by the knowledge of our world and the skies above us.