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As spring turns to summer we're out of school
Time to hang with friends and try to stay cool
Part of May with June and July
I'll lay in my bed and cry
From green to red and yellow
pale blue eyes
i wish we were something,
so i could set my expectations high.
secret glances, so vain
do you look at me the same?
The fear of dying, a shadow that creeps,
A constant companion, in our hearts it sleeps.
It lurks within us, from birth till end,
A reminder of our mortality, an unwelcome friend.
Education is the process of learning and training minds
Respect education as it is given to you freely
Enjoy the chance you have to free education
In the apartheid people used to learn under trees
I just need somebody to rant to,
somebody to understand what iḿ going through,
somebody to tell me the biggest lie that makes everyone´s day,
that it´s simply okay,
every step I take,
I give a keen eye
I listen to every word
Through the pain you put me
I remained still
I kept facing it every time
The way you push me when I fell out of line
Nobody should have to go to school and worry if they will see their mommas face again. They shouldn’t have to worry, “is this a drill or am I going to die?”.
In this place the ground is flat, the sun beats down, grass here is brown and dying, rocks are wind-worn, and you see a thorny green plant, there is very little water here. What am I?
I feel down from the clouds into this planet called earth there were These little creatures swaying to the wind with some wings, then i fell in this liquid sort of thing and i swam to this little place called an island.
Students sit and work behind prison bars
wishing and dreaming they were on mars
they go to school then home to sleep
causing them to cry and weep
Ignorance is bliss. I was ignorant about myself. I hadn't realized how much I’d grown. I hadn't realized how much boys were staring. Until one of them asked for pictures. Asked if I took clothes off. I liked him and I thought he liked me.
This is the dark time,my love,
all round the land brown beetles crawl about.
the shining sun is hidden in the sky,
red flowers bnd their heads in awful sorrow.
This is the dark time,my love
So called decisionOr is it masked as speculationRoll that dice settle upon At the mercy of a single reactionYou opposing youOn the other side of the coinIt’s brainwork against upshotSome say wisdom others sayA stroke of luckBut I rest assured It’s
no one talks about how it itches.
it burns it stings it stains
theres little streaks of shame
on the back of my pillow case
as if I could hide it
when its that close to my brain.
We take online classes-Teachers create video chats with scared studentsMounds of homework pile up on sanitized desksThis is no vacation- Turn in times for assignments fill up my inbox
I feel nothing
Nothing
Nothing but despair
It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you
It’s fine at that moment
I feel nothing
Nothing
Nothing but despair
It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you
It’s fine at that moment
I feel nothing
Nothing
Nothing but despair
It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you
It’s fine at that moment
I don't know if i stared too long
I didn't know if i could form the words
quick enough for them to understand me
But, i wasn't blind to the fact that they were fake
She smiled at me from her group of friends
This is the story of my battle with depression. This is the account of my life before I overcame chronic anxiety and constant dejection.
I became awake when I was taken away from you
I've seen too many fall short of the path of sucess
Anxious is what I become when I think about you
To have another name across my chest
You are truly a product of love,
Divided by the sum of your ego,
Subtracted by the quotient of your imperfection,
Multiply by the difference of your commitment.
(A response to Sandra Cisneros' Heritage poem)
You bring out the perfectionist in me.
The anxiety in me.
The depression in me.
I hear you are new at this school
Which I guess is cool
Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere
See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs
Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I hear you are new at this school
Which I guess is cool
Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere
See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs
Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I’m alone, but not alone.
We all feel empty, but don’t know it.
Until now.
I’m lost while on a path.
We all have majors, but fear what’s next.
Bam!!!The book slams on the deskthe slight smell of cleaning products lingers through the air kids open and slam the fresh blue lockers as if they are already dreading the classes Teachers at the door greeting and meeting every student both old an
Dear school, why do we need you to get around in life?
Dear school, why do we need to go?
Dear school, why don’t you teach us valuable resources ?
I love school
I love reading
I say all these things
That are never true
I hate waking up at 5am
I hate going someplace
that gets my anxitey so high
I hate reading sometimes
But
Time drags on
Hours feel like days
I know I need this class
For my major
For my future
To stay in Hong Kong
But it’s so boring
Alone in the dark, yet brave
Given the power, you've adapted and slaved.
to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares.
They've taken your innocence
And turned you into tears,
Changes sweep through my fog .
Their light so bright .
It only reflects into the ethereal distance.
If the world would only use the dimmer switch.
Please turn in the low beams!!!
Storms pass by,
like every tide comes in.
As the world revolves,
a day goes by.
From winter to summer
I grow older
year by year.
now highschool has come and gone
and my life starts
I feel so much better
Better than before,
The hate I endured
Surely had no cure,
The way I looked
The way I spoke,
No one knows
The pain I took,
Amongst other things
A financial burden,
Time and time again, we repeat,
To live previous lives,
We live and then weep,
We then warn and die,
But despite our best teachings,
Descendants are our kin,
Waking up soaked from tears
Cold from fear
Aching from pain
Yet, I am happy
Happy that the yelling has stopped
Happy that I can be the person I am
Happy that I can finally grow
New ones, soft, thin, smell like a new magazine.
To a jail? A hell? A cage? No
To a library, gather the knowledge, read the books.
One, the book of life, we do not read.
We write. This new year, this new passage.
16, Afraid of what might happen.Like the crew of a ship whose captainHas never sailed beforeTo unfamiliar shore.
Oh spring,
it makes me sing
some words
about birds.
The crickets sing.
They actully go ring ring ring.
Sometimes they go ding
The birds sing too,
Some times the bees dont have honey
Some times the pour kids dont have money
For the bees its a mystery when they first begin
Where do I find honey and where does it swim
Don't be afraid to conquer your fears;
Hold back your tears
In life your fears are there to make things clear,
They don't hurt they make you see what needs work in you
Burning granola in the cafeteria
Loud noises galore
Large groups of kids clogging the halls
Everyone says school is such a bore
School is my escape
From my life at home
She glides in white light
As i look down, nothing speaks to me more
Simplistic, symmetrical
My worries spread into the water
Its almost a sign from God
In farther distance, becoming clearer
The new school year is already biting me.
can't seem to get the hang of chem,
and can't seem to land a good pre calc teach.
I am not failing any classes,
but to me,
There for me when I need them most
A person that is O so close,
Timely with every and anything that they do,
A beacon of light showing my dreams coming true.
Role Models, Role Models
We all have one.
The air turns cold
His goals remain bold
He wants to be told
He is great, in anything he does
He looks back at how he was
I often times have my head in the clouds.
Rather than thinking of what it should be, I think of what it could be.
My thoughts are often times too loud,
and often times too proud,
My crime is ambition;
I reach for the stars
No matter the cost, no matter the bars
Sometimes I get lost.
They say you can’t reach light speed
I try anyway; I never believed them
Drowsy, tired, and sleepless,
Lost in my own mind,
What did I do yesterday?
Scared, fearful, unchanging,
Lost in the halls,
There have been people who tried with me when I didn't deserve it and I am forever grateful because if they hadn't of tried with me, I would not be writing this today and I would be who I am. Dating back my fourth grade english teacher, Mrs.
In an era where the only feeling is time
That nurtures a budding, all-consuming longing
A never ending cycle of living, “Should it end?”
potential is an ugly word.
a pass for the unfocused flowers
an excuse
"you would be so great if you would only try"
"you would be so great if your teachers were better"
Beep! Beep! says the alarm at four thirty, as I begin to open my eyes, I realize, I still have to open the door. As I drag myself out of bed I hear the sound of my little brother who has to go pee, did I mention it's four thirty?
As my Pen runs out of Ink, I'm forced to stare, to stop and think.
This Pen that flitters, jumps and dances; over page it skitters, prances
This Pen that colors, draws, and spells: This Pen, which over wording swells.
Which walkway should we all try
Either way we are all gonna die
Well Easy is faster and Harder is slower
We all recommend easy, because it aint hard as a boulder
Do what your mama say, or suffer the hard way
It feels good to live in the present
It looks good to work towards to future
Either way, both are necessary.
The walls I had built came tumbling down
My soul was pierced with a two-edged sword called love
My heart was arrested from a path so reckless by grace
It came down, swept over me like a rushing river
I can’t say I’m innocent but there was a time when I used to be.
Yeah, before I felt worthless and gave the boys the best of me.
I believed this lie that the more I gave the more I got.
But I was wrong dead wrong.
Venture with me into the darkness,where the rivers flow
Venture with me into the darkness where no fairy tale dares to go
Come with me down these cascading halls,where only the monster will call
It Wasn't On a Test
Dearest professor,
Ask me about math
And I can recite
Formulas
Solve equations
Even imaginary numbers
Ask me about history
It Wasn't On a Test
Dearest professor,
Ask me about math
And I can recite
Formulas
Solve equations
Even imaginary numbers
Ask me about history
Annoying Classes
But
Comical People
Disgusting Lunch
Everyday But
Fun Times
Grumpy Teachers and
Harmful Homework
I want to be a poet,
Only for the money,
You see college is expensive
It is really not that funny.
Some spend years repaying a debt,
Others can't even afford it'
but paying for education is bullshit
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My head is full of cabin fever
Nothing much to do—
Except indulge, engorge, satiate, satisfy, consume
Everything to do—
I vaguely remember I time where it was better,
A time I could use to slumber,
Grades, Classes, GPA all of it now seems to matter more,
This is America where we are supposed to be free,
This is America where we choose who we want to be.
But if being who you are leaves you with scars and broken arms,
Is it really that worth it to be free?
Another school lunch at the beginning of
Another school year.
The staff handed out our student ID’s,
It looks bad.
But not as bad as my permit,
Your talk
Your words
Your stories
Are they fake?
Do you wish to pretend?
Imagination suits you but
do you suit it?
Snake-like lies
Whispers in ears
Rumors on lips
I lay awake dreading the day to come.
Teacher's with meaningless words falling from their lips
And hidden histories not written in the books.
The stress never leaves as I prepare for college in sophomore year.
School, college
What really is it?
Twelve long years and more to come
It seems just like a trail of sand never ending
But I guess we can't think if it that way
Or so, if we did, I guess we would be insane
it never hits me
until it's too late
recess, playgrounds, field trips, museums,
textbooks, classrooms, no A/C, Speech comp
teachers who teach, and those who teach you to teach yourself,
one day all your tears will turn into smiles
and all the nights you cried your self to sleep
will be the nights you laughed with your friends
those nights you lied awake with no luck in sleeping
I was sitting in class one day
One, two, three going past my head
In my mind, I was thinking no way
I would rather be lying in my bed
I was stuck in their for a whole two years
All because of a slip
A fall
A simple miscalucation of my feet and my world came tumbling down
As I lay there on the ground
Once again I became
That Girl
The same girl from all those years ago
There's a ring in the air
A whoosh of the wind breeze taking you away from your computer's' ting ting
and a reminder bell in my brain clanking
"finish me Serafina"
finish
before
you fail
You have to know what you want.
What to do? What to do?
You have to know who you want to be.
Who are you? Who are you?
You have to know where to go.
Where to? Where to?
You have to know when to go.
I just have to keep running
I have to run towards the sun and try to reach it
but, I keep fallling
I run, I run as fast as I can before the sun beats me.
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
2016.
The year I graduated Highschool.
The year I start college.
2016 was going to be my year.
Oh how life decides to shake things up
I went to get help in the summer of sixteen
With eyes the same color and faces the same shape
people think they see double and that's their first mistake.
They both can laughand they both can sin
yet what they hold most important that, lies within.
I’ve had enough, of these signs and ads.
I’ve had enough, of every adults glees and glads.
I’ve had enough, of these summer assignments.
I’ve tried so hard, to lock my mind.
Old priviliged friend introduced to medicinal,
He loses touch then on his hip are mini missiles,
He said school was boring so he found a new way to have fun,
Rollin with new guys that all have guns,
A giant university,
yet I am so small,
I feel like an idiot,
compared to them all.
The boys with the football,
the girls with the pom poms,
is not being part of a sports team,
really so wrong?
The morning is crisp and cool
The bed is comfortable and cozy.
Sleep is where the dreams take place.
School is where dreams become reality.
Working towards my future and creating a legacy.
People i met, we reunite
some change or leave
but the bittersweet taste remains
the courses change
as well as our instructors
but we still learn
that is what we came after
which is education
Waking up is not fun,Especially if you have to run.Rushing from home to school Does not make me so cool,
Yet going to school will hopefully make me bloom.
to ponder, to wonderto sit quitely,in your too small roomwith soft bodysurrounded by pounds of cold booksto be trapped in a cagemade of broken pencilsand lifeless ink pens
passing looksI'll throw my head in a bookto make you believethat perhaps, I wasn't starringeach thrown glanceseems a little more daring.
A dream-filled night's worth of
tangled bedsheets, then a frantic drowsy start.
What day is it? Where am I? The beach
is too far away for there to be this
much sand in my eyes so imagine my suprise when
in today's day and age it's no mystery why girls feel oppressedfor being pulled out of class because of the way they are dressedthe school staff seemingly unable to avert their eyesfrom collarbones, hips, behinds, and thighs overlooking what happe
Cracking open books
All about those professional looks
Trying to make it though college
Craming in all the knowledge
Even though my mind is already full
I have to empty it out and make room for more school
Sleepless nights and restless day
Mind in a fog, almost a daze
School has got me in a craze
Homework and test every week
"Rise and Shine"?
Try 'rise and grind.'
Like the pain in my bones
That harmonizes with my moans.
"Up and at 'em."
Why? And who is them?
The sun isn't even up
to share my suffering cup.
Ahhh back to school!
The time of year that kids hate but parents love.
Time to stay up late to finish homework and projects.
Time to try to keep your life together.
My heart is thumping.
Nervousness still consumes me.
School time is coming...
Dear Poetry, my old friend
Here is a little story of how we began
When times were tough, I was too
Because I began to write you
I put my pen to that paper and poured it out
School is back.Heavy back packs andPanic attacks.Wanting to rip your hair out in math.Getting up so fucking early just to look nice for people who will say you look like crap anyway.
Its almost time,
summer is ending
there is no more pretending
its time to get back to the nitty-gritty.
Starting college is like high school again,
4 years to go,
settle in and strap down,
Please don’t hate me when I step
out of my parents’ car, as I sweat
my bags and boxes
up and down the
long stairs, the
nautilus
with
corners.
Please don’t hate my door,
Why do we take comment core assessments?
Is it to show how advanced we are?
Why are trying to meet that certain benchmark?
Is it because if we don’t we’re failures?
Why aren’t we focusing on the skills we need?
According to Society,
I must be a girl with long hair
Her face so pretty.
According to Socitey,
If I havent kiss a guy by the age of thirteen,
Here we go again,
Going to spend time with my friends,
But when I say,
My friends pur se,
I explicitly mean my pens.
school is where they hide their shame, fear, and hurt.
she puts on the smile, laughs at their jokes so they never know how deep they stung.
she couldn't let them know, they would attack her,
Love must be the protest,
That never reaches the businessman.
Leaving paint to dry upon cardboard signs,
Never to be heard, but to be spoken by many.
And so today,
And for all of my tomorrows,
Late nights, coffee, and naps.
Was this break long enough? Perhaps.
Scantrons, books, and study groups.
It's like jumping through hoops.
All for the sake of a degree.
tick tock, tick tock
i imagine the bells sound
I'm taken to my own mind
where the thoughts don't stop
and I'm back in the past
reliving the old days
Chapter One. Elementary School. Easy.
Two plus two equals four. So does one plus three.
Coloring inside the lines, it's got to be perfect.
Chapter Two. Middle School.
Today.
Today is my last first day of high school.
Some may think it's a blessing in disguise,
but I see it as a day of mourning.
It's that last time your mom will be taking pictures with the sign that says
I am an individual you see
I am not supressed or opressed
I do things my own way
I lay on my kitchen floor
I sing on the toilet
I pass gass freely
I make weird sounds when I'm by myself
Dear Mom,
First week of college and I may or may not
Have caused the Chernobyl meltdown
I swear I didn't do it on purpose.
Also, I invented this thing
I once was told,
when I wasn't very old, quite young actually,
That we would all be great one day, maybe have our way in life,
The smells of paper, pen and pencil
Complemented by the sounds of the rush
Of students new and old
Of professors young and old
Inhabiting this temporary world
Of classes, grades and growth.
The fluorescents blink almost as fast as you when you're uncomfortable,
And of course we don't know what we did wrong,
but the wax on the floors might.
Thanks for teaching us about the Spartens
and taking one for the team by wearing Dr Martens.
Thank you for giving us tips on how to get free food.
I dont care what they say ...you're a cool dude.
When I was a little kid
I was afraid of the dark.
I dreaded bed time everynight
and when finally forced to turn off the lights , it took me two steps to get from the light switch, all
to the way to my bed.
A first year (kindergarten)
A young shell wonders the halls
She only speaks when being spoken at
She dreads every class in that 5 story elementary
She knows the teachers think she's stupid
In September, I walked into a supermarket
Fairly nondescript,
Looking for some kind of Back-to-School kit.
The banner hangs limp, languid,
A lame flag lolling on lengths of lemon tinted line,
School, an institution that focussees more on tolerance than intlligence.
A monetary sinkhole which provides a service to the growing youth.
Many claim that education is instilled; however, the youth stare blankly.
Late at night
sipping coffee
bleary -eyed.
Can't take anymore
of these endless searches.
My computer screen
it dances
it blurs
as I blink.
My life.
Monday 7-8:49am
Oh great precal
math this early already
the pain with adding and subtracting
hold on a sec, how you get the traingle inside the circle,
is that possible.
Another year
I go to school.
Another year
I see my friends.
Another year
I lose sleep.
Another year
I am educated.
Another year
I am anxious.
Another year
School...ugh.
Means getting up early.
Studying a lot.
Doing homework until I have a headache.
Listening to a teacher run his/her mouth for hours.
School,
don't worry I'll get trough.
I won't let peer pressure tie me down,
I'm not going to let myself frown.
I'll be happy, and get trough,
because I own to get to.
Wow, look at my grades rising,
To my perfect summer as it comes to an end,and back to the school that I attend.This is a summer that I will miss,because it brought me so much bliss.From the friends' I've made and the things I did,
Everyone looks forward to summer.
Hooray! Summer is here!
You call your friends to hang out,
And your parents take you on vacation.
It’s been a month of summer break,
And it’s been fun and games.
I don’t want to goBut I have toI gotta finish this180 weekdays will go by fastI won’t even notice time flying byI just have to make sureTime doesn’t leave me behindI have to be on top of my game
Lie in the grass, feel the soft breeze.
Listen to the birds play the keys.
expose your skin, show yourself to the sun.
Let yourself be, the summer is done.
The woods still brown, the leaves still green.