d-7 - Hello Poetry

4: i am fed with alphabet soup, and i am made to sing this song that sounds catchy. this seems rather fun. 9: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24 my teacher says that we have to recite our timetables whenever we come into class. i like seeing my brain grow from day to day. 16: floating from room to room, just to have my mind rearranged, and "YOU HAVE EXAMS. GET YOUR **** TOGETHER" being shoved down your throat. learning is no longer useful, for all that matter is that grade in red. A, B, C, D or E? it defines your life. all that i feel like doing is burning my textbooks, notes and my school. i am only 16, but i am so worn out.

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May 18, 2014

May 18, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC

education.

4: i am fed with alphabet soup, and i am made to sing this song that sounds catchy. this seems rather fun. 9: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24 my teacher says that we have to recite our timetables whenever we come into class. i like seeing my brain grow from day to day. 16: floating from room to room, just to have my mind rearranged, and "YOU HAVE EXAMS. GET YOUR **** TOGETHER" being shoved down your throat. learning is no longer useful, for all that matter is that grade in red. A, B, C, D or E? it defines your life. all that i feel like doing is burning my textbooks, notes and my school. i am only 16, but i am so worn out.

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emanating the stench of alcohol you used the key to your heart and it was opened; pent-up emotions poured out heartfelt words sentiments memories poured out of your mouth like the way water would flow off a tap you said that you were proud of me you told me to take care of myself ( i was confused, i was scared ) your eyes got coloured from white to red little droplets of liquid forming over your eyeballs ( i did not know what to do ) i watched as molecules of alcohol fed you to the angels (or perhaps, demons) of sentiments. (d.b.)

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 9:13 AM UTC

daddy

emanating the stench of alcohol you used the key to your heart and it was opened; pent-up emotions poured out heartfelt words sentiments memories poured out of your mouth like the way water would flow off a tap you said that you were proud of me you told me to take care of myself ( i was confused, i was scared ) your eyes got coloured from white to red little droplets of liquid forming over your eyeballs ( i did not know what to do ) i watched as molecules of alcohol fed you to the angels (or perhaps, demons) of sentiments. (d.b.)

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walking down the street I see this boy; goregous laden with muscles his glistening white teeth reflecting his beauty. I am rid of words to describe him for my vocabulary bank has just withered. Cheesy and overused it may sound, but I think, he's perfect. I look at the mirror and all I see are wide hips, thighs that probably have pigs in them, and a face that makes me want to punch the mirror. I think of him, and I ask myself, "why am I so ugly?" (d.b.)

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC

ugly

walking down the street I see this boy; goregous laden with muscles his glistening white teeth reflecting his beauty. I am rid of words to describe him for my vocabulary bank has just withered. Cheesy and overused it may sound, but I think, he's perfect. I look at the mirror and all I see are wide hips, thighs that probably have pigs in them, and a face that makes me want to punch the mirror. I think of him, and I ask myself, "why am I so ugly?" (d.b.)

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I met the criteria, but i'm worried about my mind feeling that i'm adequate. I ask, Am I adequate? He responds, with a resonating harsh bitter 'No'. At that moment, with pain, came the realization that no matter what i did, my mind wouldn't see me as adequate. Alas, he couldn't be pacified, and I never realized that I was actually adequate until it was too late. (d.b.)

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC

am i adequate?

I met the criteria, but i'm worried about my mind feeling that i'm adequate. I ask, Am I adequate? He responds, with a resonating harsh bitter 'No'. At that moment, with pain, came the realization that no matter what i did, my mind wouldn't see me as adequate. Alas, he couldn't be pacified, and I never realized that I was actually adequate until it was too late. (d.b.)

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peppered with the latest technology adorn with the best clothes "you have everything! you're so lucky!" coming home to an empty home spinning round and round and round with no one to hold you they say that you're supposed to be happy but they really don't know that materialism doesn't satisfy the heart or the soul you're always left craving for something more and the happiness you feel is like gold that's made of out of plastic (d.b.)

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC

the tale of the rich girl

peppered with the latest technology adorn with the best clothes "you have everything! you're so lucky!" coming home to an empty home spinning round and round and round with no one to hold you they say that you're supposed to be happy but they really don't know that materialism doesn't satisfy the heart or the soul you're always left craving for something more and the happiness you feel is like gold that's made of out of plastic (d.b.)

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reminiscent /ˌreməˈnisənt/ (adj) - you're surrounded by things that provoke your mind memories keep flooding in mp4s pop up in your robotic little head, that you've attempted to build, just to stop feeling. you're like tohoku after that tsunami; you're damaged but you know that you have to be a little bit stronger against these memories. you're used to it. (d.b)

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Oct 12, 2013

Oct 12, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC

reminiscent

reminiscent /ˌreməˈnisənt/ (adj) - you're surrounded by things that provoke your mind memories keep flooding in mp4s pop up in your robotic little head, that you've attempted to build, just to stop feeling. you're like tohoku after that tsunami; you're damaged but you know that you have to be a little bit stronger against these memories. you're used to it. (d.b)

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acceptance one word. ten letters. it seems so meaningless, but yet it means so much. some die trying to search for it. some fight to love themselves, ( 'you're a mistake' 'disappointment.' 'useless.' 'good for nothing' ) some lose a roof over their heads. some bonds get destroyed. some feel lonely. some feel lost. you never will know, if that boy walking down the street may be fighting with himself. you never will know, if that girl may not love her best-friend for who she really is. you never will know, if your classmates' parents kicked him out the house that was supposed to be his home. so, why don't you be nice to that person next to you? after all, we are all of the same species, aren't we? who knows, we could prevent a life from being ruined. (d.b.)

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Oct 9, 2013

Oct 9, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC

acceptance

acceptance one word. ten letters. it seems so meaningless, but yet it means so much. some die trying to search for it. some fight to love themselves, ( 'you're a mistake' 'disappointment.' 'useless.' 'good for nothing' ) some lose a roof over their heads. some bonds get destroyed. some feel lonely. some feel lost. you never will know, if that boy walking down the street may be fighting with himself. you never will know, if that girl may not love her best-friend for who she really is. you never will know, if your classmates' parents kicked him out the house that was supposed to be his home. so, why don't you be nice to that person next to you? after all, we are all of the same species, aren't we? who knows, we could prevent a life from being ruined. (d.b.)

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setting millions of alarms on your mobile phone books and notes scattered all around droopy eyes shutting off... jolts of nightmares test papers test papers test papers A big F written on the side on each one of them thoughts fashioned in the form of thorns that aim to destroy you. eyes wide open staring into space trying to fathom yourself what is sleep?

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC

what is sleep?

setting millions of alarms on your mobile phone books and notes scattered all around droopy eyes shutting off... jolts of nightmares test papers test papers test papers A big F written on the side on each one of them thoughts fashioned in the form of thorns that aim to destroy you. eyes wide open staring into space trying to fathom yourself what is sleep?

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