IsaacNeedsAHobby - Hello Poetry

T'was the night before school, And stuck in her house, The teacher was stirring, Over her computer mouse. Names on the folders, Written with care, Was there an extra? Right over there. T'was the night before school, And all through the town, Parents were cheering, It was a ritious sound. "A free day tomorrow!" Is what the wife said. "Yes," said the husband. "Now lets go to bed." T'was the night before school, And kids were tucked into bed. Memories of homework, Filled them with dread. New pencils, new folders, New notebooks too, New teachers new friends, Their anxiety grew. Their parents laughed and they giggled, When they learned of this fright, And shouted upstairs, "GO TO BED! ITS A SCHOOL NIGHT!"

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Oct 14, 2017

Oct 14, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC

T'was The Night Before School

T'was the night before school, And stuck in her house, The teacher was stirring, Over her computer mouse. Names on the folders, Written with care, Was there an extra? Right over there. T'was the night before school, And all through the town, Parents were cheering, It was a ritious sound. "A free day tomorrow!" Is what the wife said. "Yes," said the husband. "Now lets go to bed." T'was the night before school, And kids were tucked into bed. Memories of homework, Filled them with dread. New pencils, new folders, New notebooks too, New teachers new friends, Their anxiety grew. Their parents laughed and they giggled, When they learned of this fright, And shouted upstairs, "GO TO BED! ITS A SCHOOL NIGHT!"

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I forgot. I'm sorry. If I don't know it's important to you, I won't give it a second thought. You yelled at me, Because I didn't know. That's like a math teacher, Getting mad at a second grade student, Who can't multiply. If I don't know it, Don't blame it on me. I forgot. I'm sorry.

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC

I forgot.

I forgot. I'm sorry. If I don't know it's important to you, I won't give it a second thought. You yelled at me, Because I didn't know. That's like a math teacher, Getting mad at a second grade student, Who can't multiply. If I don't know it, Don't blame it on me. I forgot. I'm sorry.

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A Monday morning, Slamming your face on your keyboard, Ripping through the everyday sorrows, Yeah. One of those days. Bleeding out your guts to people, Letting it spill out on the floor for all to see, One of those days. No coffee Means No energy. No energy Means, Tiredness. Tiredness Means Not wanting to get up, Splitting your face on the floor, Crying your ever loving soul out, And not having the energy to get back up. One of those. Staring in to the void, Hoping for a soul to reach out from it, Assuring you. "It's okay. I've been there." Those days. Where your life seems it's shattering to pieces. And guess what? You have to get up, And do it again tomorrow.

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC

One Of Those Days

A Monday morning, Slamming your face on your keyboard, Ripping through the everyday sorrows, Yeah. One of those days. Bleeding out your guts to people, Letting it spill out on the floor for all to see, One of those days. No coffee Means No energy. No energy Means, Tiredness. Tiredness Means Not wanting to get up, Splitting your face on the floor, Crying your ever loving soul out, And not having the energy to get back up. One of those. Staring in to the void, Hoping for a soul to reach out from it, Assuring you. "It's okay. I've been there." Those days. Where your life seems it's shattering to pieces. And guess what? You have to get up, And do it again tomorrow.

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Me, myself and I, Don't see I to eye. Me, myself and I, Don't get along. Myself: There's three of us on the scene, And I don't wanna sound mean, But let me tell you that- I'm happy without Me! Me: Myselfs holding me back, And now I'm on the wrong track, Because: I: Finally I'm free! I: From here on out, We can do things separately! Without all the struggle, And internal strife! So now that we're separate, We can do anything! Myself: Don't let the door hit you- Me: Have a nice life. Me: I'm through with Myself, I'm better of without Him. Me, Myself and I, Dont get along. Without Him.

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC

Me, Myself, And I

Me, myself and I, Don't see I to eye. Me, myself and I, Don't get along. Myself: There's three of us on the scene, And I don't wanna sound mean, But let me tell you that- I'm happy without Me! Me: Myselfs holding me back, And now I'm on the wrong track, Because: I: Finally I'm free! I: From here on out, We can do things separately! Without all the struggle, And internal strife! So now that we're separate, We can do anything! Myself: Don't let the door hit you- Me: Have a nice life. Me: I'm through with Myself, I'm better of without Him. Me, Myself and I, Dont get along. Without Him.

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Time to explain: Even though this is a poem site, I wanted to make something clear. I've been going on several hiatus lately, and it's because I'm lost. I know most people will say this is normal, but I wanted to make sure. I'm completed drained of ideas, and each time I go to write, play music, draw...I feel empty. It's not giving me the same feeling anymore. Everything has become dull. I just wanted some help/reassurance. Sorry for bugging you guys, but I needed to put this somewhere publicly where I knew there would be people that would understand. And if you read all of that just to help me, a Radom stranger... God bless you.

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC

Still drained.

Time to explain: Even though this is a poem site, I wanted to make something clear. I've been going on several hiatus lately, and it's because I'm lost. I know most people will say this is normal, but I wanted to make sure. I'm completed drained of ideas, and each time I go to write, play music, draw...I feel empty. It's not giving me the same feeling anymore. Everything has become dull. I just wanted some help/reassurance. Sorry for bugging you guys, but I needed to put this somewhere publicly where I knew there would be people that would understand. And if you read all of that just to help me, a Radom stranger... God bless you.

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My poems are getting shorter, So is my will to live. My scars are aching, So is my back, My feet, My heart, Drained of love, My mind, Drained of thoughts, My eyes, Can no longer see beauty, See happiness, The colors of the flowers when the bloom, And most of all, My body. Drained of all hope. Can't eat, Sleep, Laugh, Cry Hope, Love, I'm drained.

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC

Drained.

My poems are getting shorter, So is my will to live. My scars are aching, So is my back, My feet, My heart, Drained of love, My mind, Drained of thoughts, My eyes, Can no longer see beauty, See happiness, The colors of the flowers when the bloom, And most of all, My body. Drained of all hope. Can't eat, Sleep, Laugh, Cry Hope, Love, I'm drained.

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I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to break something. To hurt something. To hurt myself. I've already hurt my friends. Now it's my turn. Get out. Get out. Out of my head. Out of my mind. Out of my life. End it. End my life. Break glass. Just like me. Broken. Inside me. Feelings. Stuck. Helpless. TrApEd.

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC

ItS tRaPeD.

I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to break something. To hurt something. To hurt myself. I've already hurt my friends. Now it's my turn. Get out. Get out. Out of my head. Out of my mind. Out of my life. End it. End my life. Break glass. Just like me. Broken. Inside me. Feelings. Stuck. Helpless. TrApEd.

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Best friends are people who make your problems, Just so you don't have to go through them alone.

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC

Friends

Best friends are people who make your problems, Just so you don't have to go through them alone.

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Let me tell you 'bout a story of a truck drivin' girl, In a custom made monster truck she took for a whirl! That little speed demon, gonna be a star! With her learners permit, and an adult in the car! She may be out for a lark, but she can't parallel park, She's a truck drivin' girl! One day she'll get her license, and she'll have it all, She can pick up her friends, and take a drive to the mall! That little red head, gonna rock my world! She's a truck drivin girl! She's a truck drivin girl! She's a, Tire spinnin' Gear grindin' Clutch burnin' Back firin' Paint tradin' Red linin' Over heatin' Throttle stompin' Truck drivin' girl!

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC

Truck Drivin' Girl

Let me tell you 'bout a story of a truck drivin' girl, In a custom made monster truck she took for a whirl! That little speed demon, gonna be a star! With her learners permit, and an adult in the car! She may be out for a lark, but she can't parallel park, She's a truck drivin' girl! One day she'll get her license, and she'll have it all, She can pick up her friends, and take a drive to the mall! That little red head, gonna rock my world! She's a truck drivin girl! She's a truck drivin girl! She's a, Tire spinnin' Gear grindin' Clutch burnin' Back firin' Paint tradin' Red linin' Over heatin' Throttle stompin' Truck drivin' girl!

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I've written about loving someone, But I'm not in love with anyone. Why do you write lies, you ask. Coming up with poems is such a simple task! I hate when people say this. I'm sorry, it's true. I do write lies, But it's all for you! I write poems for the public, Not for me! You may say it's all a hoax, It's true you see! Some things are lies, Some things are true, But in the end, It's all for you!

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC

Why Do I Write Like This?

I've written about loving someone, But I'm not in love with anyone. Why do you write lies, you ask. Coming up with poems is such a simple task! I hate when people say this. I'm sorry, it's true. I do write lies, But it's all for you! I write poems for the public, Not for me! You may say it's all a hoax, It's true you see! Some things are lies, Some things are true, But in the end, It's all for you!

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