lord of g
Jun 11

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I don't want to change

I like where I am and don't want to move
I may not like here but I don't want to move

You tell me I have to change school because theres to many kids
But there has always been to many kids

I like it here with my friends
I've know this my hole life

I dont want to go there
They will beat me and can't do a thing about it

I'm weak and fralie and you want to send me to a school where you have to tuff and strong

There just going to eat me alive

Please don't make me go

I have lived in the same home for 11 years and my school I go to now is 5 miles away but because there to many kids so there moving kids around so now there trying to tell me to go to a school 20 miles away its a BAD school people just keep building more and more house and no school why make me suffer if it not my fault
Lone Wolf
Lone Wolf
Aug 8, 2014      Aug 9, 2014

Concrete walls to keep me in check
And make us all conform to your laws
And teach us responsibility
Grinding normality into our skulls
Grinding on my nerves
They never got to heal
Every brush of skin
Makes me feel the walls close in
No music to soothe
To block the noise
Inside or out of my head
180 more days
The expect a 180 degree turn
In my behavior from last year
But all I can do is stare
And dream of the woods

Micheal Wolf
Micheal Wolf
Mar 23, 2013      Mar 24, 2013

It begins
A feeling or a sense
Something that is different
Separate from the rest
A glance a sneer
A hidden joke
Now its one or two
The only one not laughing?
It is always you
It doesn't take many
The focus of three or four
A nickname like fatty
Or geek or whore
The teacher's they don't notice
Its just foolish play
Tell that to the child
That cries to sleep each day
Try to join their group
It just makes it worse
They now have you closer
To play their evil games
They feed upon your pain
Your grades are poor you can't explain
The teachers say your lazy
The bullying has altered you
You think you have gone crazy
The day you leave the day for you
Life can start afresh
School was like a prison
No more will you now take

Joe Wilson
Joe Wilson
Jan 26, 2014

Up we go, up the stairs
To sleep or dream or play with bears
Under cover with ‘secret’ lamps
Beds turn into night time camps
Where special messages are passed about
“Only in whispers, you mustn’t shout.”
’cause we’re asleep our parents think
Our tired red eyes are on the brink…

Then “wake up children, time to go,
one more day at school you know.”
Off we race to get to class
To take some tests we hope to pass
Then running home at end of day
Homework, tea, and then we play
amazing games in the weekends
having fun with all our friends.

©JRW2014

Why do we attend our Schools, shouldn't it be to learn?  T

Why do we attend our Schools, shouldn't it be to learn?  There are those who have the wrong idea, we end up going on their term.
They come into the building, with no good on their minds.  As they spot out the Gym or Cafeteria, they're prepared to commit a crime.
They take out evil weapons, such as a knife or gun.  The students and staff are so filled with fear, they began to run.
Why do we attend our Schools, somehow the shooter believes a lie?  In his mind he began to think," Today people have to die."
Why do we continue to have "Copy Cats," to repeat these scenes over again?  Something really need to be done, about suffering from other men sins.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Silos stand still
Blood flows buried
Beneath shut off notices and half empty heartlands
Shit in one hand, less in the other
Boarded up banks and big screens in the window
Satellite dish death pumps out kids with no coats
While dad sits crumpled on the couch
He is better now
Winter winds and hunger keep them from the heat
But brick buildings and arithmetic don't last
It will soon be over and the heavy hand of summer
Will smack square on China chins that will quick grow into metal
Pulling heads down and pushing fists up
Shame shifts quietly
Bottles become angry rings on an empty bar
Circles dance dark under empty eyes of the same
Circles dance circles become knuckles cracked from the clinching
From the hanging on
Wishing for the bell to save them from the beating

Red bull in the morning is Heaven,
waking up and going to school is Hell.
Getting through the halls are easy,
when you're saved by the bell.
All my classes are pretty hard,
Honors biology is the worst.
I swear I'm going to pass,
My intelligence turned into a curse.

sinandpoems
Oct 12, 2010

My goal is to become invisible. Accept my awkwardness. Don’t mind the pitter patter of my talkative feet. They have nothing worthy to say. Please, walk by me; let me feel your gust of perfumed wind. I want nothing more than your inattention. Your glance reassures my confused existence, my selfish questioning of this life the twisting pain of my inability to connect with these fellow beings. My heart is here, but I have buried it under the thickening of my skin. I skinned the layers off everyone who crawled inside my safe spot and turned where I could hide into an exposition; robbed me of my sanctuary, so their skin I harvested for this façade of carelessness. Eye contact isn’t acceptable dear stranger, because my eyes don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. I will tell you tales I don’t dare tell myself. Power walk to your SUVS, be among your own kind. Let my outline drip onto the cold sidewalks, walk all over my skin with your designer shoes, feed my organs to your dogs and cats, dispose of this weary face. Maybe if I become part of this dirty utopia, there will be no reason to stare; you won’t be able to tell the difference between your new Wal-Mart and my decrepit body.

Jord
Jord
Sep 10, 2014

My trident is dull
and the sea is getting deeper-
up until it sees the sun and
and leaves...

left in a hurry- but the right way
after such a tragedy in the history of
sin-
and complex emotions word of
tongue cannot show the remoteness
of our essence

 
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