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What's the point of walking
Into a place with cozy decore
Yet it's no place like home
The sign on the matt welcomes me
But I don't feel welcomed
There are people with open arms
I didn’t mind loneliness until I did
Though better said, is “not noticed”
My plan to go to online school
To get ahead and have more fun
Schools coming back soon
Bella ringing and getting pushed in the hallways
The feeling of going to a new school
New people
New classrooms
The pressure of having to complete assignments
The stress
Schools coming back soon
Bella ringing and getting pushed in the hallways
The feeling of going to a new school
New people
New classrooms
The pressure of having to complete assignments
The stress
Whiny Hermione liked to groan and complain.
She whined when it was sunny.
She whined when it rained,
and Monday through Sunday,
it didn’t matter what day,
Hermione would groan
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
There's no more school,
So I'm going to do something cool,
I'll have so much fun,
I just wanna run,
Then I'll get into the pool
There's no more school,
So I'm going to do something cool,
I'll have so much fun,
I just wanna run,
Then I'll get into the pool
Let schools be schools again
Let the parents not weep as they drive away from carline
Let the teachers not turn their bodies to shields
Let the children live past nine years.
PrWhy must I carry the heavy burden of knowing how financially draining I am?
Why do I have to be told how much money I’m wasting while still freaking out over exams?
I know I’m a burden, that I understand,
Once a perfectionist, always a perfectionist.
You see, for years, I was at this point where everything was an easy A.
I got all my assignments and I had the motivation to do them.
When did I get bad?
I remember elementary school,
Straight A’s,
Huddling in with my friends when its cold,
Building giant snowmen in the field,
What can I be?
Shall I be another person,
Wasted talent on a fast-food job,
Living paycheck to paycheck,
No smiles, only dread,
Another lifeless body roaming the streets.
Approximately 540 rooms, 658 windows, and 850 doorways. All to house the 435 lumps of dried glue and 100 paper weights we call the US Congress.
The halls crowd around me
As I push through bodies and backpacks
My feet fall lightly
On the dirty concrete floor
Students laugh
Students cry
Everyone is lost
In their own self-centeredness
New year, new term
Different changes but yet still the same faces
We come with open minds yet they slowly close
New year, new term
Different changes but yet still the same faces
We come with open minds yet they slowly close
I wake up as the sun is rising; I feel the same and it’s not surprising.
Another morning, bright and early, in bed there I lay—
Time to go to school, I know, a place where we should “learn and grow.”
I wake up as the sun is rising; I feel the same and it’s not surprising.
Another morning, bright and early, in bed there I lay—
Time to go to school, I know, a place where we should “learn and grow.”
you say get over it but how
you say get out of your room how
you say think happy thoughts how
we need help
no one helps us
why
we are the broken ones
the ones no one wants
A vast landscape beckens onerous treks
Entreating tilling rocks and honest thoughts.
Paths ahead intersect, awaiting steps
Lined along eager vines and ochre moss.
school days!
school days!
learning for the boys
but the girls are just toys
pass them around
and then
just deny it
school days!
school days!
boys can come shirtless
Here I am, here I sped,
racing through my sleeping bed,
Dashing closely towards my closet
justfor clothes for my deposit,
After dressing oh so quickly,
my dog came coming to lick me,
Here I am, here I sped,
racing through my sleeping bed,
Dashing closely towards my closet
justfor clothes for my deposit,
After dressing oh so quickly,
my dog came coming to lick me,
Here I am, here I sped,
racing through my sleeping bed,
Dashing closely towards my closet
justfor clothes for my deposit,
After dressing oh so quickly,
my dog came coming to lick me,
A week in and it’s feeling normal.
Empty and cold.
I stalk the hallways alone.
Unwanted contact.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Foot to knee.
You gave us teenage revolutionaries,
fighting against dictators
against governments
that didn’t listen
wouldn’t listen
Here’s the News about AVID~
I’m in AVID, get over it.
You think that AVID students aren’t as good as your regular ones?
Here’s the News about AVID~
I’m in AVID, get over it.
You think that AVID students aren’t as good as your regular ones?
Here’s the News about AVID~
I’m in AVID, get over it.
You think that AVID students aren’t as good as your regular ones?
Here’s the News about AVID~
I’m in AVID, get over it.
You think that AVID students aren’t as good as your regular ones?
I'm writing a poem cause I don't want to work.
My project is due soon, there's twelve hours left.
But quarantine's getting to me, I'm going berserk.
Stuck in my home here, I'm feeling bereft.
Do you know the importance of teachersThat question is a lesson in itselfHow do you learn to achieve wealthReceive a doctorates or even a black belt There’s a great teacher aroundGreat with a ball or maybe a wrenchThere’s a great teacher aroundPre
Bailey George,
O how I miss you:
Your shiny black coat with the crest of white on the center of your chest,
Your tiny ears that never seemed to fit your 95 lb frame,
Im sitting in my house and weighing the options.
If I go out, I may get sick, but I have a death wish anyway so bring it on.
If I stay in this house any longer I am going to turn into Jack Nicholson.
I want to see my boy,
Everyday, every minute, every second
I feel like I am worthless
Whatever I do is never good
I feel like I am alone
With no friends
A MILLIONTRILLION MILES FROM HOME,MAYBE IT’S IN PARIS OR ROME,AS THE BELL GOES,DING!DONG!DING! DONG!ALL THE CHILDREN RUSH ALONG, INSIDE THE ROOM IS LIKE AN UNBREAKABLE GLASS COFFIN,WITH WALLS SO HIGH, THEY NEED TO SOFTEN,THEN THE TEACHER ENTERS BY
I released you, my beautiful and passionate
anxiety. I release you. You were my beloved
and hated twin, but now, I don’t know you
as separate from myself. I release you with all the
A stir in a crowd,
a rumble of hundreds
all together for a different reason.
they stumble and fret, moan and groan,
until that one person, decides to go up alone.
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dear college administrators, i am not your average students. I don’t get amazing, star high grades, i am sometimes not a good friend, i may only get a 3.0 gpa but i am not one thing. I am not a failure.
Without my parents, I wouldn’t be here,
That’s obvious, but I mean something else.
If they didn’t come here from over there,
I was told to tie my laces,
And keep my glasses on.
That I needed to stay their paces,
Or end up mowing lawns.
"Be the best now so you'll be the best then!"
Always seemed to be my anthem.
I want him to say this:
"I'm in love with you, okay?
if you're looking for the word that means caring for someone beyond all rationality
Education is key to maturing the mind.
Without it, all of mankind
Would be hopelessly blind,
These days, kids don’t value their education
Some would rather stay home,
Or talk to their friends through the phone
They’d find it easier to take a vacation,
Homework.
After I get home after school I have to do more work.
Homework.
When I get home I plan to relax and sleep.
Homework.
I don't want to do more work at home if I just spent 8 hours at school.
Walking down the hallway,
Looking at the people I see on this day,
There's the Jocks, the Scenes, the Gays,
The Cheerleaders, the Nerds, and the Emos saying "I'm okay",
The Mean Kids, the Tomboys, the Girly-Girls,
4 miles away
I felt the oxygen leave your lungs
I heard you beg for oxygen while you laid on the cracked pavement
One shot was all it took for them to shatter my mentality
Traumatized
Shaking, Crying
not leaving home
because the nightmares keep following you
Keys in your fist
Pepper Spray in the other
I’m so independent,
I could attend my own funeral
and bury myself in the dirt.
“Here lies Isabella,
she died as she lived-
too afraid to ask to be carried.
Her folded legs left her unmarried,
I hear twisted words
Like leaves on a vine.
Words jumbled through punctured ears,
Words people dine
upon.
Vicious, rapid, jumbled they sing.
They catch a flying bird
And twist its wing
With 1800 hands
in my mind,
I carved initials into my eyes.
I turned down my volume
to see vernacular art,
Blinking morse code the way to my heart,
Only to hear you squeak:
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 am not going to write about you.
I am not going to write about him.
I am not going to write about it.
I am not going to write about me.
I want to write about the world.
I want to write about changes.
And here I go again
Off to the books
Soon I'll be weeping on them
Wetting the very pages I hungrily eat through in October
I'll miss how the sun felt on my skin
I climb out my window just to see if I can.
My parents used to be police officers, no joke,
yet here I am in the clubhouse of a legitimate gang.
Yesterday,
I decided
to count my shoes.
I looked to my closet,
calculator in hand.
I'm bad at math,
but I took all honors classes
in high school.
If you asked me
I went to a new school
When I was six years old
One day our teacher got a call
Hide. Is what we were told
Kids went under desks and into closets
Hide anywhere you can!
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 knew you when you were a child,
I don’t recall you,
Although I tried,
Were you were sweet,
While I was wild,
The precious pet of the classroom kind,
An image of a smiling child,
The teacher told me to study more.
My family wanted me to do well in school,
And because of the teacher, my grades began to soar.
Studying soon became a chore,
After eons of rule and omnipotence,
The God’s grew sick of their own importance.
Together they chose to settle down,
And run a school in a tiny town.
After eons of rule and omnipotence,
The God’s grew sick of their own importance.
Together they chose to settle down,
And run a school in a tiny town.
Papers stuffed neatly into their respective folders,
Textbook clenched tightly against my side,
I turn to face the dawn.
My mother stands against the light.
O what a charming blue day!
Twittering birds had so much to say
But much duller inside,
where boredom did hide,
The Shorter Days
Sitting in a classroom,
Staring at the clock;
Why does the day feel
So long?
A flashing of emerald trees fly by,
Rusty brick buildings move just as fast, racing the trees.
Sweat drips from a temple, down a neck,
Tangling with short streaky hair.
I've done all the work. I've tried to do everything right.
I graduated high school at 16, and college at 20. Here I am in grad school nearly begging for money.
When I was a boy
sometime ago
I faced a problem
and wanted to let go.
I felt scared
but wasn't sure where
and I was not strong.
I had little courage
I used to get through quizzes really fast.
I never had to study it at all.
However, this phase, it would never last
Until the year of '13 in the fall.
Like usual, I quickly skimmed a book.
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
I keep on spiraling again.
Veins palpitate, aching like the
Desire of an obsessive
Heartbeat.
Perpetuations of the future abyss,
Ceaseless paths and choices do so
Remind me of
I used to wake up next to you,
But now my concrete eyes struggle with your absence.
All that’s left is empty space,
As I wake up,
I notice that I am in a bed
With somebody leaning over me
Saying good morning sleepy head
Wow that's very lame
I know, grow up
I hope this day isn't the same
But hey, I am awake
Learning to read, to write, to speak,
I realized that school was just work every week,
It wasn't that hard, till after 6th,
I realized middle school was no longer a myth,
Not just one teacher, not there's 7,
Benny’s Biography
By: Alexis Seith
im a kind and carefreey kiddo,
and my name is benny hyde.
im sory for my speling
but, you see, im only 5.
my brother-he’s in first grade
When my toes finally poked through
Those converse sneakers from 8th grade
And my shirts got a bit too tight
When the boys stopped wanting to play ball
And the girls just wanted to fight
Study, Study it’s all you do for 12 years
With your head in textbooks, super uncool
Taking notes while the rest of the world disappears
All times is spend on school
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.
As Someone Grows Big,
You Never See What Changes
You Only See Change
Yes, You May Get Big,
But You Only See Changes
Once One Has Done Grown
One is a squirming burrito of tears, laughter and dirty diapers.
At least that's how her mom put it.
Two is much the same, though more mobil,
A day in August;
hot as hell.
mark time mark!
and I'm not doing well.
But I'm doing my best.
and that's very good.
but you're not the best.
My fingers trace the vinly table tops
Eyes peeking out over the tops of too big glasses
Sitting in a too big room
The teacher keeps talking
My fingers trace the vinly table tops
Eyes peeking out over the tops of too big glasses
Sitting in a too big room
The teacher keeps talking
Sitting at the edge of the warm, welcoming bed
Watch the shadows creep their way under to door.
Those fearful eyes, latching at their nonexistent movement
Last class in seventh grade. The chess piece was left behind. While the other chess pieces roamed out to the battlefield and never heard from them again. However, one chess piece survived. But had to do somthing To repel course to Hope! With digni
The biggest lie I ever told myself was that I wouldn't stay up too late
Studying or doing work.
Now that I'm on my senior year of high school all of that
Went out the window.
Was always scared to talkHardly ever showed my emotionsHated being called on duringclass in fear of being wrong
Was always scared to talkHardly ever showed my emotionsHated being called on duringclass in fear of being wrong
It was my junior year of high school,
the world seemed so small.
Just me my friends and family,
until summer ended and it was back to the roll call.
My teacher was a French lady,
Students
Aren't human
Schools only pretend
To give a shit
And be prudent
Because in their eyes
You're only a statistic
Dear Shakespeare:
‘Tis One P.M.
The Clock tick-eth slowly
‘Swounds!
My face is all a-glower
In this lone, tort’rous hour
Oh, agony! Oh, villain!
Oh horrible deed,
New school,
butterflies,
bright-eyed,
i'm just a teen.
SAT prep,
long nights,
car drives,
i'm just a teen.
third year,
FAILED TESTS,
Studying Muddying
Sipping my cup of joe
Working so hard until
The dead of night.
Thanks to my work, I’ve no
Availability
It is so challenging
Staying upright.
Tickity Tockity
Education
Its to prepare you for the icy cold grip the world has on you.
"once you leave here they wont be as forgiving" they say
they say.... but that doesnt mean their right.
Dear adults,
This is a call to action,
Every kid is looking for their passion,
It is time that we take action
But we are splitting kids up into factions
Making the world composed of common core
Hands cold.
Sweat beading across my forehead
but
too numb to properly feel it.
Deep breaths.
Inspirational quotes.
"The only thing we have to fear
is fear
itself."
I stood firm on the sands of time.
Mind fresh, troubles having no rhyme.
What did I have back then to lose?
A new stage of life to bemuse.
I speak of my first days of school.
proceeding I knew not one rule.
I used to be creative
Then I went to school
I used to play outside
Now the air's too cool
I used to have ambition
Living unrestrained
But now my will's been missing
It's the same thing everytime.
A presentation is assigned.
Names starting with "A" are the worst.
I know I will be called on first.
And sure enough, without a doubt,
My feet pitter pattered as I walked towards the stage.
My hands are starting to become clammy.
I wonder, should I walk back or engage?
Numbers, express, fractions, percents the fear with my hands being sweaty.
Teacher asks, " Deloria what is the answer"? Of course, I freeze all I can think is zero.
School. Absolutely not.
"GO" I heard Him say
So Large
Too Large
"GO"
Lonely brain in an extroverted body
"GO"
I went.
Wait...
She likes the same things as me?
Hands raised in a manilla classroom
Walls plain, littered with 20th-century posters
Faces unamused, drifting into unconsciousness
Why am I the only one?
Why don't they give up?
I already know how bad I've done
But all I say is ‘suck it up
No one cares that's It's hard
I sat by myself in the cafeteria of my new school
when a girl came up to me and offered me friendship.
She was a social pariah and yet all I had.
I accepted the hand she held out to me...
I sat by myself in the cafeteria of my new school
when a girl came up to me and offered me friendship.
She was a social pariah and yet all I had.
I accepted the hand she held out to me...
I can still hear it ringing in my ear
It’s been months now, but I still can’t shake the fear
Tears roll down my face
Thinking back on the time when I was all but safe
I still remember the stormy weather
How to live
I mean survive
in school.
1. Show up.
Show up to the first day of the rest of your life.
Show up to your future.
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I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water
And letting myself get carried away into the deep end.
I couldn’t find it in me to save myself
Because I never learned how to swim.
I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water
And letting myself get carried away into the deep end.
I couldn’t find it in me to save myself
Because I never learned how to swim.
Oh my heavy heart
Racing heart
Defeated heart.
Knees weak
Eyes bleak
And oh how desperately I seek,
Can I be afraid of change
if I am miserable where I am?
Years swept past me
and I let myself rot,
until I realized the role I play.
Should I be afraid of leaving
the only thing i have ever Known?
There is a man of in(decision)
Or not that it is that
He is a man with (one) vision
He has but one goal
He is always decent on the (test)
How do I put these things into a cup with two handles
It's far too enormous
Ho do you expect me to be a genius
When I am not a bell
How do you expect me to come out the best
How do I put these things into a cup with two handles
It's far too enormous
Ho do you expect me to be a genius
When I am not a bell
How do you expect me to come out the best
Years from now
say 2034
I stand around
wanting nothing more
than to be where i am
a place so grand
everything according to
a careful plan
The walls are soft
school is the devil in my heart
to the level i cant chart
school wont let me break free
tell that to my family
i cant breath im under a spell
why cant i leave
all i can hear is the school bell
It's So Easy, You Can Do it, Don't Be Stupid.They Shout Over And OverCompletely Unaware ThatIt's Not Easy, I Cant Do It, I Am Stupid.I Constantly Struggle To UnderstandTo Get It RightTo Pass The Test
When I wake up early in the morning. It's most horrible moment, which is so hurting. When I wear school uniform It's most horrible moment when I am said to go to hell by my mom.
Deep in long and narrowInfront of stupid teacher as ghostInside four walls of classesSomewhere my dream is lost
I love the teachers that teach,
The teachers that write in scrawling letters that
Dance around the whiteboard with colors clashing.
My friend waves a phone in my face and huffs.
It's a brand new girl everyday.
My friend points and judges this girl with anger.
She finds flaws in each and every way.
I am a soldier.
Fighting a war I never enlisted in,
a fight I don't wanna lend another fist in.
I am a soldier...
Standing on the battlegrounds of war
praying to God saying I can't do this no more.
Piece for the walkout
In all this damnass cold
You and I create,
Bicker, conclude, articulate.
In all this damnass cold
Stupid
Slow
Dumb
Does it show?
Talentless, gallant-less
Humiliated
Hated
Stop saying school is cool
i am human...
I ask my parents for advice, I dont ask them to beat me
I am human...
I get in the bus, they throw my backpack through the window
I Am human...
O Julia, do you remember elementary school
Where every one of us was a young fool
Drunk on youth although we couldn't drink yet
Free from the constrains of student debt
Gee, Julia, elementary school ruled.
"Finish your apps,
get A's at school,
write all your college essays early- don't be a fool."
So much stress
is constantly
build ing.
She grew up in a home
where every grade mattered,
where “A” stood for average,
and anything below 100%
was not good enough.
She grew up in a school
Wayward students bobbing aimlessly
Wanderers, idle, unfocused, undisciplined
“heads up keels down; keep your bearing”
Vigilant and watchful - ever watchful
I felt trapped,
Four walls, a prison with no escape in sight.
I was scared, and I never learned my crime.
My cellmates would laugh and talk as if nothing was ever wrong,
Last November,
We all got the call,
From our school,
To warn us all.
Last November someone wrote:
"I'm going to shoot the school up on Friday".
No one believed it to be a joke.
Eyes dull, downcast
No longer looking for acceptance
Reserved heart as you begin class
And then weeks pass
A spark! How?
This free space you carved
for each dull, downcast eye
The Older Boys
I had always felt younger
than all the other boys.
My pretty pink Strawberry Shortcake bicycle, and
long dirty blonde hair.
The room is silent,
but for the endless scratch,
Of pens and pencils on paper,
Words flowing from minds,
Through the hands,
Out the pen,
Traces of ink in gleaming rivers,
The endless scratching,
1, 2, 3
It was only you and me,
Sure, there was a crowd,
Other students screaming loud,
But it was only me and you,
A lovely pair of two.
3, 4, 5
You reminded me I was alive,
1, 2, 3
It was only you and me,
Sure, there was a crowd,
Other students screaming loud,
But it was only me and you,
A lovely pair of two.
3, 4, 5
You reminded me I was alive,
Prisons are made of organized interactions
Just like us humans living in segregation
Moving in an organized motion
But I’m a daydreamer I tend to escape the illusion
Strive for science yet live for art
Mother teach me through practical and passionate experience
Help me allow them to bend and morph with my soul
You guide my choices and I follow through
Since I was young I wanted to put on a show,
I didn't know what but I wanted it to flow.
The type of hero that could take down any foe,
Something this dark world could see shine and grow.
Since I was young I wanted to put on a show,
I didn't know what but I wanted it to flow.
The type of hero that could take down any foe,
Something this dark world could see shine and grow.
"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.
At the early hour
Hearts are still
Echos are devoured
The air is chill
This campus is not hers
She's not the right kind
But she just wants
To get to class on time
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.
They taught us in school the simple things also that we are to peruse our dream. That were all different in our own way, it was something I learned the hard way.
I hate you, and I can't stand up to you
You represent everything that I hate about this world
You are the epitome of evil
You are the living proof of why no one wins by playing fair
Everyone loves the tough guy
Eyes glazed over like there's a dead girl
inside a barely functioning body.
It makes people uncomfortable,
but most never question why,
like bad stuff doesn't happen in this neighborhood.
Put that gun down
Young one.
You may be feeling red,
But you’ll be seeing red.
If you use that there gun.
It won’t solve
Nothing.
But cause a whole lot of
Dread,
The god awful sound of terror sweeps into your mind. You can't wake up from reality it keep you between your morality.
I'm only so young, everything's new I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I have these two friends...
In school, they both have goals and dream.
Both got pregnant at eighteen.
Sweet girls that fell victim to all of the lies-
Of “Love” they thought they had from other “Nice Guys.”
A "Dr. Ballard" introduced a classof teens to poetry one winter's daylike this: ignoring band kids' brashest brassand waving students' idle chats away—below the ground, before the board he asked,
I don't remember when I first heard the word
I don't remember when I first knew what it meant
I don't remember anyone telling me
From the way you describe it,
You learn to think the way they do.
Dark, bright, happy, sad, it feels like a hit,
To the way they write about the wind to the way the cows moo.
Poety has taught me
Many wonderful things.
From songs,
To haikus,
Each has given to me
A different view
Of the world.
Songs breathe rhythm
Into flat words
And limericks
Why are the words I write more powerful than the voice I have been given?
My grandmother says God has provided me with ears to listen, and a mouth to speak, but my hands were never assigned a task.
Why are the words I write more powerful than the voice I have been given?
My grandmother says God has provided me with ears to listen, and a mouth to speak, but my hands were never assigned a task.
sometimes i write Letters
Letters that will never be given
Letters that will never truly live
Letters that will be hidden
or perhaps just thrown away
Letters that will be read by no person but me
I see her walking
down the hallway
She doesn't see me
Or she does
but doesn't bother noticing
She's smiling
And she's laughing
And she's so
Happy
I wish I could be
Bleeding onto pages
its heart has been pirced
An aversion to the spill
They say the felt feels
too loud to see
The crimson color
Makeing meanings unclear
Only blue or black
There is a feeling that many students get at least once, usually during exam season. It’s the kind of feeling where you just don’t care anymore.
Period one
I feel hungry as always
Though I just had breakfast
I push through
Period two
Hunger still
When will it be time to eat?
I push through
Period three
I look into my past through old poems.
each yellowing page
telling another story of that sadness;
dark and full of worry.
I read and learn from them now;
School sucks,
honestly so.
It is with deep regret
that I must go,
into the fortress of forced knowledge,
Where I'm forced to cry in the bathroom.
How is this supposed to feel?
After so many days of stress,
Rest hardly feels real.
It's something I can't assess.
I feel like a sphere.
Each task causes me to compress,
I wake up each morning and prepare for a war that is not mine to fight.
My backpack strapped to my body like a casual wear bullet vest,
Dear Mr. Toscano,
What be better joy
Than to form a gaming club
To make a school hub
Collin Brown
Dear School,
I don’t remember what it’s like to be refreshed.
To wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
And a can-do attitude.
Dear Uncertain Teachers,
You may have noticed some features
some things I'm insecure about
but I'm here to tell you without a doubt
that I am a boy.
What if you taught us how to learn?
Instead of having us memorize for tests at every last turn.
What if you encouraged our individuality?
Instead of having us spout out the human anatomy.
Dear future me,
I hope that you're smiling.
I hope that you can say
that you're happy without lying.
Why am I like this?
Why do you act like you care?
Why do you look and stare?
Why don't you help me?
1/30/18
A boy at the highschool down the street from mine killed himself.
It's sad, I know.
But I'm not sad, I'm livid.
Dear Pa,
Never wrote a letter ever.
I’m told e-mail’s just not the same.
OK, here goes.
Once my friend’s mom made me a lunch
Never had I ever felt so very touched
Simple gestures go such a long way
Especially when it’s by such surprise
Smiling and carrying it proud
I wish they knew how it feels to be me.
I wish I could cry for help, fall to the ground and…
I wish they knew that award ceremonies are lose-lose situations
I love you.
Even though I could not touch you.
Even though I could not see you.
Even though I could not hug you.
I love you
Even though I could not name you.
Even though I could not sing to you.
Dearest seven year old thoughts,
you’re stupid
unrealistic
hypocritical,
but it is not your fault.
The false words that teachers forcefully feed-
words that they do not even believe!
Dear Anxiety,
It seems strange to be writing to you
When you feel just like another part of me,
An extra appendage that I can’t amputate
Dear School Board,
You threaten me with your words
With your long sentences of gibberish and peanut butter
Silent, hollow bodies contrived of metals
Locked and held within iron cells
Venting frustration upon hungry bipedals
Steals, steals, steel, but nevel sells
One might as well eat some flower petals.
Dear User of Me,
You walk right past
not a word said.
In the summer,
I almost saved your soul
from the wrath of a blue-haired lady.
But, mama said no and held me captive.
hello,
in this letter to whoever,
i'm not sure what to say.
i rarely get to speak my mind;
never more than once a day.
and my list of friends is limited
and is set in stone.
but here
Three semesters ago
I was assigned a poem for an English grade
I was excited because I write
I write often
I write fluidly
But I found that, when I had to
I could not write at all
My life is not a number,
Or a letter on a page.
It's more than any words I say.
I am more than just a name.
I am worth more than my salary.
I am not some porcelain doll.
New Home,New Faces
Past and Present, blur together
Voices echo, All is the Same yet it has changed
Dear Aunt Cathy, this was my day
It started in an unusual way
My alarm rang, it screamed and it blared
Nobody else in my family cared
It was my own job to shut off that thing
Dear Destroyer of Motivation,
You are a shapeshifter. A manipulator.
You can appear harmless,
like a sweet humming in my ear.
You can be found anywhere.
In phones, my bed, the stars.
You are limitless.
It was the way he chewed on his nails until his fingers were raw.
the way he trembled and studdered and looked around
like he was watching out for something.
She's in a new world
Lonely girl, where are your parents?
A new area, so familiar but never explored
Adventure awaits those who seek it
She's taking the next step, just as useless as before
I’m so close to the end.
I dread,
and dread,
and I agonizingly dreaded
to go to that school
all these years.
Dear School,
I love you, let me tell you.
I must make that crystal clear.
But things have to change now
as we begin a new year.
You can't just ignore my questions
Dear Loneliness,
I remember how you came into my life at the age of nine
When all my friends stood together at the front of the lunch line
last october
english class
our gaze meets
you smile and turn away
this moment, haunting my thoughts for days on end
I twist everything I've heard you say
making myself believe you like me
Hi, my name is Faith.
I am a 4.0 student
I went home today, and my mother asked me
how school was.
Hi, my name is Faith
Hey, Mr. Senator,
Can you not see
This isn't how learning is supposed to be
Just take it from me,
Under each eye, there's a lavender-shaded valley
We are competitors
Everyday at the mark of 7:10 AM,
the bell chimes for our competition to begin
We compete for the front seats to take better notes
We compete for the back seats to sleep discreetly
Students are not reaching their full capacity,
Some think it's because they have the audacity,
To sit and watch their life spiral down.
The shelves nudge my hips as I pass.
They are jam-packed with too many books to count,
But I do. I count them all.
Their pages are rough and worn.
They hold memories of eras I long to visit.
Isn’t it strange how the numbers and lies
Oddly determine so much of our lives?
Acronyms seem to possess all our thoughts,
Tying our lives into untidy knots.
Everyone tells us the next step is prep:
Why?
Why must you spurn me so?
Your words harsh and cold.
Why must you abandon me?
Leaving me lonely and melancholy.
Why must you taunt me thus?
Childish insults stripping my confidence.
Your alarm clock starts to yell at youTelling you the morning has arrivedYou argue,Burrowing into the blankets wishing for more,More time,More warmth,But the sun is peaking over the smoky mountains
Dear Seniors,
Sometimes instead of putting down your stupid small town
That nobody has ever heard about
In the depths of Ohio,
You should appreciate it.
Dear Seniors,
Sometimes instead of putting down your stupid small town
That nobody has ever heard about
In the depths of Ohio,
You should appreciate it.
Another new place;
Another new road.
Another new school;
Another new home.
Each move just the last.
Pack up your clothes;
Pack up your shoes.
Pack up your books;
It was the way he chewed on his nails until his fingers were raw.
The way he trembled and studdered and looked around like he was watching out for something.
Fidgeting and stumbling on his words,
As I sit in my chair, typing away at my computer, I feel eyes, watching me. Not bad eyes. No harm is intended, I can tell. But someone, perhaps more than one person, watches me.
Dear Graduates,
We are born of the world.
So introspective.
So divine.
Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles
and daily routines,
Dear Lord, I'm higly stressed,
Please help me on this test
Amma do my best and let you handle the rest
Dear Lord, please help me on this test
Because if I don't pass, I'll be a mess
Lord, feel my chest
Dear 15-year-old Bellla,
College is rad. College is bomb.
I am having the time of my life at Arizona State.
Why did I have to wait?
My classes are going very well.
My friends are swell.
In burning cold, and crowded rooms
us children "learn" from those of you
those of you who melt our minds
by having us sit and not express ourselves
I myself, I want to sing
I want to yell and be free
Dear Mr. Willis,
Last year I found you
Dead on your doorstep
with your hand
Just out of reach
Of yesterday's newspaper.
Your neighbors say they didn't notice.
How can you not notice
We let these kids just sit and wait
In school and not participate
they step
they stumble
they trip
the fall
Kids laugh and keep walking down the hall
Teachers don't try to intervene
Curriculum's are set based on trials from various students, but none of those students are me, or you or the person down the road.
Dear High School,
I wish that trying hard was enough to please you.
I wish that the hours I spend stressed were enough to "succeed".
Do you know that I have spent hours crying over you?
Dear School,
I apologize for my absence today.
I would never miss on purpose.
But just last night, I felt I had
A case of yersinia pestis.
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
My nerves shatter does it really matter
Everything's a blur It's too bright my stomach turns
Closing my eyes i put my head in my heads and sounds you can't hear are driving me batty
In one ear and
Out the other
Listening skills,
They lack
Have to ask one another
A question that
The teacher just answered.
Act as if you know
To the next class you will go,
Apply.
Cry.
Repeat.
Apply.
Cry.
Repeat.
Applying to college,
Seems so awfully trying,
While I’m whining,
About something that seems,
So distant.
yes i have been blessed with this life that has been given to me
but i've been so stressed that its killin me
i fell like i have been deprived of the one thing that s mine
and that is my dream to susceed
I sit in this small room surrounded by young men and women
I look behind my shoulder and see my girl
A young delicate jewel who shines above all others.
She wears no paint, as many do to make themselves apear as jewels.
I love how your hand fits in mine, I love how your smile can light up a room, I love how your eyes shine in the sun light, I love when your Eyes meet mine. You are the Ronald to my Hermine.
My freedom escapes me,
so separated by clumps of grasse
My freedom is lost,
to the cages of pavement
This is for my baby, that I haven't met yet.
At first I was scared and didn't even want to believe it.
The test said positive.
I took 3 more to be “sure”.. But I still wasn't.
Because I love you
I'm willing to get a B.
My GPA can drop,
my deadlines pass.
My dead eyes pass over
yours and brighten.
My bright responses deaden
as my hands hold yours.
Tick...Tock...Tick
Just breathe
Keep calm
You got this
You studied for hours
Wait is it A or B?
Wait what does this even mean?
Did you really study enough?
Was four days enough?
Mama, I hope that you’re proud of me.
I hope you’re proud of the way that I slave every day
And how sometimes I pray
Even though I don’t believe in a Jesus.
In a Crisis, not to pretend
Ease with then
Find What I intend
Not quick to defend
I pour out my soul in the lions den
Where only the strongest ascend
Into higher heights
We had a connection
A connection that would not be cut down
Not even for the life of me.
A week went by and you questioned why it was you
I just thought you were pretty cute
Everyday I go to school to learn things that will never be applicable to my life as an adult
Bored with nauseating integrals and forgetting Styx and green anxiety and the need to cry when
An empty classroom,
The buzz of a fly against the windowpane
Overlooking bright wheat fields and dust and sky,
The scent of musty carpet and new paper in her nose,
We used to be inseparable,
But that quickly changed.
When he came along,
By you I became estranged.
We all day sit in little rooms
with our robot brains
taking in and putting down
everything you say.
Posters crowd on every wall,
and stare into your soul
telling you what to eat and think
She sat in her 1994 Geo-Tracker, in the school parking lot--
feet on the dash and all.
She was sipping on Robitussin, and smoking a cigarette.
Work harder for your dreams
They say.
Believe me, if effort was success
I'd be rich.
Instead I'll punch the clock,
Do the job,
Do the other job,
And studdy the trade all night
So that one day
Wake up! Cling to the hours of the day,
You're going to wish you had laid
Down sooner, before the sun said hello.
Pace, faster, keep from running disaster,
You're final goals you're after,
Waking,
Brushing,
Combing,
Walking,
Rushing,
Running,
Breathing,
Working,
Sweating,
Eating,
Swimming,
Breathing,
Writing,
Reading,
Laughing,
There is a fragile world with a city made of eggshells.
Alas,
The ground is always cracked
And the people are made of glass.
The scholar and his studies
dozes off to sleep
but not to dream...
for the scholar is weak
and his mind is weary
all at once he subjugated to overwhelming force
only to sleep
Back to school.
Back to 3 am ice cream runs and coffee running through my veins.
Back to word limits and pop quizes.
Back to study groups that aren't really study groups.
Pencils placed in pouches,
Books placed on shelves,
My brain is full of spider webs-
From a summer spent so well.
Time to get to work,
And register for classes.
The days are getting darker still,
Once upon a time,
in a land far away, kids
slept more than five hours a night. Kids
had more than a cup of coffee for breakfast. Kids
hung out with their friends after school.
I lean against the locker,
Hard and cold on my back
Breathing in and out,
Keeping it in track.
She's coming for me.
My fingers have gone brittle
and I bite them to the bone.
And you glance at the date
And the clock in the corner;
It’s already getting late.
Your eyes are tired,
Summer is what kids want, but don't need
We want summer because without school we feel freed
Yet as we continue to grow
And my tears begin to flow
I'll miss it so.
But when we become teens
[(I was 15 at the time I wrote this.)]
Because I'm not like you,
you fear me,
you hate me,
you torture me.
I refuse to be like you.
I fear you,
I hate you,
I run from you.
My name is...
Well who cares, anyway?
Who has truly cared as to whether or not my mouth formed words?
I was an outcast,
A weirdo,
A lame boy,
Geek,
Nerd,
Goggles...
Sunshine hurts my eyes.Why am I up this early?Oh yeah, I have class.
Sunshine hurts my eyes.Why am I up this early?Oh yeah, I have class.
You have no love for me!
As the concept of admiration
Seeps through teeth of a mouth at grin.
Just as an angry shade of red
Would color spotted grief
Upon the face of the cruelly
Disfigured.
Is it really that time of year,
the day is coming, the day I fear,
the day, the day we go back to school,
but how can I become more cool?
I know the perfect way!
so what do you say
homework or youtube?
i’m focused the
Computer not
comprehending
whether or not i
am truly thinking
about what i am
Will they ever know how much they mean to me?
How even on the hardest days they could make me smile?
When I was at my worst
when I had no reason to go on,
when I was done with the world,
Dear School,
You think we're made up of grades, test scores and quizzes;
You tell us to love learning when all it does is kill us when we have a bad day or bad year or bad brain
You told me to stop
Don't be creative
Be mechanical, logical
No imagination
My pencil scratches
Across the paper
My eyes are glazed
Are you excited to have a driver's license that can increase your freedom of movement in Alberta? If yes, then start preparing for the test as the process is not at all easy.
Work your butt off,
They all say,
No one cares about the struggles.
Oh, you will make it,
But only if you try.
No one sees the struggle,
the pain, and anguish we all go through.
Roaming In the hallways not quite belonging
Squeezing Into a space, where there was never place
I am not alone In this daily struggle
Uninspired
Unwelcome
America has never been great
I banged my head against walls
To get out of school
Because I couldn’t face my abusers anymore
Ready aim, After the frst few days
She walks up coated in chocolate and then says
what is it that you claim and why do you live in vain
Just caught up on how devine she looks as I think
An untold story finds itself, dusty
That childhood story you once knew
Peeking out on the shelf
Holding Brother's Grimm Tales of the Billy Goats Gruff
And Cinderella
No to the DBQs.
No to the dialecticals.
No to the derivatives.
No more.
No to the research projects,
the industrial revolution, and
activation energies.
No more.
7:53
The door closes behind me and I slip in,
Unnoticed, hopefully,
And granted free.
Late.
They walk in late.
"Sign the clipboard."
Stamp of feet as the herd obeys.
The class is a Place to be.
When i Look Outside.
I See People drinking Hennessey.
Whats this, they supposed to learn.
This is to Show you what they really missed.
And hiss.
Amazing to grace!
Happy!
Very Intersting!
I feel down!
Not a very good feeling
I should speak.
But i don't want to toy with it
Nor do I want to break it!
Never been loved the way for one gives it
Never been hugged the way for one craves it
Undesirable? Glad to be proven wrong
Life has changed since for one had moved along
Bullying seems only to me to be
The single thing that’s keeping me from you, but not you from me
You laugh at me, you push and shove,
I run home crying, to pray to the man above
Ask him to help, in any way he could
Hello? Open your eyes
Do you not see how talented you are?
God-gifted and yet
you still fuck up this far?
Open your mind
Do you not see that you have this thing called
P O T E N T I A L
My proclamation?
This is what I've got;
My motivation?
Consider it shot;
My concentration?
Lost it on the spot;
My procrastination?
Worse than you thought;
My generation?
Rest with these, I stress relieve
The worst of Me
Lie and commit sins with ease
I know just who to please
I best believe
But ask for the better cause?
As it thaws
Eyes burnt and veins red,
By 3am dreams of life are dead,
Is that a trumpet I hear?
The sound of the end, freedom from despair,
Take me to thee, take me please,
This pain hunts me, I’m under attack
My name is Regan,
And I'm pretty smart.
I might be small,
But I have a big heart.
Sometimes I'm quiet,
But it's time you hear it.
I'll work hard for you
And show school spirit.
every day, wake up early.
every day, eat a tiny breakfast.
everyday, leave for work.
Sometimes late.
Sometimes early.
Never happy about it.
Get home
mope.
Three hundred sixty-four days plus one
I was a different version of myself
17. 100
The old system consists of tired, old buttons
My highest aspirations
The ones I hope no longer to be dreams
Threatening with apparitions
Visible and dark beams
Coming to induce fear or perhaps redeem
Sweeping away the emptiness
To listen, or not to listen? That is the question
Whether it is right to listen to the sound of others
Following what they believe to be of sound mind
Or to take a stand for one's own thoughts,
Pull the rope from either end
Watch it fray
and snap
and destroy from within.
Then squeeze the ball at its very core
Till it’s a flat disk,
with a pop,
then a ball no more.
Only yesterday feeling eight or three,
But here I am, turning seventeen.
So many changes have happened in the past year,
The question “What is the meaning of life?”
Is like asking the question, “What do all poems, taken together, mean as a whole?”
You search for a single meaning through the entire realm of possibility
Its not just a grade,
It is my future.
No more time to delay,
I need to make a choice.
My book flys open!
I skim the page-
Words are written
down on a page.
I found my real friends
Marketed an iPad app
And stressed for college.
(What's new?)
Classes, assignments
presentations in particular,
they get us so stressed out.
Let's stick with the presentations, for the moment
and think about this:
how prevalent the fear of public speaking is.
I've gotten one semester through
The months left for summer are few
In the second semester I vowed to do my best
I got a hundred on my first test
My grades are all excellent, phew!
Growing up is hard,
and even harder when you are an aspriring bard.
Life moves on, even if you can't.
Please catch me if I rant,
but I don't want to disappoint anyone.
The pressure, it weighs a million tons,
when i first walked into the doors that led to the
next chapter of my life (high school by the way)
i was a fresh new me who thought i would make
the best grades possible and go to harvard but
Jumping into the year with exectations so high
Played football but got out because my school work was too severe
Tried out for the basketball team didn't make it
The brain is a marvelous thing
full of numerous files
from long ago, and yesterday
loads of info it compiles
The center of it all,
it gives me instructions
brilliant mastermind,
A year go I wanted to die
I didn't try
My father loved drugs more than me
I wish I was carefree
But reality was reality
Every Day of school was another day of loneliness
Always seeing other couples in each other’s caress
Passing by the same scene every day
Dear I Was,
Childhood ended
Adulthood is still far away
But still a Teen
Life was a bully back then
These classes are higher than stormy waves,
And are taught at such a hasty pace!
I know, the teacher never promised me all A’s,
But will they offer very little grace!
I started 2016 like every other year
Like a sigh of relief at dawn
when you see the new days sun rising
I found confidence this year
What do you want to do with your life?
What is your major?
How do you like college?
Large family gatherings on breaks
I want to teach.
Make a house out of the bricks you have, they said,
But I didn’t know how to put this all in my head;
Raise the roof with only one hand, they cried.
Three, two, one...
I dive straight in, and I hear
the commotion and clouds of confetti,
I come up in a new year.
Seat belt, please -
Anxiety, nervousness,
I'd like to give a base for my deviance
And like the Founding Fathers
I'd like to site my grievances
I see all these people with their heads in the sand
Wondering why they're lost and saying
Senior Year: Second semester
College freshman: Second semester
Prom, graduation, ditch day, freedom
Fear, home sick, scared, broken
A year of love and excitement
The words echoed in my head."Mommy has breast cancer." Tears.Here and there they fell, yet always in secret.The helplessness consumed me.A picture of death branded into my mind.This lasted for weeksand weeksand weeks.Grades fell.I stopped eating.
2016 began..
And all I knew was that I was a sophomore in my second semester in college
Have I discovered who I was yet?
Probably not..
Am I home sick?
Perhaps
Did I make the right choice..?
I wish that I can make them happy.
I wish I can make it true.
But I wish that I didn't have to procrastinate, but hey what can I do?
I wish I wasn't so privileged.
I wish they understood.
Knowing what I know now, I wish I could start over
I hope this does not carryover
This stress is slowly killing me
It's only a matter till I'm finally free
High school is not all football and dance
To the artists who saved me
Inspired me
But yet still are saving me every day
Thank you
Rupi Kaur
Liberation drove me to the mic
2016, the year that became a personified terror(I lost track of the present a couple of times)
I finished college last year (FINALLY) but I was lost(I went back to school)
Infinite and fleeting,
Rare and abundant,
The scholarship.
Typing,
Endless typing,
Always the same,
With the scholarship.
You match us,
You sort us,
Monkey on our backs,
Fall under pressure, boom! Collapse!
Monkey on our backs,
Make good grades, essays, no time to relax.
Monkey on our backs,
Tick, Tock
Went the clock.
Shuffle, squeak
Went the sneaks.
Papers cover the floor,
Just as often as
Someone slams a door.
The bell is almost near,
Oh why can’t it be next year?
we were happy once
back when we were but children, giggling
at the minute moments
innocent, but ignorant.
not yet accustomed to the term depression
Elated and euphoric as I read 23/25 at the top of the page
YES YES YES
Worthy and filled with pride
Momentarily
The shortlived victory is overshadowed by the BURN that fuels and torments
Christmas, A
Joyful time of the year.
Seniors get anixious,
As the end comes Near.
Appliyng to College.
Acing those Exams.
The time Draws Near.
For them to be accepted to College.
i. seventeen
I am mired in transition, a sense of in-between-ness:
childhood & adulthood,
tradition & assimilation,
No Thank You.
I don’t want the stress.
Senior year, college too
No Thank You.
I can’t deal with it.
Not all of the work.
I am thankful all those people saying I am not good enough, even though I know I am at my best.
I am thankful my father who callled me worthless if I didn't join a program even though I was going for engineering.
Pencil shavings became a sign of accomplishments
A’s became common
Teachers became leaders
School became a creative space.
Glances became kisses
My school has taught me well,
But is it enough?
The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell,
I learned in biology amongst other stuff.
Crucial: a day, year, month in which
I can never turn back.
Now, no turning back does not mean I cannot look forward,
and looking forward does not mean I can't learn from my past.
I'm 20 years old and life's starting to change.
Apartment in January because I'm moving away.
With that comes debt. That's why I'm taking out loans.
$600 a month and if that's not paid, then the doors close.
After a while or two passed
That left me quite distressed
And Stressed about all the trouble
I've let occur, I Laugh.
I mean, you know
This whole faulty show
My body's in school,
My brain's still in bed,
And my soul went to Hell without me.
The bright light of a new beginning,
Crawling turns into walking,
Running to the playground grinning,
Tired
I try to sleep
but the teacher keeps talking
my eyes droop
and I drift
for just a second
there's peace
For just a second
Then I'm jarred awake
I am a radioactive zone.
Danger zone, when I'm alone
In a classroom, in a crowd
Touch and you will perish.
One of those kids who
Thinks too much, who
Writes words on her
We play by each rule. We
Stay in school. We
Study late. We
Wake Up By Eight. We
Review for Test. We
Do our best. We
Write
Write
Write
essay after essay
I'm almost there
just a little bit more
annnnnnd
there
I made it
now what?
where do I go from here
We play by each rule. We
Stay in school. We
Study late. We
Wake Up By Eight. We
Review for Test. We
Do our best. We
If I sat down beside you would you be mad?
It seems everything I do dissapoints you.
I don't mean to make you cry, I don't mean to make you sad.
But every litte thing I do, dissapoints you.
Having been accepted into a college-prep high school,
The exhilaration spread through my body like sparks.
Enrolled as a dual student in a community college,
I spend my days longing and striving for a perfection,I know I can never reach.I spend my nights planning for the day to come,Making goals I'll never meet.I feel I am accepting of others and their beliefs,Given they respect my own.I'm not very wel
My story is a rogue escaping from soldiers of corruption.
My story is an introduction to society’s disruption.
My story is an individual with simplicity to complexity,
Night falls,
The screams began.
Thundering hooves
On the pavement
A high pitched yelp
It’s my own.
My long legs
Running from darkness.
Towards the white light.
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you crush all my hopes?
You took all my hard work
And threw it to the ground
Like it meant nothing.
Do you hate me or something?
Why do you hate me?
Recently, applying for scholarships have become a blur.
The number one question I get is
What are you personal and educational goals?
To me, stating my personal and educations goals seperately
It's six in the morning,
My eyes to begin to bag
But I need to get up-
That breakfast is going to sag
It's time for school
That one time of the year
Where stress becomes real
Some lost
In need of guidance
Seeking an anchor for their will
It is found in institution
Fostering a passion
It sticks it stays
Years and years go under the belt
Shaping adolescent paths
A morning crisp of brezy winds and dark sky,
Excited for what the day holds.
The yellows that travel by,
Never late for the intersection of two fates,
Never missing the chance of the unspoken greetings,
Why bother?
I could just stay
swaddled in my fluffy lilac blanket.
Why even bother?
Everyday is just the same.
tests,
5:30a.m. a prude interupts my rest,
Ignoring it's demanding voice harder against you I began to press my chest,
6 a.m. the prude gets louder, and just to show him something I grab you tighter,
Press start, begin the game.Character creation is all the same.Time to wear the standard armorAnd explore the grounds I adore. Arrive in the kingdom's brandAnd make my way to one of the chestsScattered across the landwhere I store my valuablesTo
Period 1 is a sitcom
Without the cheesy button that simulates laughter
Without the freeze frame in the most awkward situations
Just kidding
The Sun intrudes into my bedroom,
Her rays glare into my face,
With brutal light, its intensity hard to take
I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
Education
Boredom slowly creeps upon me,
Like a fog on top a hill.
My eyes start glazing over,
in my backpack is my lunch sack
it has been rotting for days
and I am afraid
to see what my mom has made
because I know it has decayed
Always with me in need
Warnings they give take heed
Live, laugh, learn and love
Their smiles like a dove
They provide help and encouragement
Their words like a dent
I wake up before the sun,
Finish homework,
Pack a healthy lunch.
Can't waste daylight,
There's never enough.
Can't read by starlight,
There's never enough.
Locker 1453.
I left a part of myself behind your door on the last day of seventh grade;
you wheezed
and sputtered when I opened you,
but I didn't mind; for you had become a strange sort of companion
I go to a school
Kids everywhere
I go to a school
Love nowhere
I go to a school
Some friends somwehere
I go to a school
Hatred everywhere
My alarm is ringing,
I hit the snooze.
My mom is calling,
why won't she stop?
I drag myself from bed,
what to wear today?
I think of the tests with dread,
let me pass, I pray.
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.”
When im suppose to get up at 5:30 in the morning
but i awake before my alarm clock has rung
to see its only 5:20 puts a smile on my face
to see that i get 10 more mintues of sleep
How I greet my day:
Not with a smile spread across my lips
Or an energetic laugh
Making my two friends holler with joy
As I spill out a witty remark.
But rather
With downcast eyes
I’m scared of myself
For when school starts
See, I’m not depressed
But in form time
My mind works overtime
The crisp cold wakes me by nipping my nose.
The sleepiness leaves me from my head to my toes.
I look at the clock and groan so loud.
It’s 7 o’clock it’s time to get up now.
But instead of readying myself just yet,
Back to school, oh to soon.
crowded together in small classrooms.
What's that smell?
"I think someone farted"
Now the class is hyped
because the kid, he just sharted.
Run to the bathroom
School,
what grade do you have?
Mom, I'm tired,
"Go to sleep sweetie,"
But I'm not tired.
Why do I stay up so late?
It's all worth it in the end,
or is it even worth it at all.
In eighth grade, we had Science class together. You had sat in the row behind me until the seats were switched and we became partners.
Do you know what I would give to be partners with you again?
You're sitting on my desk Laughing and joking and talking with those who stand beside the teacher And I would rather be anywhere else Because you are too close, too near, too much for me to handle
Morning has broken the sky is brokenLiving day to day with words left unspokenEating away because we aren't awokenFeeling like our efforts are in vain, they are token
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
I like to learn about myself
I guess I'm arrogant in that way
I guess that
My people
We pray so that some day
We won't have to pray anymore
I guess we
Made our own culture cause
The week has just started
And I'm drowning in a flood
Of papers and anxiety
In homework and insomnia.
The halls are much too crowded,
There is no spaces in the rooms,
My head is over crowded
The instructor said,
Go home and write
A page tonight,
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
The alarm goes off and he jumps out of bed,with a cheery smile he says "Good morning",excited already for the day ahead,while in the shower he loves to sing. He's eager to get dressed and take his medication,already excited he's full of nervous en
What does my homework think of me?
I’m sure it doesn’t like me anymore than I like it…
It sits in a musty folder all day
Waiting for me to pull it out
I'm falling hard, but it's my time to go.
Be who I'm destined to be they say, but what do they really know.
Senior Year.
I've had enough of this crap, I'm done.
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Bam! Hit that snooze button(like a champ!)
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Fine, life sucks, but fine
I crawl out of bed,
realize it I don't want to be late
so I shuffle into some (mostly)clean clothes.
Sleepless nights and restless day
Mind in a fog, almost a daze
School has got me in a craze
Homework and test every week
There they go making plansTo meet up and celebrate as friends.They talk to one another like I'm not there.I'm just an invisible nothing with no one who cares.
the future of america
sits on hard grey seats
in a hard grey interior,
encased in a yellow façade.
we are the chameleons
reflecting our world,
but neither the cheery paint
I was young
And naive
And the school day was long
And arduous.
My library instructor
Loved poetry, thus
All of the small children in her care,
Including me,
Were sat down one morning
Poetry. I hated poetry. Elevated language and misplaced line
breaks
infuriated me. Poems were written by dead white dudes with something to prove and nothing to say.
Then I found William Carlos Williams.
The rostrum is enveloped in dust.
Walking on laminate, my legs are weak, echoing the footprints before me.
A foot catches on wires, serpentine on the glossy platform.
Trembling, I do not crack, I do not turn to stone.
pulling out the drawers, my mind wanders
to adventures & experiences waiting for me
new friends, in a dorm room I've yet to see
I just got out of middle school
Finally free from there
But now have woken up and realized
High school is about here
So now I get to deal with
Adult like drama
Instead of Jake is dating Ella
Going up to children,
we ask what they want to be.
Some say doctor, policmen, firefighter.
Innocence is the real bliss.
Going up to a high school student,
we ask what they want to be.
Does it matter that in the fall
all of us just feel so small?
We rush like squirrels
harboring food
for in winter
none of us know what to do.
In fall school is on the up and up again
I'm still thinking about school......
The statement "it looks good on college applications" is hammered into me
until it becomes a branding, programmed into my brain cells
I had never given much of a thought to poetry.
The kids on the street only hear their own beat.
“Poetry ain’t too slick,” people say.
I believed them.
I love sports because
I don’t have to spell
to be good.
I love sports because
I don’t have to read to excel.
I love football because
when I tackle someone
I’ve assisted my team
I am an emotive voice expressed through pen and paper,
but once was uncapable of being heard
because six plus years of bully beat downs
made fear seal every word.
Seventh grade, my friends left me
All I had to console me was family
A new Taylor Swift C.D.
The melody
School was tough with no seat
No one to meet
When it was time to eat,
It started out as an assignment,
Write this, write that, turn it in,
But, to me, it became something more.
Free poems, no rules, just extras in the assignment,
They became more than just a grade,
Undesirable heartache. The thought of not being able to complete ones ambitions and dreams due to a little, thin, green piece of paper.
A single note
Shatters the room
Piercing, reverberating
Through the soul
Within a single heartbeat
Hundreds of voices join in sync
At first school made poetry seem like a bore
All the poems I had read just made me want no more
But in the end I understand that I had been at it all wrong
At the time, it hurt my mind, and some poems were way too long
You see me on Friday nights
Under all those shiny, bright lights
Yelling for the win.
You'd think I'm the prettiest
That everyone loves to be around me
Every man is a poet in his own way.
Poetry is simply the cry of a heart that wishes to be heard,
its the sigh of the painter,
its the sweat on the brow of the athlete.
It's nice to have people who stick by your side. Who care for you. Who love you. Who hug you. Who teach you. Told you stories and tuck you in at night.
"You can't learn," he says stern.
"You will fail," he preaches.
But is it the fault of the students who can't learn,
Or the man who can't teach us?
What's in a degree for you and me,
Time well spent or time merely lost?
How high a fee, how great a cost!
What's the reward? What can we be?
We strive to be the bosses of our selves,
I started to write poetry
To hide all insecurity
Within my own thoughts and words
I found a sense of security
I grew up around music
Rap artists rhymed lyrically
I attempted to write my own rhymes
This was a visual poem that I had worked on about a year ago as a class project.
The poem is about the overall feeling of being alone that may come with moving onto new things or new places.
In the beginning, there was a moment of silent screams. Everyone wanted me to say the right things. Everything wanted me to act the right way. When words first stained my eyes and ears, life finally began.
Sparkling silence is cast over a room
before the listeners start to swoon.
This poet reads her words so smooth
bringing back her own youth.
The words she says speak
Since we were little we have been told we could be anything we wanted to be
A Doctor, a Teacher, or a Veterinarian.
Sleep deprived, zombie like,as mindless as air and as mechanical as the shifting gears of a manual transmission.Some have a spark in their eye or a bounce in their step;
I can't do it
I can't walk back in there
What if I still get hit?
They still won't care
They still call me fat
I'm still ugly
They'll slam me on the mat
I'm trying...
I can't do it
I had a math teacher
When I was in eighth grade
We' d hang out at his house
And play video games
I thought it was a little strange
I thought he was weird
But, he let us smoke weed
First came love like a roaring fire,
Burning intensely with flames only getting higher.
The roses were bought out of a love so deep.
I stayed up all night missing precious sleep.
I always knew there was something about you
But never had the courage to really know
I would see you here and there
But never would speak to you
A hi and bye
Oh God.
How did I get here
The world has grown to big
I've only grown in fear
This morning.
I swear it was this morning.
I woke in my mothers' arms
I was so big then.
He stood resolutely,
In the winter cold.
The sun climbed behind him,
Glowing bright and bold.
The wind kicked up twigs and leaves
Long dead of chill,
His coat tails flickered up and down,
Welcome to the Pack where
we run together
under the moon-lit sky,
where our padded paws
run throughout the night.
In the forest of the Pack,
community becomes synonymous
with family.
Every year since kindergarten,
We begin with a journal entry.
Entering our thoughts on our day,
and writing for over a whole century.
My identity is mixed and matched
from the roles I play.
I learn something new from each and every one
About them and myself and
The perception of the world
from the stage.
I'm not just a
"Follow your dreams!" they say.
But how do they expect us to do this
When we are meant to fit into the
Cookie-cutter mold that they have made for us.
You need to know,
when I think of you
My tears flow
Like the rain,
But then I remember,
You never really cared.
Sitting down in an empty room.
Trying to do homework, but it's not possible.
Sitting down thinking about school and my grades.
Would it be different if I went to another school?
Two years stuck in the same chair,
On the same computer,
On the same website.
Two years speaking to the same people,
To the sane adults,
To my insane self.
Two years of homeschooling,
School, eat, sleep, repeat
“Mommy, can I go and play with Jenna?”
“No, you must study and never cheat.”
School, eat, sleep, repeat
“Mother, can I have a cookie?”
“Shhh” standing quietly, smiling away, the teachers lead us through the jungle of school. Sit down, take out your pencil and learn.
Can this just be the present
That everyday is
Even with a nemesis
Or without even saying
Wanting the same Even if it's in different shades
Or different context
all the boys be chasin,
even thoe i be take'n,
i say no and start to go,
but they just dont know,
that i'm already dating and i got a boy wait'n,
"How do you feel?"
They ask me
When in actuality
They say
"You better be fine"
I'm so sick
Of being a prisoner
Of this education system
That swears it's on my side
They bark at me.
Attacking me with their words.
Telling me to finish my work.
I do this all.
Earning no wage.
Who knew growing up would be this raging.
The older I get the harder it is.
I would call myself many things before a poet.
The smell of mahogany and rain
Pressed and pleated plaid skirts
And rosaries around our necks
In the morning on the bus
On the way to school
I sometimes get a boner
And it really isnt cool
Cause its hard as a rock
And I dont know what to do
I try to pull my shirt down
Must I live in constant stress
Life like a boomerang
Waiting on the past to bounce back
I am lost
Sitting here writing poetry
Emptying my thoughts
Help me
As I uncover the pain beneath my
This is for the kids who walk in the hallways with thier eyes cast towards the floor
This is for the kids who play alone on the playground during recess, kicking the wood chips beneath your sneakers, waiting for that bell to ring
Art is a passion not meant for a career,
Art is a gift I hold most dear.
Close to my heart it's all I can give;
Defining my soul-I need it to live.
But the future is coming, and coming down fast
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
It's Benchmark time again
Let the pain begin
Let the boredom sink in
And your thoughts turn grim
We thank you gods of state
For the test we now take
We will try not to shake
Life at times can be very strange
and can make you feel like you don't belong.
There's no colors, only beige
but I know that you are strong.
I wanna make a difference
like no other has.
I walk into the library, but I do not read.I make lists and lists for someone else to read.They may read it on time, or they may read it late.Am I a student or a teacher? I walk into the classroom, ready to learn.But sometimes I don't.I carry pape
Days,Blending,My body moves without me giving any direction,I don't think,I just move,I feel hollow,Empty,A drone drifting the halls of her own sadness,Day in,Day out,
Unknown to you, teacher, I'm here to say the class hates it.The way you teach, and how many things you can assign in a week.The class hates you, we have no need to debate.Because every day we sit there, quietly.
Midnight
I hold my head in my hands and I let my thoughts chew away at my spirit
Click click click
My fingers fly on the keyboard
The work is never done
I’m unimportant
11
10
Wake up. 5am. Pack up the tent and put on the boots.
Wake up. 7am. Pack a lunch and put on the plaid skirt.
Scavenge. Good walking stick. Sturdy, smooth.
Scavenge. Solid breakfast. Fruity Pebbles, again.
Scared, worried, alone;
Emotions flooding my concious.
These feelings won't subside.
Almost like waves crashing against the shore,
Of that lonley island I sat on.
My world is turning,
Hold on let me think..one thing I can't live with out? Is Knowledge.
One thing I can't go without is knowledge.
Everybody knows that knowledge is power.
If we have knowledge then the world is ours!
Stress is my weight
Worth more in gold
Stress is the world
Of which we create
And condem
I create today for a grade
I create today for my A
I create today for the stress
The day is long, its prospects dreary, and in this state I’m weak and weary.
I have no drive and no desire; I need something that will inspire.
Of movement and of thoughts I’m leery, yet to my mind there comes a query:
If I was stranded on a island
The one thing I simply couldn't live without is
My family
God, friends, and my girlfriend are all considered my family
I can't bear the fact that people around the world are;
motivation lines the walls
blank stared faces down the halls
something prideful somewhat lust
being a criminal is a must
Bored to the farthest point
Mind spacing, skipping along
Not really obtaining the lecture.
Words flowing around the room
Hitting others' faces and paper
Remembering every last word.
If those walls could talk,
I know what they'd say;
It'd be no comfort to families,
Whose lights've gone away.
For when sky fades to black,
And blues turn to grays,
And gun's life-taking crack,
This is where i make my music, this is what i use to find what i need,
If my little bro or me cant find an answer, my macbook is my tool to find it with speed,
This room is full of delicacies want for consumption.It is world renown and with much success with coin.The scent attracts all and the sights they should please...But a problem not yet understood is revealed.
they say learning is meant to be fun and make you happy
but i can't really remember it ever being like that.
it's so cliche and worn out to be complaining about it
but i can't really think of anything else to say.
Pops, you watch too much TV.
I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,
That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.
Pops,
Am I failing?
I'm probably failing.
Did I pass?
Will you look for me?
No wait don't look.
I'm not ready.
Are you sure?
Should I go talk to her?
Did you say I got an A?
Friday—a day that every kid looks forward to because it is the beginning of the weekend
Most kids are excited because it means they can do whatever they want
Grades are the only way to reach the top.
I sweat and work until I hear my pencil drop.
College is a necessity, it's what I need.
Walking in to my class it seems like a nice day
until my teacher decides she has something to say.
She pulls me aside
and slowly I die.
No matter how hard I try to be good,
You're taking French, right?
Oui.
I don't know what that means...
Take a lucky guess.
Parlez-vous français?
Oui, Monsieur, mais juste un peu.
So...that's a yes?
Take a lucky guess.
The children are dyingand their mothers are crying.The kid took a bullet through his headright over his bed becausehe dreaded waking upto go to school in the morning.The teachers are scorning the kids
Jumping from my car
I grab at stuff spilling away from my grasp
And I do my best to avoid the unmake-upped gaze
That undoubtedly would appear in the rearview
In a half jog
I pass a middle-aged man
Emerald amber mixes in between
the eyes that I stare into, and pray I am unseen.
Glass fogs and the words appear
to be smudged into my quaking fears.
Nose curved like a bell
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,
There's something wrong with my head.
I don't know what – Just that it's hurting.
It doesn't usually feel so full
That it's fit to bursting and burning.
Education.
It's what we need to succeed.
It's what this world has come to to grow.
It is a piece of paper in the distance.
A diploma as you will, waving in the air.
I’ve always enjoyed reading, writing, learning
But I’ve never enjoyed having to attend school
Ever since childhood, school has made me feel…
The pressure
The anxiety
Creeping up on you
Breathing down your neck
Scholarships
Student Debt
What do I look forward to?
Meals at the caf
Sleeping in the library
Finals
So many stresses,
Day after day after day!
It makes my head hurt!
The pain in my head
Can feel like a volcano
Filling me with dread!
Things I learned in grade school
In kindergarten I learned that if a girl wants to hug you she loves you. And you should probably stay away from her because girls are gross.
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.
Lay here face to my pillow contemplating everything.
Why’d I say that? Why’d I do that?
What will I say tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow?
When a baby walks and falls we cheer yelling do it again! Try again!
When a kid can’t count to 100 he gets helped by his parents.
There is a time in person’s life
That each one of us must conquer
With no way around it
Where we must lay down to rest
Knowing we may never rise again
But each person
Does not cease to exist
Heard it in the hallway,
None knew it floated my way.
They seem to stage whisper,
In tones that are crisper.
What they say is quite alarming
And very much disarming.
Why keep pretending?
My shoulders hurt from studying
I can not stop I can not stop
Through the book I am fumbling
I can not stop I can not stop
My cat comes by
My water spills
My work is wrecked
My cat walks on
The last 4 years of clear all now blur to one.
The last 4 years seem so surreal,
As if I just dreamt,
Is it really from memory?
The ones I've grown to love,
And ones I've grown to loath,
I am putting my summer clothes away
And replacing them with my nice new school clothes.
I put away my sunscreen
And take out my school supplies.
Tommorow is the day that I begin school.
7:36- my alarm goes off and my eyelids are cement walls that are being pried open by a mother who’s only reasoning for doing so is ‘because i want to’
As I stare down the halls
it's not the blankness of the walls
rather the piercing stares
and scornful glares
I'm want to cry
perhaps die
but I continue to walk
and dare not talk
We often forget the purposeof red brick buildingsin the nine hour hurry upand wait
We often forget the purposeof pen and paperin the technicolor dream ofgoogle docs
Sitting down with your thoughts and a new document, you know who you are. Is it dread? Perhaps excitement.
In school
They teach us the syllabus
We listen with diligence
We memorize with our eyes
But we hear things they do not realize
We College Kids. We
ear-buds in. We
American Dream. We
hooked on caffeine. We
procrastinate. We
stay up late. We
deep in debt. We
overslept. We
Lightning cracks ---
I sleep like a sailor all alone on rough seas
The night devils: they torment me
All alone in my lonely dreams
I dream I’ve made mistakes.
Now, ocean water overtakes
Staring over the steaming fumes,prophetic wisps, tendrils of the muck,rising up and twisting in her nose,
Eyes bloodshot,covers torn asunder,an empty bed lays in ruins,
“Pass the test”
“Come on, be the best”
Self-worth on a piece of paper
A guaranteed confidence caper
We blame the students, not the system
Building up an anxiety kingdom
She's not sure which matters
So as voices of conciousness and wisdom enter
They only glide across her ears
inquire at the door of logic's acceptance
and are silently lead through the corridor
The whisper of cloth
Followed by a dull thunk—
Siting down.
The flutter of paper like a butterfly’s wings;
Clicks of pens like gunshots.
Heads bobbing like whack-a-mole
Taking notes—
I.
Throughout my years of unstandardized history classes,
I’ve been taught about Columbus
And Vespucci
And John Smith.
I’ve been taught this country was stolen
From the friendly and naïve.
The focus of school has turned on us
Administators no longer showing student trust.
As a student I call for a change
Of a society open to not-perfect grades.
Students work hard, day and night
I can't go to school today.
I haven't thrown up and I don't have a fever.
I haven't fallen out with a friend, and I'm not trying to skip class because I'm lazy or think it's cool.
The thing about anxiety is
I may look fine from the outside, but
On the inside I am erupting like a volcano.
Except I do not get the privilege
To explode in public.
I am forced to hide the bubbling emotions
"Truly I should be working, no?"
Whispered the little student
"Surly this is what’s right"
She fretted in her mind
"But why should I do it?
Why? oh why? oh why?
Why is it such a stress?
Do well in elementary
To get good high school classes
To get the good teachers
To get a good GPA
To get into a good college
With a good major
To get a good job
To get a good career
A glance around the room is all it takes
Others are at the sane point as you
You see the red puffy eyes
And you can hear the sighs
You wish the day were done
And, clearly, you're not the only one
For fucks sake
I haven't eaten in three days
I am too tired to stay up this late
To do this stupid assignment that I hate
I would rather be digging my own grave
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.
School seems like nothing but a trap in your lap giving you a slap
Nobody knows you have nowhere to go to hide against your foe
Walking in the halways just to get stares anf glares that seem so unfair
I have too much homework to not be doing it right now
It's all in my planner, color-coded based on subject
Maroon is for Calc, Green is for band, Blue is for AP
Black is appointments and meetings, pink is for bio
I am writing poetry about my feelings at school
I do not express them openly because I am cool
I go to school to learn and read cool books
I pretend not to cry cuz it messes up my looks
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.
I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America.
This first line always makes me queasy.
It doesn't sound
I still remember the young girl with the braids in her hair,
Living her life freely without a care anywhere,
Playing double dutch and hopscotch at the park,
Tripping and falling creating scars and marks,
She's afraid to come to school
because she's treated so cruel
Nothing ever seems right when she's there
how can all of this be fair?
She won't take her life because of them
instead she'll fight for her life
You know the nights
where your eyelids droop--
but you don't fall asleep, no,
(you could only wish),
instead you're just numb.
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 once was a girl who fell in love,
over and over with everything in and out of sight.
She never knew how to control her love-
And then the world showed her it’s ways and
Once, long ago,
A girl was filled with the power of believing.
Growing with the love and magic that came with believing,
The graceful girl kindly greeted anyone with open arms.
Winter,
I laid, terrified.
People pass by,
unafraid of what awaits them.
I walked with no purpose.
They burned with confidence.
There’s an underbelly of this school
Not where the cool kids rule
I’m starting to think they run the place
Like some all powerful alien race
Some represent a pool of sludge
I blame it on their hideous pudge
Imperfection. That means flawed.
Doing all that you can day in and day out,
living the struggle.
They see you trying, they don't see you crying when you are staying up late after work.
Back to school brings supply lists from ten teachers a mile long each,
packets of homework an inch thick,
a state test that interrupts math class,
a project due tomorrow,
Everyone says that college
is all about drinking.
That college
is all about sex.
They say college
is the time to party,
Their little girl’s grown
And the years have progressed-
I’ve been tested, questioned, and asked to express
What I feel and how I should react
And now it’s time for the second act-
Time is a vast resource,
Yet not enough remains.
Days pass,
Seconds wasted turn to minutes,
Hours tick by,
Gone now and forever,
Clock that goes round and round,
Seemingly endless string,
On the first day of kindergarten music class, i cried because the teacher asked me to sing ‘my name is rachel’ and i thought it sounded dumb.
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.
Metamorphosis;
The process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form
In two or more stages.
Metamorphosis; maturity.
Caterpillars that eat their knowledge out of Milkweeds
Gibson Archer
I miss the little pleasures in life,
I miss playing in the backyard
I miss playing with matchbox cars
I remember my first day of school, backpack and all.
I remember moving across the country.
I remember seeing a new place and not knowing a soul there.
I remember meeting her, we're still friends today.
So here’s the deal:
You’ll spend 8 hours in a building
where they’ll teach you math and science,
but the only things you’ll learn are to
keep your mouth shut and
They said junior year was the most difficult
Well they were surely wrong
Yes the spring of SAT's and college visits were strenuous
But senior year was strong
My first priority was cross country
My hands fell on morning
Hard leather, cigarettes
Tint midnight memories.
Smoldering red sun snuck
Up on me. Heartbroken
Mother draped in her gown
Waves me off. From my home
Gentle gale, why art thou blowing,For do you know it is scarcely eight in the morning?Instead of focusing on numbers and words,Thou hast tempted me to soar among birds,Free in the sky, without a care in the world,
Nearly three months of joyful bliss,Are soon to be cut short and sorely missed,For tomorrow commences a new era in time,It marks the death of summertimeChildren no longer may bask in the sun,
She said it wasn't easy
but also that it couldn't be done.
I felt like i didn't matter
but in this familial war i've won.
She said I was nothing
But now i've proved her wrong.
I was born in January,
many don't remember because
often my birthday falls on the same day
as civil rights day,
and the oppression of rights is much more important
The College Board.
What a horrid name for an
equally
horrid institution.
It decides our
futures
based on the experiences of our
pasts
to guide our
presents.
It presents us
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
Written by me, but from my mother's perspective, before she passed away.
Today you start school.
All caught up,
Green checks on every lesson.
You don’t even have to set
Do you know what i'm about to do?
As I bend over and tie my shoe.
Mr. Bully
Do you know how I feel?
I wake up in the morning, and my mother hugs me tightly
On the first class meeting of my freshman year,
I was told that when you leave highschool
you are two numbers.
SAT:
GPA:
keep up your grades,
stay out of trouble,
get involved.
I have tripped over luck and stumbled upon tragedy. I find myself stuck in an elevated, praised, honoured institution, full of the most vile and wretched creatures to fill this earth.
There is no disappointment that hurts quite as badly as having absolutely no way of explaining what you'r
A year in and it still feels fresh
yet smells like last fall's rain.
The grass is cut the same but new
feet treck across the green carpet.
Familiar faces line pathways
weaving between brick buildings.
Browsing the internet
Searching for dank memes
Wearing twenty bracelets
While I internally scream
Right is Polite
But these freshmen are so dumb
I'm stuck in a cesspool
School is back,
Waves of fun,
Teachers teach
All day long,
Test and quizes
Reading test too,
Oh my gosh there's so much to do,
I better get started before the day is through
The sun goes back down
Days turn a bit longer
Time passes much slower
Grey tinge fills the air
I'm stuck and defeated
Downthrodded and beaten
Torn and split on emotions
So, I poem about me? Well,
Me isn't the me you see.
At least on the outside,that is.
Have you ever looked into the mirror and seen something you're not?
If I had a quarter,
for every tear shed by an overworked student.
For every cup of coffee consumed to keep eyes open.
For every hour wasted on homework.
For every F.
For every emotional breakdown.
my life is worth a B-
because schools want essays,
not poetry.
i have never made my beliefs written,
and in doing so, i have molested their immortality.
i feel i must apologize for that.
Love always leads to disappointment.
I’m crazy for you
Everyone can see that, but you
I love your voice
Love your smile
Elementary schoolI bring home big scoresThe best in the testAdvancedExemplary
It's like the taste of bitter coffee in the morning.
Like a gaping hole in one's chest & a constant gnawing of bones & the drinking and drainage of blood.
The struggle of oppertunity
The day that i broke
of so much misfortune
With several scattered roads
The past with my mistakes
the choices that i made poor
the impossible oppertunities
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.
Class of 2016,
the year where the path changes.
I have traveled down the jagged road to fin it's end near.
I found a shortcut though,
because there is nothing more strange then speeding up,
Somehow out of this bright, illuminated room a fog began to seep in.
It began like a low, slithering snake,
then rose up and swallowed the space whole.
I couldn’t see,
I couldn’t hear.
College?
What does it mean?
A lot of experiences?
A simple routine?
The first year living on campus is always quite something.
You make friends, relationships,
And even some enemies.
Am I the child that begs?
The child that wants more,
Because I'm hungry but not for food?
Am I the child that crawls?
The child on hands and knees,
Because I can't take a step but can walk?
Wake up to see the sun and fresh air
Put that mind to good work
Go to school in Chicago or in Alaska
Either way go walk down those halls
Not with boredness or anger, but with confidence
There he was,
a clown
grasping for the balloons in his belly reaching outside the classroom for more than this,
he finds himself in clouds, puffyness, a softness in colors yet is bound to the ground,
The Stooge of a teacher grabs the ruler.
He's walking towards you as you sit helplessly at your desk
Just prior to him providing you with a massive strike,
You wake up screaming,
You had it again.
Soon I return
To that time I dread.
It's not so much the place I hate,
Rather, the people that
Don't understand a thing about me.
They cheat, they lie,
All to get where they want to go.
The weather is not quite ready
To cooperate
With this whole idea
Of moving back into the classroom
And out of the sunshine
Away from soft sand
On to polished tile
Forgoing bikes and sandals
Come hither,
see me whither,
in the wind like dust blowing away.
I falter and fallow,
as my tears run down my face so sallow,
I'm alone and afraid,
what should I do?
You say we are selfish
That we are spoiled and it's eating youth.
You say that it's hard, that we should just learn the truth.
When you were in our positions, what's it feel like to cough 24/7?
Stayed up and studied all night, third week in a row.
Patiently waiting for my test grade, athough i already know.
Straigth A student since grade school, Nobody's better than me
Writing a poem about how everything is awesome
but my possum it ain't the truth.
Sometimes I think I should get my dreams and tossum
Drop your life
Drop your dreams
You're one of us now
The Swallowed
The Hallowed
Walk down the halls
Rid yourself of your individuality
What makes you, you
In my old best friend's bedroom
drunk and stoned out of my head
I keep lighting myself on fire
again and again in her bed.
Every time, it burns
and every time, I scream
but once it's out, I light it again
Fear hung tightly in the air, clouding my airways and thickening my lungs
I gasped for air but it felt like water crashing into my dry mouth in oxygen's place
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.
Get out of my face,
I don't want lies laying on me.
It's your story,
tell it how you wanna.
But don't think I'll care,
no one does.
Why?
Because of what you do.
Even when school knock you down get back up don't stay on the ground. And bring you grades up with you!
i want to hear
about you
running through
the sprinklers
at 3 am
about the joy
of utter
stillness
i want to hear about
your grandmother's laugh
Invisible Man
I should be reading you now
I have a test and essay due on the morrow
On your guts and analitical power
But no
I'm here
Here doing Nothing
On powerpoem express
Hell,
to me,
is monotony.
A never-ending rigorous schedule
with no end in sight.
Hell is
never living up to ridiculously high expectations.
Hell is
your best
never being
How dare you ask me who I would be
without all these stereotypes?
Don’t you know that society has already defined me.
Don’t you know that because I am female
my main goal is to be beautiful.
"you're just lazy"
I hear it from my mom,
my boyfriend,
my teachers,
my coaches,
just about every
valuable person
in my life.
To me,
Im merely
surviving.
Assigned to a table to be quietly seated
Attempting to, for a slight moment, be an ordinary, tranquil student
His face concentrated on the slim technology placed in front of him
Meaningless monkey busy work
Writing endless e·phem·er·al
Willless Words, meaning mostly nothing
Busy body, business noisy
Monkeys typing
I thought I heard you say "Frido-lay"
Oh, I was so happy.
But then I realized you said "triolet".
I thought I heard you say "Frido-lay".
You said write a poem, I said, " Oh, okay."
Now I feel so sappy.
The unexpected comfort I have found
sleeping on this furniture
my sister diagonal from me.
my mother parallel to me.
my pride inexistestent.
I do not complain because
it is either this couch or
Hello! How may I help you? I greet each and everyone
I’ve said it all for months, yet it feels like I’ve just begun
More orders become messed up
17 years young still don’t know who I am
17 years young I still don’t understand
Without the music, the pictures, the friends
I still try hard to make a trend
I just got to comprehend
What is it like to be me?
She asks
Envy lining her words.
She's talking about the test
That I aced
The quiz
I defeated
The teacher
Who loves me.
I laugh and smile and joke at her
Decide
its time to decide
with what you want to do with your life
fresh out of school
college bound
what would you like to do
pick a major then change your mind
This campus is a sea of perfection.
Waves of blonde haired individuals bob around with deep blue eyes floating underneath.
This sea is straight,
straight hair,
with straight slender bodies.
I'm Seventeen.
I talked to my counselor today.
The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;
Integrity
I don’t have the gift of flying.
It would be a lot more fun though.
Instead I possess the art of dying.
The ability to stand and take honesty’s blow
Is a bittersweet trait I’ve come to know.
You see this walk?
It is the walk of defeated man
Of a man who is living
Only for the hope, that one day
It will be worth it
And that one day
It will get better
And for a girl
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one.
It is imperative to pick the correct filter.
It needs to make me look tanner
while also concealing the bags under my eyes.
I need to do my homework.
I need an hour
I need to spend the duration of a sunset
in a poorly-lit room on my keyboard clacking and clacking and clacking away
I wake up every morning standing in front of a mirror,
I take on the habit of wasting time on adding a mask that only seems to be acceptable to society.
High school junior and the pressure is all here
Where the adults tell you whether or not
Your future is clear
And all the numbers you've feared
For so many years
like a tea sieve
filtering windfall colors.
The sundried day was cold,
and bird-eyed students waded
through the tea-thick air
on their way from class,
The sun had blocked the rainbow,
Thinking it would reveal the gold.
The ice had cleaned itslef out,
Dear Asshole in my History class that just said that “Dyslexia” was a synonym for “retard”,
I'm dyslexic.
No that doesn't make me less smart.
No that doesn't make me illiterate.
Monday morning drag across the 7:25 bell
All inside my head my mom screams worthlessness, failure, disappointment
I sit here afraid, hoping the phone calls go away.
"You owe us $750", pay right away they'll say.
Emails, alerts, calls, and texts
What's next?
My rent is due, and I have no more financial aid, or money
Elementary school failed me. I appeared smart, looked smart, talked smart and was surrounded by smart friends. The only thing that separated me from all the other kids was my speech impediment.
The world’s progression, scripted by bell,
Life decisions are forced to be made.
"What do you want to be?"
I hate that overrated question
With the inevitable answer.
Because, who knows?
I could explain to them what I want to do.
I am an alien.
No, you needn’t be afraid;
I simply come here to learn your ways.
My home planet
I’ll admit I do miss.
It’s called Summer, and oh what bliss.
Before coming
You know that girl who's always smiling in the hallways,
The girl who knows everyone and speaks to everyone,
The girl who isn't popular, but everyone knows her,
Because she has a free spirit?
Its so beautiful
So enthralling
Life
There are so many tangents
So many decisions that can be made
Adventures
Things to see and people to meet
It has become overwhelming
Speaking for others has never been my style,but I promise you this will be worth your while.
On a wet and windy noon,
I feel the rain and the pain as I run.
Aware that the day will end soon,
I return home after great fun.
When nights fall,
I sit in my room and fear
We were all surprised
When outside the sun continued to rise and shine
A reminder that time just keeps moving
As if everything is fine.
Even if it clearly is not fine.
There's so much to life that you just gotta be happy,
Now I'm not just here trying to be all sappy
But life is too short to be down
So make your day by day goal to never never frown
And never say never, ever
I walked to class
Stared straight ahead
Trying to ignore the never ending whispers
the cool breeze
whispers over my skin
rustles the leaves above
a songbird's call trills
above the chatter of a squirrel
playing in its drey.
I lay on a fallen tree
once a mighty giant
Walking through the school hallway,
judgement hall,
eyes focused on the tile,
one step after another,
one breath after another,
face blushing: a red mask of anxiety.
Stress.
We await it.
Homework.
We await it.
Caferteria Food.
We await it.
Teachers.
We await them.
Classes.
We await them.
Students.
We await them.
Apples galoreCrisp fall airSunshine foreverplays with your hair.
Hay mazes andPumpkin patches.Again the world whorls.Your breath catches.
Days are spent on this earth,
Studying for test that calculate your worth,
You’re smart if you pass,
You’re dumb if you fail,
Always awaiting fateful scores in the mail,
Mild mornings, warm days and cool nights.
Swimming, amusement parks and sweet summer fruits.
I have always wondered about this place,
is it a prison, or do they really wish to help us succeed. It raises many question between me and my fellow students, we feel that teachers do not wish for us to succeed.
Now the summer has come and gone.
The school year starts like the break of dawn.
On the far horizon I see its glow.
What lies ahead? I do not know.
I'll find out soon, I have no doubt.
A sweep of mascara
A splash of lipstick
A pink of blush
Back to giggling friends
Back to uneasy gossip
Back to an uncertain suitor
Within this uncompromising maze,
the faceless men in white suits
force you to stumble along
the path from point A to B.
Tall white walls confiscate creativity
and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
In summer, there is fun in the air
and uplifting spirits everywhere.
Fall's here now, but the problem is
everyone's spirit goes in a frizz.
No one likes math, science, or gym,
The Silence Before The Storm,
Flip of the coin at midfield.
The brotherhood that will form,
A machine man can not build.
From the first whistles blow,
Everyone chanting in the crowd.
This place makes me want to kill myself
Everyone is so selfish only thinking of themselves
I don't know if i'll get out alive
Seeing past all the lies
Trapping me here like I'm too wild
I run into an open sky.
I watch the sunset
and within the orange and pink horizon
I see me.
I see myself at just 5 years old
walking into a new surrounding.
I see my teacher anxiously awaiting
This beautiful music -
The key to my "Someday"
That is what I told myself,
And it was true
This beautiful music got me here
This beautiful music got me through
A childhood of pain
The morn is still
The sun drags on, weary
across the brightening sky.
Elsewhere, the harsh cock crow
Can be heard from the ruby chanticleer.
A boy's face is still and calm
Study, Study, Study
Is there no end
The Back-To-School season is a ruthless monster
And no one is allowed to leave its bitter den
You can try to fight it
You can try to run away
Excuses- that’s all you say you hear
excuses for not following rules, I’m a person not a tool
excuses for my own belief, you don’t like when I speak what I think
Starting off the school year,
Can have a lot of kids in fear,
With all the homework that has to be done,
Some kids think they will have no fun,
It’s been a long time without you,
This leaf burning season is always so hard,
I have so many memories I want to relive
But I won’t hold back or leave my heart guarded.
The soul rings and shakes in joy everytime,
Intitates the keys that plays on the organ,
Not noise, but sounds of praise,
Great is the grace you have given this life that is not my own,
Here we are in the best four years of our life,
We stared this jorney in a new world, it became urworld, and soon we will have to leave this world.
Sometimes between exams and friends the world beats us down,
Stand tall, straighten your toes
Student,
Your strides should be steady steps
Forward
School is a necessary distraction
Present your projects, prioritize,
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Never more do most dread
the sound of the monstrous alarm clock
reminding us that school awaits.
But what most know not about me,
what most find crazy about me:
I love school.
Summer has just started and its time for the those school bells to ring
Its time to sit in those desks that are torturing
Its time for the sweaty plams and the racing hearts as you see the words quiz
Summer has just started and its time for the those school bells to ring
Its time to sit in those desks that are torturing
Its time for the sweaty plams and the racing hearts as you see the words quiz
Am I wrong for being different, unlike the typical boys?
The ones who sag their pants to the floor, as I look around it feel like I am unsure
School, with that one word you see people cringe,
And during school you see people become unhinged.
But, I'm here to tell you about the amazement of school
and how not to be a tool.
School is full of memories
Now that summer washed away,
and school is in full swing,
I realized there's no time to play,
or warmth until this spring.
I must look beyond the gray,
and look for all that's good,
wake up
the 5:30 am alarm bell rings
pulling me out of yet another
dead deep sleep
some people say it’s unhealthy to run on
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
Music is beautiful,
comforting
and loving.
The accoustics paint a one of a kind picture,
the harmonies feel like they're holding you in a large hammock,
I am stuck in a four wall room,
Hoping not to end up all gloom,
Like rats we fight for the top,
Only to fall and drop,
Soon I'll end up under a tomb
You only hear ambience
But I hear music.
The air swirls around me
The world breathes to the beat of my heart,
A constant, pulsating light:
Strings, percussion, and a choir of Earth's creatures.
Memories are what stitch us together,
Allowing us to smile through anything.
Those old conversations,
The long laughs we shared,
Crazy adventures we courageously became part of.
it appears egon schiele loves women as much as i do.
but he could never properly convey the curvature of your hips,
the pink pout of your lips.
Whew!
I got to catch a breath got to keep going got to keep buzzing
Show the opposition what kind of matter I’m made of.
And I will keep buzzing and blazing bright no matter if we are
Down below or way up high.
Playing rugby is a blast,
I'm sure our team will never be last.
I'm so proud to be member,
Of a team I'm sure to remember.
Playing on the team lifts me up,
Especially since we're sure to win a trophy cup.
What is it that gets me going?
Get the blood rushing and my brain flowing
Imagination running superspeed
Many ideas formulating future a masterpiece
Inspired much by nature and others but it is I that will lead
Summer is over but not all fun is goneits time to start art projects and get them done!thinking outside of the boxits almost a way of getting
H
This last year
of highschool time,
the best friends i've met
in all my life line
On this graduation day
on this last cheer,
we will laugh and have fun
until the sun sets here
A cold-front swooped in in the night,
it brought back nostalgia and I didn't bother wearing a jacket that day.
The wind on my skin,
Autumn in San Antonio crawling back to me and I knew this feeling was everything.
I bring a crumpled paper to class,
torn, shaded, but there.
Alone sitting on a narrow desk,
torn, shaded, but there.
When collected it seems the same
torn, shaded, but there.
A lavender sky
Shadows caressing the clouds
and millions of laughing stars
The vivacious sun ignores the moon's protests
and takes her into his arms
I lay, entranced by the wonder around me
Music is the melody to my soul
It helps me stay in control
Oh the bright sun takes a toll
The night sky is my song
Yet it is not so long
I love to write and think
It makes my heart sync
Bang, Pow, Wham
Limbs hitting punching bags at all different angles.
Rainbow colored belts are everywhere.
we all put on a tough exterior
to hide the real person on the inside
sometimes we use a persona
or even base ourselves off someone else
let the beast out and show the real us
i think I am awesome, yes i do
I think i am awesome and you will too
competitive sports are my passion
love to sport my volleyball fashion
lacrosse is another favorite
I just always crave it
One day you are going to wake up and notice that you should've tried. You are worth the fight. Stop the Negative as well as start the positive. Vast things happen when you distance yourself from the negative.
The homeless seem mistreated
And neglected
I went undercover to see what people would think of me living on the streets
Minute after minute I would hold my cup up high asking for spare change
when I am feeling down, but not feeling music I get my radio then I tune it, I throw my hands in the air and wave like I just dont really care.
I've been called strange
And maybe deranged
Because my views on school aren’t the same
When August rolls around-
I cheer!
Hip-hip-hooray for the new school year!
Oh, no, you too?
Lips stuck together with dripping, sweet lipstick,
Face flushed with the kiss of remembered summer evenings
Nose colored in the ambrosia of July,
And tongue lavished with memories of two month friends.
The candle flame burns too hot. The flickering of its wic dances in the over heated breeze. This breeze offers no respite from the smoldering need.
Four score and seven years ago
This blasted class began.
I have a dream that
One day the learning will end.
I dream of a different world,
One conceived in liberty--
Or at least freedom from homework!
Sterling Klein
09/09/2014
Forever Unknown
Though the years keep passing,
Time doesn't slow down
It keeps moving without me.
And I am fearing that
What I see
Anxiety like
sugar in my veins
forces my weak knees
to rattle.
Bumping the desk in front of me
as I slowly undetectably lose focus.
Undeniable to the students
near to me, but unnoticed
A guy who is afraid to express his opinion
But has quite a clear vision
How can he overcome this hinderance
Without seeming a bit insolent
One day the answer will be found
But for now he sits tied and bound
I anxiously await the day
My novel is confirmed to play
To invade your minds
With my tantalizing words
For my characters to wound
To uplift, to hurt.
For the hours I've spent
In silence to toil
My person behind the curtain is rarely seen,
not many have seen the real me.
I choose what i show to others,
the person behind the curtain is torn.
Tattered and tired.
The person behind the perfectionist
Alarm, beep beep beep,
Wipe grogginess away,
Wishing for more sleep,
Nervous jitters on the first day,
It's not the first time I am here,
Think of the past three years and reminsce,
It's a careful process
romantic even,
when you pull off the wrapper
of a Crispy Chicken Asiago Ranch Sandwich
from the Wendy's Dollar Menu
For them
It is a he, a him
For me,
She is
Everything
That i wish I could be
Her passion
riveting and delightful
her empathy
Being a military kid can be a real drag sometimes. You move more than the average teen. Last year I moved to and went to public school.
She is what struck my heart in the first place. She knows how to make me laugh and smile. She knows the cure for my sadness. She is all I need to uplift me in my time of need.
Math is not easy
It makes me queasy
The kids in my class quickly fix that
Sitting in the middle of all these guys
It is hard not to disguise the laughter in my eyes
They crack jokes back and forth
I'm more than just a test score
-a phrase not all our counselor's are
familiar with
I'm more than just a class rank
Everyday I get to spend time with friends, family, or my love makes me happy because I enjoy the time i get because i never know when will be my last day. The day I g
In the spring sunthe flower sitscoated in dew
he in entrancedby the flowerits silk petalscourageous stalkvivid colorof lambent red
Get up now don't let the door hit you. Ay pick your head up and start living.
Life doesn't wait for you. Not now, not ever. So get moving, it's jiggy time.
Imagine you were a boy
born with a big head
Your parents thought you were smart
with a cranium that feels like lead
As I grew up in many places
Learned in many schools
My goal for grades were secondary
The first day of middle school, dread and fear.
This is what started my eighth grade year.
I knew no one, not one single friend
Not all that many years ago: An education once was a dream and a goal, an education not everyone was sold $.
She walks the halls with her arms wrapped around her books that are strapped to her chest.
Everyone makes fun of the way she is but her posture tells a story few will ever know.
I wanted to be a professional juggler by the time I left high school
I wanted to make a name for myself by juggling five things at once
Classes
Sports
Friends
Family
Sleep
Then I dropped sleep
The hours run into days
The days drone into years.
When will I finish this endless race?
"You are going to succeed and do great"
"We all have such high expectations"
My family brims with pride.
Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You,
The United States Department of E-D-U,
Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You,
In their grand benevolence is delighted to do,
Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You,
Hang him from the nearest tree
A place like school is not for thee
2 adults were killed today
One student injured
Back in the day
There she was, under the bridge,
beckoning me home again.
Her hair like sunlight,
amidst the darkness of the trees.
Her milk white skin glistening in the mist.
Her eyes were piercing, the temptation was strong.
What makes me tick is the anger I getWhen they try to be little me, make me feel as though mywords are less than their’s…I’m not as powerful as everyone else, they think I
deserve the short end of the stick…
im being asked what makes me tick?
being a single mom of one
a college student
a part worker
being an intern at 25?
no none of those things makes me tick
it makes me grow
FIRST STANZA:
I bet you feel overwhelmed, full of fear and a tad bit of stress.
It's your freshman year, in a new school and don't know what to expect.
I have notlistenedto anything you have justfinished explaining.Forgive me butI was daydreaming about somethingmore important to me thanwhatever it was you said.
So hot and so dry,
Sometimes I wonder why everyone enjoys the heat.
Unbearable,
Crushing,
Suffocating!
But I manage,
and so do all my friends and peers.
Because summer is a time
Her summer dress is red as a ripe September apple,
a pink sunset dances upon her cheeks.
I steal glances as she scrawls
rapidly, frantically, a diligent worker bee,
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
—Albert Einstein
Class, class, class. School, school, school.
They tell you this, play by their rules.
You play the game, you take a roll.
Throw the dice, you never know.
Hoping that you land on the envied square.
I go to school, isn't it obvious?
Sixteen year old girl with a backpack,
It's pretty clear to see.
I go to classes, then lunch, then class again,
Hop the bus, go home, do homework go to bed.
4 AM and y SAT prep book lies before me, and by now I have accomplished more than usualThe sound of cars on the highway is the only thing that separates me from silenceand my ongoing thoughts are what separate me from sleep.
I can love you now.
I can love you when I walk alone on a crowded street.
I can love you when I sleep in bed by myself each night.
I can love you when I wake up and drink coffee for one.
I'm sorry teacher, I didn't do my homework because
Life is pointless
I'm sorry people, I'm gonna miss you so much but
Education is power. Education is succses. Education is key. Education is expensive. Education is cold. Education is a murderer.
Dearest school,
I say farewell,
May you rot in your man-made hell,
You may have provided, given and taked,
But the sorrow and pain you cause me will never be forgave,
You ate out my heart,
Caused my body to quake,
The world today is abandoning values
We are all simply numbers
An amount, a score, a grade
What categories do we fall under?
4.0? You're a great person
3.0? You're like the rest
And of course
Of all days to be late
Just started a clean slate
Now I feel my heart rate
Doubling
And the bus
There it goes down the street
Filled with kids, nice and neat
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
Bound up in leather, like the books
And held by paper chains
A heart no longer functioning
Inside, no soul remains
They put a hat upon her head, pulled low
To hide the brand
Most of the time
We try to look at someone else's eye's
Try to understand through their covered lies
But what we do not realize
Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize
When their mama cries
She told herself, "Just a little nap;
fifteen minutes, no more than that."
A great, wide yawn,
and then it was dawn.
She had unfinished homework. Oh crap.
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news?
Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent
as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
Past the thresh hold
You would never believe the terrors in the walls of the institution
The terrors of exclusion, and confusion in a potion
My priorities in a gyre I lost all of my devotion
When I was in high school everyone was skipping class
Not me cuz my mom would kill me if I didn't pass
But it was wreckless
There where kids playing hookie and teachers not taking attendance
From birth we are tested
Spanked on the butt to see if we cry
In Elementary school we learn for standardized tests
"You're learning this because it's on the test"
Walk Through the Doors
Freshman.
Take a Breath
Look Around
Make a Friend
Laugh a Little
Take a Breath
Go to Class
Find a Seat
Take a Breath
Tryout For the Team
They do not see what I feel inside
But they see the smile that I can not hide
Day after day I please their needs
But I am never questioned about what I need
What did I do
I have to admit
That sometimes I’m "not all there"
I’m a great actor
Playing the part
And choosing what to share
I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork.
It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time.
My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
This one is true; but I’m sure you’ve heard it before.
The story goes that I was walking in the hallway of my school,
and as I passed through the galleria, I saw a good-sized boy lying on the ground.
You know that it’s stupid if you over-analyze it.
You know that it’s stupid if it is extraneous.
For this reason, what happened four months ago is stupid.
I remember how late it was, almost dark for that matter
The day started normally, Like it always does,
And nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Not until 3rd period when I decided to make my best (or so I thought) better
As I round the corner, I see her.
Staring off at the fields, sitting on the bed of my pickup truck.
She is wearing my Aviators, I still believe she stole them that night
I forgot them in her car.
Every day we all pile in that room with the tile floor,
Room 302 I think it is,
And we sit in a circle and talk about our problems.
We talk about our feelings, we talk about love,
My Rut life begins with my family.My father: An abusive selfish stranger who abandoned me 10 years ago.My Mother: An over controlling, over worrying mother.
My Rut life begins with my family.My father: An abusive selfish stranger who abandoned me 10 years ago.My Mother: An over controlling, over worrying mother.
Beautiful, serene, fleeting
This day is just like every other
Walking, talking, listening,
People are oblivious to nature
Tall, big, bulky
Sneaking photographs,selfies in my English classto post on Facebook
Staying up til threewith homework, and on weekendssleeping in til noon
They don’t teach you not to be small.I’ve been in a million classrooms that teach us not to get too big and make sure we exercise enough.Never have I heard, “Don’t get too small.”
We are the generation of intelligence.
We learn to exercise our minds and not our hands.
We are the university generation.
Goodbye to toughened hands, calluses,
Poetry! Oh poetry!
Roses are red.
I'm feeling kind of blue.
My teacher says,
"Get out your pencil,
Today in English class, we learned how one wordcan have many different meaningswhich I guess explains why so many people lieand can deny it.
A pretense or simulation,
Of my future life to come,
Left within these worksheets,
And textbooks, of some,
Is life beyond this testing?
From where do these thoughts come?
When the moonlight shines
through the broken glass,
I will remind my self
of my shattered past.
I swore I wouldn't cry
A vow I could not keep
A decision I never thought
“Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me,”
and I call bullshit
to whomever spouted such folly,
to the one who thought
I.
I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt
without having to google it first,
if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain
and enter into the uncertainties of my life
Just because I am not a perfect student
Doesn’t mean I'm not trying
Just because I said your being a hag
Doesn’t mean I meant it
pushed and shoved, unknown or forgotten
erased and scared, mummyfied or rotten
looking for a door
longing for more
empted and cornored, damand or amused
settled and awake, quite or abused
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles
Bleeding amber liquid
A fixer
Another boy pulls the trigger
And paints the dirt with
Something blue
To take away from humanity,
and to be stolen from nature.
We have yet to decide which should be mandatory.
I was walking through school during lunch one day
when I heard at once a peculiarly snobbish voice saying
"I just don't understand it,"
and so you see, I simply had to turn and look.
I took my first final.
I passed.
I took my second.
I passed.
I prayed and took my third final.
I passed.
I prayed, cried, and took my last final.
I passed.
What is an education?
It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable,
does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen
the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
I speak, my natural flaws
Aside
To the Past, Present and Future
Great minds catching every green light
Are ran, soon swept out of sight
We carry on, all day long
Stop sign after red light
Am I working towards nothing?
I sit in class everyday thinking about my future
but realize how more and more it's being shattered and crushed
So many things I SHOULD be looking forward to like,
Since they're older, they think they know what's best.
But when asked the questions, they couldn't pass the test.
It's hard enough to make it in this world,
Without their input on our dreams being curled.
Stress
The day to day hustle .
School , friends , work .
I feel like my worlds about to end , so much to do I can barely breath.
As I sit I realize the ambition I have to make it in this never ending world.
When you see my half smile and bright eyes from a flattering upward , slightly to the left, angle...what you cannot see is more important. The pain my heart and hurt in my veins do not flush to my cheeks or surface on my skin.
Three months early
Twins born too small
Doctors wondered
If they'd even live at all
Months went by
From the hospital we were released
The older sister first
As I wake up
I have my towel in hand
Brushing my teeth
Putting on clothes
To go
To school
I have a test today
Papers due tomorrow
I'll study after
I go
The worst thing you want to be is a failure in life
To put down the people in your life and here them whisper "lowlife"
To constantly show no improvement over and over
To be confronted and insulted
Middle School
Fat Girl
head down, walking through the halls
no friends
Fat girl
shy girl
that girl with a book she's alwasy reading
quiet.
Fat girl
school rules right
i mean i guess
noone ever knows,
what is school really about
people come for friends
relationships and family
but they never consider
that an education
I suppose I should have told you
About the test that I aced
It wasn’t me that wrote it
The brain next to me did.
It seemed so easy because
He puts his paper on the floor
Sitting alone in the shadowy shade,
After I made the permeable space
I must wait for the others for the darkness fade.
I appear first like the ace of spades,
Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked.
A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter
Striped orange and white
Totally different from a Deer
Who is as though appears Inferior
Math taught me that I am not smart enough
And that my brain is filled with useless fluff
Science taught me that my atoms are wasted
On a kid that will live in his parents basement
Pay it forward.
Do the good.
Be the change.
Education is your stepping stone, no one will give you a bone.
The crowded hall ways reek of hormones and B.O.,
the people shove you with their sweaty bodies,
everyone is going a different direction,
eventually you end up in that same warm seat everyday,
Crowded halls
People getting shoved against the walls
People yelling
But why, theres no telling.
The many people of different race
all walking at their own pace
They won't let me pass
Oh I do not know if I love or hate to see you every morning
You push me with you square wheels yet,
What the hell is life when a life is determined by money?
When you live in utero, grasping for cash in the darkness
Everything is a business
Education, religion, your own health
The cash flow is circular
Ever since I was young, I wasn't sure what life was about. Sometimes I'd sit in my room and pout. As I was growing up, I didn't have much friends. I grew up on a farm full of hens. After grade 8, I started online schooling.
Packets of paper flood my homework folder
Hypnosis has made me keep track of every assignment in my school planner
Isn't that what school is? Hypnosis?
To make you believe that there was a missile crisis involving Cuba?
Is she really what she seems?
Tall, Skinny and Slick
She walks on our command
And sits down when we do not need her
What makes me tick. You know what makes me tick?
When people are so selfish they can't see past themselves. It makes me sick!
This week I feel funny. I feel out of place, underdressed and alone. I feel a little bit like sticky hands that you can't wash. I can't shake this feeling but for some reason I don't mind.
Life is funny, it can suprise you in many ways.
at first you don't succeed and you may think it's over,
then life suprises you and says 'not quite yet'...
Where I sit through so many hours of my life
Many people just want to run away
Hearing these people put me through great strife
I hear many people complain its gay
Was against the law to have a bottle
Questions everyday
What you're how old?
How did you even get here, your a baby?
Omg! You're a baby, my little sister/brother is your age.
You should not be here, go back to highschool where you belong.
Being the second born of three Mexican American children, I've been told i was born independent and always had my mind set, knowing what exactly it was that I wanted.
Beautiful, lovely, top of the social class.She has all these friends who hold her up and love to watch her fall on her ass.In every pyramid she’s on top,Make sure you don’t eat or else you’ll pop.
I'm washed out. Killing myself over
how to be the brightest, the one who is bold.
The burden I bear on my shoulders
the grades, the scores, the wins
feels more like boiling water
Chitter Chatter in the back ground;
Ignore it,
Focus.
Tonight’s the night.
You go on stage,
Lay it all on the line,
Show everyone your soul
Lay it out in the open.
They stand up to applaud
You’ve done it
Standing ovation
You got the solo; the duet
The piece;
You brought it to life.
The cheering
You know it’s for you,
walking across the green grass
almost time to say goodbye to our class
sweaty palms and shaky knees
finally going to be free
anxiously waiting to hear your name
looking around to see who all came
There's a void in my head.
What could it be but the emptiness I feel in my being?
One tells me I will not make it,
Another tells me they see a bright end of a dark tunnel.
The ideas in my head scream for attention,
A system of organized conformity.
Students rush from class to class.
Girls in skirts, guys in pants.
Clones.
Students listen,
Write,
Study,
Memorize,
But they don't learn.
You may congratulate me
But somehow that A in my paper doesn't make me feel better about my
Dead eyes and bitten nails
And the fear of failure that keeps me awake better than coffee ever could
the first time i poured my heart onto a piece of paper, i made my mother cry.
tears cascaded down her cheeks because my words dug in deep like knives.
i realized that the world around me could vanish into a vapor,
Crunch!
The salty morsale dives down
With echoed fractures
Closely followed by
The bag crumpling again.
Beep! Beep! Bee-beep!
Our alarm system calls out
Indicating an airy guest
I woke up this morning to the wind gnawing through my old windows. I woke up next to my little dog, and the sun slipping through my blinds like love letters pushed under a door. I woke up at one in the afternoon.
Classrooms are bustling.
Students are hustling.
The school day is underway.
The teacher is up front on his sway.
The same routine over and over.
The class sits, bored, getting older and older.
Global Citizens
First week of school, info booths galore,
Fliers and pamphlets stacked to the roof from the floor.
But one stood out proudly, simply sublime,
Study abroad, the chance of my lifetime.
Life changes in the blink of an eye
One day you're here
The next you're there
So what if that all changed
What if your dream came true?
The dream of owning a store
Heck, do I even know who I am anymore?
I mean, I knew who I was back in middle school…
weird, crazy, out-there, cool with everyone…
a nerdy, lovable-type kid—that was me
But now I’m in high school
I found her in the bathroom,with silent tears, facing the wall.We hadn't been back a week, but it didn't matter.Dried eyes walked out:Teasing again."Leave her alone!"Glaring, they went to class.
In a world where money is fixated and everything is dictatedOn who you know and how you dressThis everyday world is turning into a mess
I have to be up early
But early is a horrible thing
Why must I wake in darkness
When darkness of dreams is more pleasant to me
I can't seem to remember
Why I am doing this terrible thing
Yeah you only live once
That's why you got to live smart
trying to get ahead in life
can't be making shots in the dark
But hear me clearly
cant get nowhere if you don't try
Change my life make me a professor
Who do I pray to?
Who do I call on?
My life will never be the same
Don’t Let Athena see my sorrow
Don’t Let Zeus hear my pain
If I had the chance, I would take a stance.
Make myself be heard, find a cure.
The numbers are soaring, parents are mourning.
Lives are impacted each day.
But you see,
no ear will hear,
Trying to get ahold of my books and
Failing.
Scattered papers
Stretched binds of books
Scraped binders.
Exposing my strengths and weaknesses.
Scrambling.
Weak children starving in the street,
Where is there food for them?
Parents letting their children get beat,
Where is there safety for them?
Sons and brothers lying dead on the battlefield,
Lonely face while he walks the streetWater from my eyes like sea salt-laden galesThe last they heard from him was a tweetAll she wanted was to hear a taleThe Moon was bright as a lamp-post
I can be what I want to be
Through my volition
I will cut off these arms
And in their place will be the real me
A pair of wings
To be free
To go further than I ever have before
I am inadequate.
(is that an SAT word?)
adj. lacking the quality or quantity required; insufficient for a purpose
In a world chock full of Merit Scholars, and teenage charity founders, and tech wizards,
To build the fire, light the cause
In the darkest of places, the pain we cause
Make ourselves new, and a new place will shine through
A home of love, without hate
We could make ourselves a new way
To build the flame, light the cause
In the darkest of places, the pain we cause
Make ourselves new, and new place will shine through
A home of love, without hate
We could make ourselves a new way
The one thing that ears at me,
Is that someones looks is all they see.
Beauty should be inner not outter,
And that is the one thing that I would change.
One can be beautiful with piercings and tattoos,
The silence was seriously starting to get to her,
This was the day,
The day everything goes down.
It’s not every day the earth swallows you whole in one mouth full.
I am from dinosaur vitamins from band-aids and H2O2 rinses.I am from rusted swing setsand broken plastic wiffle-ball batsthat have been tucked awayand have long sincebeen forgotten.
what would i say could change? it would be me. My knowledge of how powerful education really is and how successes could better me. How education would have helped me become a better me.
A is the motivation for you to
Be better than what society has been
Creating you as. The
Demoralization of the young nation
Fails to be seen when all the adults
See
For four long years
The students sit and stare
At the walls of the school
Asking why they are there
Up early in the morning to the smell of coffee
Hearing the alarm go off makes me salty
Stumbling over couldn't finish my dream
awaken to a world that isn't what it seems
rushin movements to make it on time
I am not a pencil, I am a pen.
Why? I think I'd rather be a pencil,
but I am not.
For instance, the number 2
pencil gets prized for being
the most used during tests.
Writing poems in a classroom isQuite a tiresome thing to doBecause everyone wants to know What your thoughts areThey want to ride on your train of thought
Cold cinder blocks covered in thick, distorted white paint that tries to hide the sharp, rough edge of the bare blocks.
Chemistry, man.
Maybe it should be ban.
Nah, I love that class.
Its the most badass.
Secretly, I'm a fan.
Oh hated homework!
The constant worry and stress
Fuss and mess
Taking away precious time
Repeats of schoolwork
Tick-tock, tick-tock
I'm here. Tired and my mind is cloudy like a January morning.
I roam aimlessly on coast mode. Where am I going?
Oh yeah, here it is.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
My life, I watch it from the passanger side
of the car, go go go and never come back.
Today, apart of me; who I am died.
My tomahawk pride will shortly be coming to an end.
Every morning I wake up to the same constant battle,
Just my alarm clock
And I.
I take a cushioned seat among the crowd of seniors,
Then the bell rings.
A world with no style would be astronomical
With no one caring what you wear
But life in this generation is just too different
It's not about what you like to wear
Growing up, I was never the favorite.
The didn't-matter-never-did-get-your-grades-up.
My mom was a nurse, my dad a PhD.
My stepmom's doing her diss and I know she's going to make it.
Waking up to the same ringing,
Going to the same place,
Five days a week,
Ten months, learning and forgetting.
Distractions and butterlies,
Taking chances, locking eyes,
Silence.
It surrounded me like a thick blanket,
a false illusion of security as I walked
across Fulton and through the market.
My flats tapped the ground, giving off no sound,
Jr.High.
Through the halls, head held high,
making fun of kids of many types.
Just for fun?
Just for kicks?
I couldn't really tell you why.
The laughs
I got, for rude comments I made,
Everyone seems to have all these high expectations for me,
for I am a preacher's daughter,
I am a "smart" person,
I am innocent.
No one expects me to slip up.
I am not allowed to get a bad grade,
The busy hustle across the sidewalks
makes a walk turn into a shuffle.
Going from class to class
is nothing short of a puzzle.
As I make my way through the crowds,
I've never felt so alone.
Monday: Day of New-beginnings, clean-slates, a constant reminder of another week of school.
The Valley
We all have our place that we call home
Some are big and flled of people
We are rock slowly breaking down by wind
harder and harder the wind blows
deeper and deeper we erode
Our hearts are worn down to our vulnerabilities
Soon we will be nothing but pebbles
washing up on a shore
Flow in the wind like a flower in the Spring,
Your delicate petals swirl in the midst.
Touched by your warm smile,
waiting all along just to hold you a while.
Tulips grow in May showers,
“Stir yourself! Awake! Arise!
Blissful slumbers, fall away!
Cast old Nocturne from your eyes,
‘Tis the brink of glorious Day!”
This is what my Mother speaks,
When I sit in school,
I want to fly away.
Up to the stars,
To soar past Mars,
I'd like to leave and play.
This class is dumb,
My brain is numb,
My eyes are going blurry.
My pen is dead,
Having to go to school
may seem tough but
do we really do somthing impossible
to me school is just another
home to learn and demonstrate your skills
and well school is for students
I'm not much of a poet,
and I'm sure that I show it.
But if I had to pick something to change,
there would be no limits,
for those who have spirit,
because they have everything to gain.
When I was younger,
I used to think that
our teenage years would be
different.
I thought we'd all be happy
and have boyfriends.
But in reality,
we're all depressed.
And there was a girl who I knew the face of well. I saw her all the time, but I couldn't find her name in my mind.
The world is crazy, but never slowing down
I see so many different people whenever I look around
Black, white, yellow, and red
I see all these people inside my head
But why do we hate the way people look
We learn to walk the halls
Put our heads down
And play along
Why are the lights so dim?
Is this a classroom
What would I change?
Shit, where do I start...
If only I could eliminate all the times a boyfriend stomped on my heart.
If I could erase all the times I stayed in the house,
alarms scream "get up!",
muffled grumbles, throws covers
winter break is gone
darkened bedroom lit
checking messages missed
groggy eyes blur screen
time flies, leaving soon
I am a woman.
I am fat. I have rolls. I have stretch marks. I have scars and pimples. I have freckles, moles, and birthmarks. I have hair in places I don't want it.
I do not know Poe, He not know i, why why, expel information for score i must, let pen kiss paper, i say let me write, why why, dead and gone, words of the few still ring, please save me, vapid my mind is becoming, emancipate my spirit, why why ,
When I was in middle school
I was such a fool
Hanging around with my pals
Acting so very “cool.”
But I’m in high school now
I’ll make it through somehow...
Oh for heaven’s sake
It’s never vocalized or stated clearly, but it exists – that is, in theory
A shadow cast by parents, teachers, peers, and more
Labeled “Academically-inclined”; to an automatic clique assigned
Once a hobby, now a chore
I’m sound asleep
My fleece blankets swallowing me in their cuddly softness
All of a sudden my alarm clock shrills to life
Leadership, Endurance, Social Skills, Self expression
Outside these books we've learned some lessons
We've progressed and prospered, we've grew and gained, we experienced and evolved
Have you ever leaned back
And watch the world turn?
Turning, turning…
Have you ever felt
The sigh of relief
As the bell rings
And the hall is filled
With the shuffling feet?
We get punished for not meeting your expectations
Of getting the grades and acing our examinations
With disappointment slapped across your faces
The feeling of shame has become our number one basis
In a swarm of scattered souls
Lie traveling whispers in our ears
And yet the decent one stands alone over there
And even from afar the whispers were clear
Whispers shouldn’t be that loud
Have you ever felt alone. You could be around a crowd of people yet feel like your the lonliest person ever?
Sh! t you can’t say to your teacher!
Dearest teacher,
Can you please learn to put in your grades on time?
I don’t care that you have a wife
Not knowing what my future may withold from me
I try my hardest to strive for excellence
I want to be the next to succeed.
not end up on the streets with a heart that doesn't bleed.
One of the brightest students
they call me
though they do not see the darkness
clouding my mind
Want to make everyone happy
they say about me
though they do not see
Ah school school school
Such a famous buliding block for success but all so difficult for the common student
Friendly to those whom meet your standards to the "T" but the source of stress for those who do not
School is a place where I love to go,
Where I stare at a board so my mind will grow.
I love it so much I could go all year,
Yeah, that's right, no sarcasm here.
I love how I learn just what my teachers say,
I am your darkie.
Your raisin in the sun.
Your guide to trendsy, urban culture;
Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'.
A pawn in your game.
You smile in my face, spewing your venom.
And I smile,
I'm the type of guy
who tries not to say "I"
Because when I saying "I"
is showing too much pr"i"de.
'I' was raised that way
believing there is a link
to the philosophy of my kind
I am not a number.
I am not a rank out of my class, which is a bummer.
I am not a number on a four-point scale.
I am not just a student, and I like to rebel.
I am a person.
Technology is cool when
you see it on TV, hear about it
on the radio, but we just spent
too much money for shit
that we don't need.
The fancy calculators, the dumb
Always last in Gym Class,
I Never stood a chance in Debate.
Immediately chosen for any Group task,
That science Fair was a piece of Cake.
Teachers love me,
Oh how they praise me.
Others not so much,
Here's a problem to solve:
You're given a set of numbers and rules,
Expected to manufacture meaning from it all.
Deliberating decisions isn't always a choice,
Everyone’s a rebel,
we all want to change the system.
We all shout until our throats are sore
but the government won’t listen.
School funding is paid by
the local property taxes.
As I walk down the halls in the prison known as school
I see the clown kissing the cheer queen
I see the Bull pushing the next Einstein down the hollowed stairs
I see the Brick walls creating corners of the prison cells
I am the girl that is permanently stainedThere’s more to sex than giving birth and STDSSometimes if your lucky you’ll still have your prince charming and be a drop dead beauty queen,
Here's our school spirit
Yeah, you gotta hear it
echoing through the halls.
Dead silence
because filth and violence
are the main events this fall
We represent our lovely school
I am lost.
Now
Teacher, I don’t have time for your ramblings
Teacher, I don’t need your downcast looks
Teacher, stop talking. Listen
BLACK
By David Harris
So many times I’ve heard,
“You don’t act black”,
And to this day I still don’t understand,
How does one act a color?
Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
Roses are red,
Violets aren't really blue,
But that doesn't really matter,
Because homework sucks,
And so do you.
I hate this class,
I hate this pass,
I can't even get up to take a piss.
A tear falls down.
Just one, then two.
I hang my head to hide my face,
But I know he stiffens, closes off, turns away,
Avoids seeing me as he makes his rounds.
Round and round the papers go,
From the moment I walked in,
You judged me.
It was apparent you knew nothin'
I know nothing in the life comes free,
But you told me I couldn't afford
The one thing I wanted to be.
Dazed in the classroomJust barely still awakeThe teacher droning on and onHow much of this can I take? No fun games, no interaction No matrices or chemical reactionsJust poetry by Emerson and Poe
Shit you can’t say to your teacher:
“I’m tired,”
For she will think you didn’t sleep enough last night.
“I’m really distracted,”
For she will think you have no interest in learning.
I wouldn't say it is a good sign,
to wake up dreading the people inside,
our chamber of learning, knowledge to find.
My heart beats fast, my brain throbs my mind.
But what can I do? The law says I must.
This slop,
This glop,
No, please, stop
I don't understand
Why you say you feed us by hand
But we look at our plates
And see our fates
It is like staring into the abyss
She let him walk away from his only escape
She gave him an F because he wouldn't follow her directions
Oh teacher, Oh teacher, what must I say
This work that you give;
Causes too much dismay.
When I get home this is what I do,
I curse to the Heavens, “Oh f you!”.
Now it is time to settle down,
"Who said you can't live forever lied-
Of course, I'll live on, forever I'll, forever I will
Live on.
You can't ever deny my flaws.
I'll live on forever, I'll forever.."
Another worksheet that I will not need past high school.
Yeah, I understand that school is not meant to be “cool.”
But how is the Pythagorean Identity going to better my life?
Education has stopped being about the students
If this insults you
and you think we should apologize for our rudeness
Then we are glad we have grasped your attention
Dear Mr. American History:
Your tie: red white and blue,
representing the noose of oppression you pledge yourself to.
I go to school almost everday, each day to learn.
Your job is to teach us, use that degree that you have earned.
You tell us that you care, but when I am seeking answers you are no where to be found.
you think she is your friend
she will laugh at your jokes
but she has her motives
without me she had no friends
I gave her friends and my time
I gave her so much untill...
Girls like her, they don’t feel.
That’s what you tell yourself.
Vicious is how one would describe your words.
But that doesn’t stop you from typing them out.
Without blinking you press enter.
They came up with this bright idea, a place of education,
or so they thought.
This place to teach us standrads and information
A bunch of fakers and liers is all I got.
Math,English,Science,History
Never say "im tired",
there is no excuse.
Never say "my dog ate it",
because that is over used.
Never say "your wrong",
that is not right.
Never say "can i leave?",
because its not even night.
He walks with
his leather jacket slumped over
his shoulders
and his violet backpack
swinging violently
from
his shoulders.
His mouth is
a motor,
Everystudent by Destani Jewett
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away,
Lived a creature, Everystudent was its name.
Now the people in this kingdom cared for none else,
I am told to report bullying,
I see it everyday.
But every time I talk about it,
I get shunned away.
The bathrooms here at school,
They are so filthy and dirty.
It’s a school of honors and honor students
Who balance themselves on the edge
Of excellence and nothingness
And everyday
The paper, books, sentences, numbers, deadlines
Crush them
You just don't get it
All that I go through.
All that everyone has to go through.
You say, oh you have it so easy.
The stress piled on feels like I am never going to get out from under this.
Don't do this, don't say that
Oh, here's some "food" that'll make you feel like crap
Is that not enough?
Would you like some more?
How about I give you a pop quiz that'll drop your score.
The Piece of Paper
As the bell begins to ring
a sea of students invades the halls
the sounds of lockers
Hey Mr. Principal,
Hey Mr. Smith,
I hope you sit comfortably –
On your plush office plinth,
With all your private accolades –
That no one could care about,
To the varsity trophies –
The time is here
Its the start of a new year
All schools are preparing
For children to being with their horse playing
Teachers are saying that learning is key
But all we know to argue and ask why?
You would think that a place that advoctes equality by hanging a banner stamped "No Place
Believe me when I say that I never like to complain
But at the risk of staying sane allow me to dissect my brain
And peel back the nerves to show you what I’m hiding
Humans all can behave the same.
We can look similar,
But we are different, obtaining fame.
Some not, though you think we're all familiar.
We come from everywhere.
From apartments to streets to the hotels,
Can I just leave please
I'm not feeling school today
Sitting for hours
Staring at this wall, so bored
Only three more blocks left, score
Up in class.
The teacher is talking about something
but it seems like nobody is listening
and I swear I just heard somebody behind me say Paul Bunyan.
Dude
What does that have to do with this math?
In school I fake a mask of friendly satisfaction,
Feeling like a fool for three fourths of that time fraction,
Teachers just see me as a student,
To friends I'm just another face,
7th grade, in the middle of middle school, friends come and go, thought i wouldn't be able to make it, thought about hurting myself, Mybe being out of the picture would have been better, 7th grade, a year when my ride cam crashing down on me, nobo
Baaaaaaah
Halcyon lights shine
above calm information. Non-inflammatory
signs are guides to a knowledge line
Baaaaaaah
A rainbow burts through the calm sea
The students
Walk down the hallway
And toss the
Vagrant's gold
On the ground
Meanwhile
The man leans
On his broom
And eyes humanity
With a sordid look
I look around
At the school halls.
And I think to myself,
"This is hell."
The teachers are boring,
The students are dramatic,
No one understands my struggle.
Hiding behind my books,
slumped over my desk
Head down in defeat,
as I stumble over each word
Professors claim we lazy and just don’t get it
Nah sir, that point? You done missed it.
It’s a scary time to be young, black, and gifted
The frame of picture we was supposed to paint done shifted
Working together is what we should do,
Giving a helping hand can be more than you think.
Speaking of our goals and how to achieve them makes a difference.
Energy is formed from within ourselves to strive for them.
I read the posters
I look at my shoes
I look at the clock
I doodle on my paper
never once do I look at you
Teacher...
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.
Forbes publishes “top jobs,”
and the sport of Googling can easily yield endless lists of “best careers” of any given year,
even those that have yet to come.
These labels are slapped
onto underrepresented fields,
Life's a stormy sea
With ups and down's you see
Change is our every revival
Adaptation is our means of survival
School isa ajungle you know
The predators put on a show
Hey teacher, teacher
I bet you never saw this coming
I bet if I told you you'd think I was lying
Cleverly disguised
Behind beauty and brains
But see with more than your eyes
Angel by day
The right to an education,
Is guaranteed.
To everyone.
This means that we are all,
On even ground in school.
And have equal opportunities to learn
And excel in our studies.
But just where
I am not okay
And I don't have the energy
All of it's exhausting
It's not that I'm not trying,
But that I can't seem to care.
Notes and tests and quizzes and books
It's all just way too much
I am bored.
My life is nothing
But school work
And people.
The people only serve to make me feel lost in a sea of faces.
I am erased.
The color in my soul dulled
They say that the chain
is only as strong as its weakest link.
A teacher is meant to combine and fit the links
Together.
As one.
Instead, they separate
And force
Each day you wake up to go to school
You often boar me until I drool,
Teaching is different for each body
As a teacher you should make the class a game lobby.
Dear Public Education,
I understand intensions,
schoolbook implications,
rubrics of attainment
and months of memorizations.
It is all hearty facts,
here some and then gone.
When I go to class
I always wonder
Will today be useful?
As the day does on sometime I think:
Did I crawl out of bed to get an education?
Does today count?
As I sit at my desk, while others finish their test
Thoughts gush through my head, like how a tidal wave spreads
Why am I in school? This is such bull
School is not about learning, it is about receiving an A
Teachers better start caring
About what their students know.
Instead of teaching just for the grades
Of the students—it's all a big show.
When you step out of the class room,
The School is full of shit
Students can't say what they want
All they are taught is to take a sit
The school is full of misogony
Girls can't talk about things that make men "uncomfortable"
"What in the world am I suppose to do"
I cant see the future, All I see is bleakness and Im feeling blue
Stress wraps around my body like a snake.
Assignments pile up making my back break.
Teachers are like slave owners and dictators
Treating us like we are pitiful traitors.
School is
Supposed to be a sacred place,
School is
Supposed to be a safe space,
Every student requires an equal opportunity,
A choice of their own
Between success and failure.
Education is sort of like a loose screw, attached to a failing machine that tomorrow might turn on and we’ll all find out doesn’t work anymore. Here, let me clarify.
I stroll into the room only a second after the bell,
And before I can even get all the way in, she's giving me hell!
I'm like Teach, Miss, I get what you're saying
What is something you can't say to your teacher?
Is it a thing or an action?
A place or person?
A problem or an obstacle?
A struggle or problem?
To tell you the truth we can tell all of this
Education
School
Future
These three words not only make chills go down more than half of Americas students
But also chills down the spines of their parents
i have to wonder where they're going with all of this.
The kids whin and sign
But school is the best
Not in all countries
It's truly a gift
We are blessed greatly
Compared to the world
Expectations,Standards,Deadlines,All wished to be met.Plethora of worksheets,Tests, Books,All meant to complete.
Education,Socialization,come together as one.
I hate myself and want to die
The chant in my head
As I try to work
Sunlight in the windows
But none of it falls inside
I hunch forward
My stomach clenches
I stare at my pencil
“I’m sorry, is my class boring you?” my teacher snaps at me.
No, ma’am, but the time I went to bed last night is a complete tragedy.
We, the "Responsible Young Adults,"
Shit you can’t say to your teacher?
It should be titled Shit I Should Say
Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
There it goes again.
Another fist to their jaws,
Another bomb to their world
That you promised was bombsheltered.
They’re sick and tired
Of being tired and sick.
Yet you’ve done nothing
I sit in my bed contemplating sleep
It's 3 AM again, but it is so early
I still have to speak to Jefferson about his ideas on federalism
I still need to figure out how to ask Pythagoras about his golden ratio
If you had known
At the time
In that very moment
That you had killed a little part of 8-year old me,
Would you still have done it?
And said what you did?
In front of who you did?
I can’t stand it.
Everyone thinks that they know better,
But they don’t.
Forty years ago
My father went here
A 13-year-old 8th grader
Finishing his last year
Thirty years afterwards
That was me
We both remember
The school on Madison Street
So I know there’s homework due today.
That much I really know.
I also know that now is the time
Where you collect it so…
I must explain to you
Why my homework isn’t here
At my school, every day is all work no play.
We get so tired that we just drift away.
Staying up ‘till twelve and up at six,
It’s a miracle we aren’t all sick.
Sometimes I wish that homework was less,
The AP system kills love
I don't care about you
All i want is perfect grades
To be better than the few
I want to rise to the top
That is my drug
The ecstacy of that 4.0
Huffing and puffing you rush,
rush through the sea of bodies,
pushing and shoving to make it to that room,
the oh so dreaded room.
You hear nothing but the sound of the clock,
Dear teacher
Our GPA is not our price tag
my worth is not decided by my proximity to the magic amount of 4.0 dollars.
It's obvious what you think of the students
not sitting in your uppity advanced placement seats.
Like Usual, I wake up at 5:15
5:15 for what?
Yes, you've guessed it -School
How would I ever like this thing called school after having to wake up so early daily?
I'm not a morning person
You want to feed my mind but i leave class hungry.
You sit in class and teach but I cant pay attention.
I dont understand why i fail, which is so funny.
I try and use the bathroom but i need your permission.
"They just don't know."
I thought to myself,
"They just don't understand it."
"If only they knew
that there are few
who have this gift and cherish it."
Many see school as quite a bore.
School just isn't your thing,
huh?
says my teacher
as I sit with my head in my palms.
That may be the case
I tell her.
For now
that is.
Students have issues.
We spend our days sitting in class rooms,
and our nights working minumum wage jobs.
Some of us live on our own,
and others don't have a home at all.
We have needs,
I may be quiet,
I may be shy,
but that doesn't mean
recognition will kill me.
What I'm doing right
-homework, quiet, listening-
even if everyone else is disregarding your voice,
My body is strapped in, held fast in place.
The mountainous load smacks the desk with full force
Dust disturbed from where it was resting.
I reach for the topmost paper, trembling I slide it down
Throughout or lives we encounter many stories.
Many we can't find the theme or the theme's unlike the contents held inside the story
First day of school
Take off your hat, are those tears in your pants?
Give steps in and I was suddenly in their trance
Pull up your pants she tells at the man besides me
Are you freaking kidding me just let us be
I walk the halls,
getting one last look at the walls.
They've never looked so pretty,
as I imbed them into memory.
I can still hear the screams,
and see the lights beam,
as I stand alone,
Why do you say I can’t go to a college?
So because I was not born in this country?
This is unfair! what about all my knowledge?
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
Take a seat,
and close your mouth.
Let me torment you instead.
The lesson for today,
is role reversal;
Take a seat
and take it to the head.
Let me take my anger out on you,
Stop telling me to shush
We’re not in the third grade
You’re not my mother
You can’t control what I say
…or maybe you can
When I get a bad grade
You tell me not to be scared to ask why
Morning sounded prettier to a young girl than the afternoon.
Piegon toed and bugged eyed walking to the bustop at an early time she did not know existed
Saw the most human beings she'd ever seen in her life: 20.
At school the other day, I was asked not to pray.
It rocked me and shocked me. What could I say?
I am but a student that is meant to obey.
But did they have the right to ask me not to pray?
I hate the crowd, the wrong crowd
That keeps me in,
I'm drowning now.
And there's no hope
No lovely hope
To keep me safe, to keep me sound.
I fall too easy, and I can't swim
To whom it may concern,
It is healthy food for which i yearn.
For it's called chicken but looks like a log.
Then after we eat, we continue to learn in fog.
I may be dark but I am not stupid.
What you expect based on my skin color,
I want to help, I want to succeed
I can't be lazy, I need to do this for me
School is the only thing going for me.
I get to expand my thoughts to bigger and better things.
My fresh, new assignment
On a crisp piece of paper in bold text
"I'll get right to it!" I say
As I lay it down on the corner of my desk
Never to be touched again
Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
I dream,
One day you would want me.
One day you would notice me.
One day you would forget work.
One day you would write me.
One day you would study me.
One day you would intice me,
Is all you care about is your health ?
If you're healthy, then we are?
Is it because im black you think im dumb?
Voice Unheard
Voice Unseen
Person of visibility
No longer seen
Invisible
Walks halls
Walks streets
Day after day
Still Unseen
Invisible
Voice of crys
I did not come here to watch chalk dust collect on that blackboard.
I did not come here to watch you watch us watch a video about something you can't explain.
I did not come here to memorize the quadratic formula.
When you were in school, what did you learn?
Did they teach you how to hide the fear in an urn?
Did your teachers ever face the problems that burned
Teachers, As i am fully aware that you have a job to do, teach I want you to be fully aware that i could honestly careless Why do i care about the revolutionary war or how the states got their names or who the 28th president was Don't get me wron
There are some students who don't respect. There are those who don't care about their teachers. Respect them and they will recommend
I sit in my class surrounded by numbers
Waiting for an explanation, but still ending with wonders
How does this work, and what to do next
Why does math have to be so complex?
I’m in your class everyday
But you don’t know me
Despite what you say
No grade can tell you who I am
I’m not one of your pets who will sit and cram
i hate this school
all the teachers think we are fools
we aren't your work mules
you do this all for cash
you never give a crap
all your homework is trash
I'm just gonna take a nap
Depression stress AnxietyWords linked with school societyWords linked with suicide and liquorThere's something wrong with this picture Piling up homework, Lower gradeWhat happened to being an aidLack of time and sleepLead students to become weak
I wake up at 6:00 in the morning.
I know hard work
I shuffle from class to class and fight that need for sleep.
I get out of school at 2:05.
From 6 -2 I deal with high school.
(Sigh)I guess Its that time of year againWhen we're back in a classroombut it feels like a denI want to see teachers and students making connectionsTeachers helping to oversee our imperfections
Who's to blame?We're all just so different,we take it for granted that we're right;point the fingers at anyone elseand mock the system.Just consider this:maybe we have our own way
You make me feel like theres no way out
I am trapped and confused I thought you could've helped
Why should I confess my problems when you yourself have caused them
your snide commentary
about our collective thoughts
puts everyone down
you're the reason
that we dread
coming to your class
Dear Bitch
You want me to burn?
To die?
Calling me ugly till I cry!
What else is there to do?
I went to you Mr. Dean
I went to you Mrs. Principle
but what did everyone say?
Dreading Spanish every day
Something I wish I could say to my teacher
You flirt with all the boys and ruffle their hair
When I leave crying,
I'm the "trouble maker" I'm the "Liar"
Who are you?
Are you the one I seek guidance from,
Or the one who depresses me?
What is your name?
Can it be the angelic symbol I follow,
Or the projects that surround me?
Ignorarnce.
She clings to her rules
As tightly as she ties her bun
No piece out of place,
Polished and proper.
For her there is only one;
One way to answer
One way to think
One way to question
I am sad,
I am hurt,
I am mad,
These words don’t work!
I feel empty,
I’m at a loss,
I’m insecure,
I’ve lost the toss.
I feel sick,
There’s too much stress,
You See MeChristopher L. You see me but you don’t hear me.You don’t know my name,I am a mostly a number.You teach toward the numbersNot to the people.You teach to the wallsNot to the names.You teach to the massesNot to the faces.You see me butYou
Ring, Ringtime for class.Crowded hallways. Freshman rushing, anxious, EXTREMELY easy to point out,backpacks larger than doorways allow.Here come the Sophmores careless, foolish but, wise
you were the first to noticethough not the first to teachall of the skills i'd need in lifeand the scabs i could not reach
There are two path ways
Right and wrong
which one would you choose?
School or skate park,
Homework or party.
Choices become overwhelming.
You can have fun today or a better tomorrow,
"You need to know this."
I wonder if it's only
For one single test.
---
"Think this way." They say.
"This is what is right." They say.
I haven't any say.
---
There's calculation.
He's on every wall of every room,
Around our necks and in our heads,
In our hearts, in what we said.
He hangs on the cross,
Head bowed in shame
'Cause you can't do one thing.
Dear Teacher,
I need to tell you something, but I don’t know how to.
Dear Teacher,
Where do I begin?
Dear Teacher,
Excuse me Miss
Please stop asking me the same questions over and over
I know my assignments are late
I know some things aren’t turned in
Truth is when I get home I don’t want to think about school
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 broken system,
Thats all it is,
They're ment to teach us,
But really they only break us down when we dont add up,
How can I learn to trust that you'll be there If I need you when I'm hurt or betrayed or scared, When most of your species only turns a blind eye To what goes on in this place, like it's sanctified.
Elementary school,
When's nap time? Is it my turn to bring snack?
Yayyyy, I can see my friends! Recess time! It's Friday, no homework!
Why must we fight
Instead of being friends
Why must we fight
For what reason should it be
Why must we fight
When we're all the same
Why must we fight
Just because someone is different
It's a Wednesday in November
And I'm struggling to keep my eyes open
I must look a mess
My eyes are droopy
And my hair is unbrushed
I'll admit, I didn't try at all this morning
To hear, if only I could hear. To hear those words so soft and fruitful. To hears suchwords when I am youthful. Time goes by and so does this rhyme, but riddle me this,
School is back, its that time again
teachers are wack, i get to see friends
if theres one thing i dont like its a loner
but overall i hate homework
teachers need to stop with all of this domework
You can't tell your teachers that the reason you didn't write your essay,
is because your hands were clutched around that cold porcelain bowl-
throat filled with acid,
your fingers shaking and white,
Sitting in my seat; doing so alone.
They say smile, be kind, and make new friends.
Tell me, admin, how easy that was for you.
Tell me, teacher, how to smile in a room of strangers.
6-paged paper due in a week
Fuck that, I thought to myself
The teacher was staring at me
and so I decided to scream.
"You must out of our mind"
She gave me a dirty look
"Time I can not find".
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!
Oh shitty shit shit who stands upon thee front class.
Who do you think you are? perhaps an ass?
One who plants stress in my interior
and who thinks is superior.
I yell enough is enough!
Sometimes I find myself watching other students do their schoolwork
However when I look at their faces, I usually don’t see a smirk
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
Now just because I say sh*t, don't think of me as rude.
I just got to get it off my chest, some of the sh*t you do I think is crude.
Like the way you look at me, as if I don't have the right kind of apptitude
This school was created for US
They were ment to serve our needs as blacks
Now you tell me I'm not good enough
I'll never be equal
I'll always have to work harder, be better
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass. It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class. She is funny, hilarious in fact. I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act. Her hair flows, skinny jeans show h
Oh teacher, oh teacher, put your phone away. Don't tell me in your "first day of school teacher tell all" that you are a stickler for the rules, and then text while we sit her and take notes.
We're not the Past
We're your Past
We wear diapers
We play with dolls
We dress up
We shoot toy guns
We build out of blocks
We make mud cakes
We talk to our imagination
You don’t know my name
Been in here a whole fucking year
Fifteen kids plus me
I know I don’t talk
But do you notice I listen?
No texting under the desk
Shouldn’t be personal
Yeah, my brain's getting bigger, But my skin's getting thinner, The test says that I'm a winner, But I'm not. Let me know that this won't last. Tell me that it's just a class, Don't tell me about all the past, Leaders of the land.
You are the shackles to my oppression, more similar to my depression
You say I can't succeed just as it says I can't be free
I am oppressed and depressed.
Twain says not to let school
Interfere with learning.
Well, teach, I've gotta say
You are getting in my way.
I need to learn: how to think,
How to live, how to be.
debris made of stardust trinkles past the cracksin my fingersbroken, jagged jigsawsof velvet skythat flows to my eyes hidingbehind my open handsin a makeshift shieldagainst the nature
Step Step Step,
Gum on my Shoe.
Look under the desk
Theres gum there too.
Hush Hush Hush,
The noise I cannot bear.
In all the space of the class,
Is there silence anywhere?
Dear School,
I think you suck.
I don't think you
give a f***.
My friends are bullied,
and no one cares.
Kids are crying,
it's just not fair.
Pen, Pencil, Paper
Do you even know what a word document can do?
Chalk, Eraser, Blackboard
Have you even heard of a SMARTboard?
VCR, VHS tape, CRT television
First it started with a snicker
Then there was a whisper
Now there is just my wimper
I feel so alone
With these scars on my heart
And the scars on my arms
They remind me of you
Can you understand the way?
Roll down the hill with the best of them?
The girls and guys who like each other.
The shame they feel when they walk down the hall.
Equality should be showcased.
the kid in the back of the class
too shy to talk to the other guys
too skinny to be on the football team
too scared to talk to the pretty girl;
long light brown hair and hazel eyes,
This is another story that I often think about:
the story of the team
after the car crash that ended the life of one of their own
fleeing to the dark library and grieving over a death far too early;
Hey you teacher standing in the front of the class room. You make me want to stand up and smack you with a dirty broom.
Slaying privateers with my blunderbuss,
The queen's lap dogs surrendering without a fuss,--
Remember this for the test: PV=nRT--
I took their ship, not caring if I was brusk.
I can't seem to shake her.
tell us that we're wrong
as we sing and preach the right song.
tell us that we're right
and then you keep us in your sight.
tell us that you care
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman.
How dare you take advantage of a young child.
She was innocent, sweet and mild.
Just because of her race you stood there
Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
Brutality at its best
Unhappy so you need power
Like a Tea Party member you’re ignorant
Like the blind man you can’t see that
Why do you give us so much homework?
I learn better in class
so stop being an ass
im sorry for my language
actually im not
i know im being a snot
but listen hear
i can't focus because i'm staring at your ass
during my advanced honors english class
you talk about oedipus and wuthering heights
i wonder if you notice my new lace tights
the smell of coffee on your breath
How would you know that maybe I haven't been skipping dinner
for the past couple of weeks?
I'm not hungry for a meal,
I'm not thirsty for knowledge,
I'm starving for feeling. I'm parched.
School can be a real drag
Sitting, listening to this old hag
Just tell me, why does school have to be so boring
You would thing that even the teachers would start snoring
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
What did we do? How did the judge rule?
How did we wind up here?
How did I end up in a prison called School?
What crime did I commit?
Honestly, to wind up in a place like this;
I'm a freshman in high school I know how to find 'x'I know that oxygen is a gasand that the Declaration of Independencewas signed on July 4th, 1776My education is going to change the world
I'm drowning. I can't keep my feet on the ground. I say "save me from this pain." But things just remain the same. There's no one else to blame for the scars on my skin. I don't think I can win. I can't hold on any longer.
Day 1: My feet hit the cold tile and my eyes strain at the board.
I hear your monotonous bore,
I think, I think, no more.
I am just another one of the horde.
Day 2: The straps pull at my back
You saw the ache under her artifical simper yet you sat and said nothing as her eyes plead for a cure to relive this agony form her casket everyday you watched her tear bare her skin in hopes of becoming free of her hollow soul and
You see me here
In this dumb chair
Making jokes with my peers
This ain't even fair
I don't get it
Was that a joke?
Can't we just quit
I may croak!
Your babbling on your hike through South America doesn't interest me.
Maybe if we were in Geography,
No.
We're in Math.
Don't tell my parents I'm not paying enough attention.
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.
You think you know me but you don't
Sitting behind that desk you wont
Deny; You've got something to hide too
Its PERSONAL to you
Numbers on pages, words are supposed to represent who we are
Dashing through the halls,
Carrying all my books,
Can I use the restroom,
Or will I be late to class?
Oh,
Ringing Bells, Ringing Bells,
These kids really smell,
My shorts.
My bare skin.
My long legs.
My apologies.
I wanted to wear shorts.
I disrupted his education.
You know what?
I've had it. Its time you hear the truth.
And if you really don't care to hear it,
Then fuck off, because this one goes out to you.
See I've got other things to do,
Deadlines
Closing in, a crouching tiger
Waiting for me to fail, say something wrong
As if I didn't hate myself enough already
"Quit making excuses, there was plenty of time for this assignment"
"Are you happy?" my therapist asks me.
"I do not know." I reply.
Because in the midst of all the partying and hanging with my friends,
I still feel alone.
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?
Prithee tell me, high school
When does it stop being cool
To kiss the Queen Bee's feet?
She may be full of honey
But she's anything but sweet.
Her eyes shine much like diamonds
Worksheets and notes due tomorrow
Final review due today
Surprise pop quiz next period
And lectures every day
Teaching is all the same
Write this and do that
You can't take a stand in your room
I won't care to stand to hear you
Your suppose to be a leader,
a role model
a teacher.
Not an insecure, naive, believer.
Remember the joy,
And remember the fun,
All of the days we had in room 161.
How we laughed and joked together,
And broke many of the rules,
But how we couldn't have helped it
there is an epidemic of thought thata master's degreedefines how much youcare and what i amas a being
First I started out counting and learning colors.
Man, I Felt so much smarter than the others.
Challenges grew harder, my brain was expanding.
Reading, writing and math were knew to my understanding.
As if it weren't enough, to choke up all my trust
friends are foe, boys come and go,
the clothes I wear lack lust.
Come to school and "look a fool"
go home then start again.
I am so dull
In a room that is so dark
I have entered a place where I am so clueless
I remember when
I had absolutely nothing to do.
How I would just lay in bed and
wait for something to pass me by
so I could just do
something.
Anything.
I want that back.
When I was young they told me money isn't real
If so can I say no to this foreclosure deal?
Will the hospital do free surgery on my heel?
Is there anybody out there that feels like I feel?
Hey, raised my hand.
Yet again not seen.
Here!
Taking attendance but not yet remeberd.
Student in the front row
Teacher treats her like a queen.
Not asking for much.
Its really quite simple.
I am driving without gas and without a destination.
On a track without interpretation.
Seemingly moving forward striped of imagination.
I look ahead and see nothing to my devastation.
The first day I met you,
my love,
the leaves were starting to turn red.
You came to me from the mouth of a man
with glasses and a British accent.
You were a word.
"Chemistry."
Take that old test down to the basement
Time to prove it doesn't mean sh*t
Take a big red marker; paint a target on it
Stick it to the cardboard, the way I wish
I could stick it to the teacher and have done with it
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
A class with no tests
now that would be the best.
we could focus on learning and growing and who we want to be
instead of a grade on a paper being the only thing we see.
The scenery around us is full of perfume and desperation.
Individuals enter the school halls with hidden feelings and failing fears.
Make shift masks are our uniforms.
I can feel you grow weaker
As you step inside the class
You use to torment me endlessly
But those days have passed
……………………………………………….
Why so much? Can't you see i hate it!Homework here, homework there And you don't even bother to grade it.This is stupid why should we do it?Look at all the extra work and there's nothing really to it,So common let's admit that you don't even like
You think you're hot sh*t don't you
because your clothes fit you and you got a nice whip riding after school.
You think you're hot sh*t don't you
because we will never be like you
I wear a skirt to school like many other girls.
A teacher stops me and says, "You're not in dresscode."
Are you serious? I'm the only one..because of my legs.
Long legs are a blessing and a curse.
I walk the halls that grow increasingly familiar
Yet at the same time, recognition becomes harder
These faces? These people? Strangers.
As the years go by, the ones I know
Disappear.
Sometimes teachers think that all we care about is being cool, but I guess they dont realize; We actually care about school.They think we find it boring, the facts we read untrue, but lets look at the bigger picture: should we be teaching you?
Day in and day out the children study
To become something that can make money
What they don't realize is that choice dead
They and their fate have already been wed
Today in class, you're one of many groups
As a teenager, we are taught to be an adult. But what is really an adult? They teach us about the Government, but nothing on how to do things after highschool.
Dear Mr. Teacher
I thought you should know
Nobody likes your class and your teaching skills blow
You’re not good at teaching; we all know it’s true
Believe it or not I’m here to help you
Algebra is stupid, when am I going to use it. Here goes another hour wasted of my life. I don't get it. The class im not looking forward too. It makes me want to shoot my self. I hate algebra and the teacher for teching it.
There might not be a reason why
But I know there is no reason to hate
The people say what route you take
And if you fall or fly
But I won't lie when I say
People make stupid mistakes.
Teachers don’t seem to understand anxiety,
They put us in front of a room of staring eyes waiting undeniably,
We are supposed to speak eloquent words full of meaning and substance,
Lost in the shadows,
Confined to monotony,
Oh, what a curse!
What’s worse, there are things to be “learned” in this paralyzing prison.
“Learned?”, you may ask? Yes, “learned.”.
For learning should be fun,
What can I tell you about my school?
It’s okay, nothing special
Been with the same kids year after year
Been with the same teachers year after year
It tends to get monotonous
Hearing the same drama
today they sat us all down
they asked us questions on a screen
they asked about drugs
and drinking
the things we're supposed to experiment with
they told us to be truthful,
so I was
I am at the cusp of the goalpost
I may even want to go beyond it, forward still
I want to learn and try more than most.
Yet the goal has a green ribbon that will
I try so hard to be my best.
But I end up being the worst in my class.
We take all these stupid tests,
not even one of us can pass.
If you have a problem with the sheet,
Students stare when I pass from class to class,
Teachers even give me double takes,
And glare when they realize what they see.
I'm not a boy.
My hair is cropped short, my jeans bag,
No one realizes,
They say she's all smiles,
always getting a good grade,
They don't think she will fade.
But what you don't know,
she goes home and the tears flow.
she hates herself,
When I dream, I dreamed of taking flight.
My Wings clean, pure and free.
I was so free...
I could fly as high as I wanted to and I wasn't afraid.
I felt like I could conquer all; overcome any challenges ahead.
Creativity lost
Students in seats
The same hours everyday
Expression kept inside
Same rubrics
No variation
No freedom
No escape
No outlet
Just a cold room
Test Tuesday. Project Wednesday. No late homework past Thursday. Marking period ends Friday.
Volleyball game wednesday. Newspaper club thursday.
Not enough time in the day, not enough days in the week.
grey hallways,
close us in,
trapping our imagination ,
trained to fight, trained to win,
similar to prison,
I wish it weren't true,
wondering about what awaits for me in the big wide blue,
Yes, I am fully aware that my cleavage is exposed.
No, I do not care.
Yes, I know that it is against school dress code.
No, I do not care.
You claim that it is distracting to the class to be “indecently exposed”
Set the alarm for Monday school
getting up early is really cruel
Get to class do my work, watch the clock
One end of the hall to the next is quite a walk
Reading, writing, submitting my work
There I sit, 30 minutes left,
nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush.
Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft,
let me go, I'm in a rush!
Run to the door,
but stopped in my track
Three times a marking period That's how often we can go But if you are married Then shouldn't you already know? You say it's too much, disruptive, distracting If we could stop it, we wouldn't be asking You've never experienced the anxiousness of
The role of an educator
grants power and authority,
Yet some treat students with
degrading inferiority
Your role is hard and I respect
your position
Because a role as a teacher is
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At first glance, the classroom is quiet
and the teacher is talking,
Students are attentive,
just simply learning.
However, go look closer
and you will find,
The rush from one class to the next...knowing nobody in the halls, just trying to get by. I always wonder, "Is this what high school is really like?" Does everyone have the same empty look in their eyes.....I wander to my class and wait for i
That damn bell, oh how I dread.
These mornings never change.
I think I’m seeing red.
I groan at the sight of the metal detectors and the line that waits.
The security guards with tired eyes, laying down the law.