Learn more about other poetry terms
Ya Know I'd Rather Be... UNIQUE... !!! Than Join These... PHONEY Cliques... !!!
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,
Exclusion or ... " Inclusion " ... Which Option Do You Choose ... ??? Do You Feel Like ... " Your Inclusion " ... Is The Passage To Be ... " Cool " ... ?!?
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
PAPER OR PLASTIC? FOLLOW THE LEADER DON’T GET LEFT BEHIND OR YOU WILL BE FOREVER FORGOTTEN. D O N O T R .I. P OR YOU WILL BE THROWN AWAY.
The day of auditions, I was calm. I didn’t fret, I didn’t freak. And every time I saw someone who was losing their mind, I went up to them, and said calmly, “Repeat after me.
A room of strangers,
Highschool. New dudes, new chicks. New classes, new cliques. New teacher, new book. thats freshman year, now lets tke another look. Highschool. Another teacher, algebra 2.
People, in life, learn to see Themselves just as titles--
At my school I am surrounded by wealth The girls are so beautiful, great outfits, great health Their lives seem so easy and effortless, never a thing to bring them down
I can see it nowThe huge doors opening my wayMillions of students pacing different directionsGetting to class, with only quick words to say Get to class on time
It’s not homework, information, and books,
It’s not homework, information, and books,
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of rose Are thoughts much more deep Than what people suppose I see my own faults Though you would never guess I
Who is to say what a win or a loss is? I believe the magnitude of the win should be measured like beauty Only in the eye of the beholder, should it be judged.
Individuality is a rarity We live in a world of carbon copies Of mass productions A world where uniqueness is taken for granted And similiraty is highly evident
When I look around I see conformity. We try to be the same to maintain a sense of normalcy but it just constricts our voices. The world is closing in around us,
if you never stop questioning what you're toldwhat you're shownwhat you're guaranteedwhat you're spoon-fed by the hand ofstingyswinishshrewd and slybusinessmenwell that's half the battle.
How am I?How am I?I'm fine I'm fighting back rageAt a broken down system I'm crying in painFor accepted ignorance I'm screaming bloodFor everyday injustice
The reason is simple. It’s not black and white. My pen is drawn to paper with ease For once, my mind is free. Words flow to and fro. I write for emotion. My feelings run with every thought.
Words that are for the wisdom we choose to seek Predators circle its prey until its last breath Dictators watch as it its it solemn flesh Stuck in one’s mind of the already decided
Zombies. Shuffling in a straight line. Thirsting for the one thing. Never satisfied. Zombies. Draw fake smiles on their faces. Everyday the same. They follow the rules, they say their graces.
I walk these ghetto streets to and fro People have come but most of them go Looking around for a ray of sunlight Darkness follows me without the moonlight I have been on this decrepit road forever
Indifference blinds my generation with ignorance, it’s a lack of concern, of attention and lack of interest, for other people, for life, and for God in every sense.
knowing when to run , knowing when to fly Knowing when to look back, knowing when to question why knowing when to run , knowing when to fly knowing when to live, and knowing how to survive
Cliques are just a form of people who have heartless thoughts , & feelings that you can't bare to think of with their evil stares demon like thoughts surround me every day, the way they move like a pack of cheetahs looking for their prey to fe
ignorant they are higher they get faster they drop blowing a blunt behind the yard soon i hop they hit the grave government strives to get them up ignorant am not straight A's all year
I see through you like clear water Like an absent man's daughter Positive on the outer But deep inside you are a doubter