dennis-scherle - Hello Poetry

When i was a boy, i smiled. I smiled like life was perfect, in my mind it was, because its all i ever knew. I smiled untill i grew, an as i grew bigger my smile grew smaller, doctors still havent noticed the corelation of a kid who gets more depressed as they get taller. What they dont know the taller you are the farther you fall, so i now spend some night curled in a ball wishing i was small. My doctor offered pills, but my depression is a devopment of my surroundings, the government calls it middle class poverty, where we dont have food in the fridge but of coarse the government doesnt give a **** because the class we barely fall in.. so we fall deeper into debt, having to hold our breath so we dont drown in the red. Some days id rather be dead, or at least gone far away but by the time Dawn comes i realize im here to stay, i have a responsibility here to watch out for my little brother and sister. And i smile as i watch them grow every day, Im also trying stay in a school i barely fit in, still broke . 17 dollars an 12 cents, the amount of money i currently have in my bank account. The worst part it is more then my parents so for the next three days i have to eat n buy gas, i know at twice the deal i can get an extra large peperonie pizza for 7 dollars and 90 cents leaving me with 9 dollars and 22 cents and its 3 dollars n 50 cents to get there n back to my sweetheart but 8 dollars for school so people wonder why the poor end up like fools the numbers just never added up. Its not our fault, so we beg and like a taunt the government offers 30 percent off tuition like its a gift dont waste it but most kids in my stand point could never taste it we are trapped.

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC

when i was a boy i smiled

When i was a boy, i smiled. I smiled like life was perfect, in my mind it was, because its all i ever knew. I smiled untill i grew, an as i grew bigger my smile grew smaller, doctors still havent noticed the corelation of a kid who gets more depressed as they get taller. What they dont know the taller you are the farther you fall, so i now spend some night curled in a ball wishing i was small. My doctor offered pills, but my depression is a devopment of my surroundings, the government calls it middle class poverty, where we dont have food in the fridge but of coarse the government doesnt give a **** because the class we barely fall in.. so we fall deeper into debt, having to hold our breath so we dont drown in the red. Some days id rather be dead, or at least gone far away but by the time Dawn comes i realize im here to stay, i have a responsibility here to watch out for my little brother and sister. And i smile as i watch them grow every day, Im also trying stay in a school i barely fit in, still broke . 17 dollars an 12 cents, the amount of money i currently have in my bank account. The worst part it is more then my parents so for the next three days i have to eat n buy gas, i know at twice the deal i can get an extra large peperonie pizza for 7 dollars and 90 cents leaving me with 9 dollars and 22 cents and its 3 dollars n 50 cents to get there n back to my sweetheart but 8 dollars for school so people wonder why the poor end up like fools the numbers just never added up. Its not our fault, so we beg and like a taunt the government offers 30 percent off tuition like its a gift dont waste it but most kids in my stand point could never taste it we are trapped.

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A D C B B B Be correct please... I cant stand these tests Desighned to determine the worth of our mind. Dont mind me im just suisidal because i got a C, plus these desks lined infront of me, im my three hour exam that took me two and a half hours of writting i took the rest of my time to count the isles, 35 then i took some time to count how many were lined in front of me 31, and with me thats 1120 desks filled with students so stressed you could cut their hope with a single breath. Now this horror scene has no bars but the crippiling debt deffinitly imprisons us. Its funny that a gymnasium can be turned to a slaughter house, maybe even a gas chamber killing hope by the masses leaving thoasands behind because they allready got their check.

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC

exam

A D C B B B Be correct please... I cant stand these tests Desighned to determine the worth of our mind. Dont mind me im just suisidal because i got a C, plus these desks lined infront of me, im my three hour exam that took me two and a half hours of writting i took the rest of my time to count the isles, 35 then i took some time to count how many were lined in front of me 31, and with me thats 1120 desks filled with students so stressed you could cut their hope with a single breath. Now this horror scene has no bars but the crippiling debt deffinitly imprisons us. Its funny that a gymnasium can be turned to a slaughter house, maybe even a gas chamber killing hope by the masses leaving thoasands behind because they allready got their check.

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Every smile is to be paid double its weight in pain, paid outright and full before intrest is gained. I escaped depressions grasps for first 12 years of my life. Someone forgot to tell me what i owe, now i dont mean to seek pitty with my tale of missery and woe. But it seems some nights the devil takes a certain interest in my crimson eliqour of life. he to just wants to see it pour from my veins flow like silk down my leg and hear me say.. nothing.. no cry for help in fear someone would notice the scars i cover with my pair of jeans. Some say its in that that i aquired such a lovely taste a hatred for myself. Others have told me to get over it, everyone feels depressed sometimes, but most nights i dont see the light my path is a foggy stormy night sailing without the stars you can not tell me its the same and im the one who should lay the blaime on myself for letting it get this bad.

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC

debt

Every smile is to be paid double its weight in pain, paid outright and full before intrest is gained. I escaped depressions grasps for first 12 years of my life. Someone forgot to tell me what i owe, now i dont mean to seek pitty with my tale of missery and woe. But it seems some nights the devil takes a certain interest in my crimson eliqour of life. he to just wants to see it pour from my veins flow like silk down my leg and hear me say.. nothing.. no cry for help in fear someone would notice the scars i cover with my pair of jeans. Some say its in that that i aquired such a lovely taste a hatred for myself. Others have told me to get over it, everyone feels depressed sometimes, but most nights i dont see the light my path is a foggy stormy night sailing without the stars you can not tell me its the same and im the one who should lay the blaime on myself for letting it get this bad.

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Remember when flowers and butterflys were to girly for guys to draw, so some guys practiced in their rooms curving lines to make art, blending the pencil's lead residue left on the page to create depths of endless proportion in our mind. Then came the colours, bold and bright enough to make us smile. Remember the grade school bully who saw the picture and made fun of us for it, but deep inside he was jealous. Then in high school art class we were asked to draw it and finally our time has come. We once again blend the colours and pencil lead to form the memorizing wings of the butterfly amongst the bright yellow flower. For this moment we were Picasso and Voticheli at once. We ceased the moment and claimed it as our own, we put the others in awe by the. time we were finished. For this moment we were artist's. .

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May 1, 2014

May 1, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC

art

Remember when flowers and butterflys were to girly for guys to draw, so some guys practiced in their rooms curving lines to make art, blending the pencil's lead residue left on the page to create depths of endless proportion in our mind. Then came the colours, bold and bright enough to make us smile. Remember the grade school bully who saw the picture and made fun of us for it, but deep inside he was jealous. Then in high school art class we were asked to draw it and finally our time has come. We once again blend the colours and pencil lead to form the memorizing wings of the butterfly amongst the bright yellow flower. For this moment we were Picasso and Voticheli at once. We ceased the moment and claimed it as our own, we put the others in awe by the. time we were finished. For this moment we were artist's. .

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Here is a four letter word I put between Canada and I. I'm just sayin it ain't hate. Its the place i live and the reason i give my four letter word isn't just its great, sure our society is corrupted but give me a minute to explain I'm sure you'll find it's worth it. I agree Canada is far from perfect, but name a country that is. I'm saying right now if I had a choice from anywhere in the world this is still the country in which i want to live. Maybe we do need to get our ethics up to speed, but countries are killing just for the leaders they want to please. There are countries with communism that ended in oppression where if you say no to conformity they will teach you a lesson. This can be paid by death unless you can write a really fat check. People are dying and their government isn't even trying to look for their killers and it isn't us who are oil spillers in the gulf. Sure we could cut down prisons and use the tax in missions to help feed those who need but there are good people who proceed to do this please believe me when I say some of the nicest people are those who say eh, to me **** Canada is far too harsh, sure you can say **** politicians even **** religion **** segregation and **** the sexist people of the nation but don't insult the place I love as a whole cuz now you are the one who's spreading hate

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC

I love my country

Here is a four letter word I put between Canada and I. I'm just sayin it ain't hate. Its the place i live and the reason i give my four letter word isn't just its great, sure our society is corrupted but give me a minute to explain I'm sure you'll find it's worth it. I agree Canada is far from perfect, but name a country that is. I'm saying right now if I had a choice from anywhere in the world this is still the country in which i want to live. Maybe we do need to get our ethics up to speed, but countries are killing just for the leaders they want to please. There are countries with communism that ended in oppression where if you say no to conformity they will teach you a lesson. This can be paid by death unless you can write a really fat check. People are dying and their government isn't even trying to look for their killers and it isn't us who are oil spillers in the gulf. Sure we could cut down prisons and use the tax in missions to help feed those who need but there are good people who proceed to do this please believe me when I say some of the nicest people are those who say eh, to me **** Canada is far too harsh, sure you can say **** politicians even **** religion **** segregation and **** the sexist people of the nation but don't insult the place I love as a whole cuz now you are the one who's spreading hate

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There is a girl i sit behind in a class we are asked to hone our craft of writting, producing storys and tales but in my mind poetry stiill prevails, this girl has long light brown hair that flows like silk down her soft face jeweled by her big bright brown eyes that draw me in. She speaks from her heart and can captivate any reader she gives the glorious chance to glimps upon her work. Her words could move mountains with the weight of truth she uses. Still she does not see it, sadley she does not see the gold in her soul, the angelic like perfections that make up her face beauty is not worth the essence of what you trully are, for you make the stars envious with how u shine, your eyes so amazing they are like a rainbow a child sees in the sprinklers reflection to remind every man that deep down is a boy who still thinks the world is full of wonder you give me the same feeling as christmas and just like the grinch u made my heart grow three sizes bigger then nyone thought possible to the more astonishing part you ddnt just make me fall in love with you, you showed me i can love myself even with the times i grunted n growned as u made me look after my health a good nights sleep before you meant nothing, but now with you a dreamer has a reason to sleep hopeing i can see you even a second longer in my head as storys play like projector screens thinkin of the magic it would make me feel if i could only just kiss you, Your lips softly pressing against mine. The idea brings fireworks to my mental imagery, my body becomes lifted full of energy. Like the sky that was once dark and smogy is fresh again, i take a deep breath inhailing the clean air that clenses my heavy soul. I reach my hand over my cheast realizing the heart you stole. Thinkin its safer where it is cuz my hearts a wild animal and its wrong to keep it locked up behind the cage of bone being my ribs. Memories like monkey faces and tickle fights, curved with philosophy and a cold cola dwn my neck while you laugh enough to everyone stare but we diddnt care, whats highschool without silly memories, like asking bout my feet. Or convincing me to keep my dorky hair that never seems to lay flat in the back. Picking jokes at my baggy jeans, stealing sweaters but that part always made me smile thinking something of mine kept you warm, no matter if it was dark or a snow storm know im close to you. The thought of my arms around you, sometimes we might get pulled into dark thoughts, we are tested and pulled, sometimes you might think you have nothing but know you will always have me. I care so much i will never let you forget. Till the life leaves from body and i take my last breath. You are strong, you are smart, you are beautiful. THANK YOU, You made this grumpy man smile.

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC

Riddles

There is a girl i sit behind in a class we are asked to hone our craft of writting, producing storys and tales but in my mind poetry stiill prevails, this girl has long light brown hair that flows like silk down her soft face jeweled by her big bright brown eyes that draw me in. She speaks from her heart and can captivate any reader she gives the glorious chance to glimps upon her work. Her words could move mountains with the weight of truth she uses. Still she does not see it, sadley she does not see the gold in her soul, the angelic like perfections that make up her face beauty is not worth the essence of what you trully are, for you make the stars envious with how u shine, your eyes so amazing they are like a rainbow a child sees in the sprinklers reflection to remind every man that deep down is a boy who still thinks the world is full of wonder you give me the same feeling as christmas and just like the grinch u made my heart grow three sizes bigger then nyone thought possible to the more astonishing part you ddnt just make me fall in love with you, you showed me i can love myself even with the times i grunted n growned as u made me look after my health a good nights sleep before you meant nothing, but now with you a dreamer has a reason to sleep hopeing i can see you even a second longer in my head as storys play like projector screens thinkin of the magic it would make me feel if i could only just kiss you, Your lips softly pressing against mine. The idea brings fireworks to my mental imagery, my body becomes lifted full of energy. Like the sky that was once dark and smogy is fresh again, i take a deep breath inhailing the clean air that clenses my heavy soul. I reach my hand over my cheast realizing the heart you stole. Thinkin its safer where it is cuz my hearts a wild animal and its wrong to keep it locked up behind the cage of bone being my ribs. Memories like monkey faces and tickle fights, curved with philosophy and a cold cola dwn my neck while you laugh enough to everyone stare but we diddnt care, whats highschool without silly memories, like asking bout my feet. Or convincing me to keep my dorky hair that never seems to lay flat in the back. Picking jokes at my baggy jeans, stealing sweaters but that part always made me smile thinking something of mine kept you warm, no matter if it was dark or a snow storm know im close to you. The thought of my arms around you, sometimes we might get pulled into dark thoughts, we are tested and pulled, sometimes you might think you have nothing but know you will always have me. I care so much i will never let you forget. Till the life leaves from body and i take my last breath. You are strong, you are smart, you are beautiful. THANK YOU, You made this grumpy man smile.

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Today i start over I found out im not as dumb as i once thought I found out how early acceptance to university can bring a smile that lasts for a while Condasending claims will now sease to darken my flame As i will burn brighter Each step seems lighter lifting off the ground In my head only music sounds like i made it **** your false odds from the same kids who stay at home all day to play COD The hours praying to God begging to help me study and pass The strength not to relapse and let my past be just that... My past Today i smile longer then i remember, today i raised the bar im not just the scary guy who fights with his fists within my words i undoubtibly exsist Today i thank those who helped who saw more of me then i ever dreamed possoble thank you

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC

today is good

Today i start over I found out im not as dumb as i once thought I found out how early acceptance to university can bring a smile that lasts for a while Condasending claims will now sease to darken my flame As i will burn brighter Each step seems lighter lifting off the ground In my head only music sounds like i made it **** your false odds from the same kids who stay at home all day to play COD The hours praying to God begging to help me study and pass The strength not to relapse and let my past be just that... My past Today i smile longer then i remember, today i raised the bar im not just the scary guy who fights with his fists within my words i undoubtibly exsist Today i thank those who helped who saw more of me then i ever dreamed possoble thank you

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Drip drip drop I watch the blood run dwn my leg then pool on the bathroom floor in one spot Drip drip drop I lock the door so i wont be caught Drip drip drop I lock the foor so i wont be stopped Drip drip drop I look at my leg this is for my flesh as i carve n F Drip drip drop This is for the ******* remarks in place i carve an A Drip drip drop Im done with being called an idiot accedentally so i carve an I Drip drip drop For everyone who called me a looser or laughed i carve an L Drip drip drop People who made me feel useless this is for you as i carve a U Drip drip drop This is for those who made me realize what i am so i carve an R Drip drip drop This ones for me the last letter i carve an E Drip drip drop I lay in the tub watching the water run red replaying FAILURE over and over in my head

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC

drip drip drop

Drip drip drop I watch the blood run dwn my leg then pool on the bathroom floor in one spot Drip drip drop I lock the door so i wont be caught Drip drip drop I lock the foor so i wont be stopped Drip drip drop I look at my leg this is for my flesh as i carve n F Drip drip drop This is for the ******* remarks in place i carve an A Drip drip drop Im done with being called an idiot accedentally so i carve an I Drip drip drop For everyone who called me a looser or laughed i carve an L Drip drip drop People who made me feel useless this is for you as i carve a U Drip drip drop This is for those who made me realize what i am so i carve an R Drip drip drop This ones for me the last letter i carve an E Drip drip drop I lay in the tub watching the water run red replaying FAILURE over and over in my head

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lately my world has come to a halt and i hold it all in as my own fault change can be good but deep down I'm scared I'm scared to think that someone could actually care Even though I had friends and family growing up I felt alone, hidden in my head with no one home I made the dark hole I lay in as I thought my heart was stone, but in the end I'm the one who believed I had nothing to give in my head I had absolutely no reason to live but now maybe I have to let go and myself is who I have to forgive, I held hate for far to long sang one to many sad songs, maybe I have to realize that I found a place I could maybe belong to the girls who helped me change. Thank you I owe everything even when my heart is stained. I will try to fix the hurt I made, it's weird to think a a few hours of sleep a night 4 months ago was impossible and the possibility of me living past thirty was improbable. 3 grams of caffeine a day is no number for any human to play. the beautiful brown hair girl took it away to think I should stay. This beautiful girl showed me I deserve to live. maybe I do have more then nothing to give I am someone, I am more then my designers make and model I'm more then my belly or bad grammar I'm more then the bad things I see and maybe one day I think I can be happy with being me. to that beautiful brown hair brown eyed girl I love you I'm sorry I put up a fight every night and I pray everyday to see your smile shine bright maybe one day I hope to see your right maybe one day ill actually get to hold you at night

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Jan 20, 2014

Jan 20, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC

Maybe

lately my world has come to a halt and i hold it all in as my own fault change can be good but deep down I'm scared I'm scared to think that someone could actually care Even though I had friends and family growing up I felt alone, hidden in my head with no one home I made the dark hole I lay in as I thought my heart was stone, but in the end I'm the one who believed I had nothing to give in my head I had absolutely no reason to live but now maybe I have to let go and myself is who I have to forgive, I held hate for far to long sang one to many sad songs, maybe I have to realize that I found a place I could maybe belong to the girls who helped me change. Thank you I owe everything even when my heart is stained. I will try to fix the hurt I made, it's weird to think a a few hours of sleep a night 4 months ago was impossible and the possibility of me living past thirty was improbable. 3 grams of caffeine a day is no number for any human to play. the beautiful brown hair girl took it away to think I should stay. This beautiful girl showed me I deserve to live. maybe I do have more then nothing to give I am someone, I am more then my designers make and model I'm more then my belly or bad grammar I'm more then the bad things I see and maybe one day I think I can be happy with being me. to that beautiful brown hair brown eyed girl I love you I'm sorry I put up a fight every night and I pray everyday to see your smile shine bright maybe one day I hope to see your right maybe one day ill actually get to hold you at night

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u want more emotion, maybe im just tourchered to the point im just going through the motions praying out there i find a potion to let me relax, maybe stop the wise cracks about how im fat or how minimal the cash is i stack. or maybe the fact when i cut open my vain i just see black no crimson blood just black oozing from the cracks as if my tanned skin is a stone statue starting to crumble under the weight of self loathing. the fact of deep down id rather be a better person but it bugs me i cant afford the fancy clothing, even in our society how we hype up to the idea then it comes to play and no one seems to stay like whatever happened to kony we live amungst phoneys saying their better only to better their pride and maybe to impress a futer bride collecting money only green in there eyes envious of those that accumulate wealth but seem to be blind to those who have nothing pushin it off to someone who has more to give now tell me again wat gives u a greater right to live over the young women even children forced into *** but u need to spend ur check on a fancy rolex because ur life is complex now im not saying im better though i have been gifted with my life but in my heart i still cry everynight because were on borrowed time ive seen people distroy themselves in hate a freind in grade 9 became addicted to cocain now shooting ****** in his vein his leather jacked stained skin n bones calling on the phone for his next fix my mom with her slit wrists pretending i dont exist now is that enough emotion for u after all im still just a kid.

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Jan 14, 2014

Jan 14, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC

emotion

u want more emotion, maybe im just tourchered to the point im just going through the motions praying out there i find a potion to let me relax, maybe stop the wise cracks about how im fat or how minimal the cash is i stack. or maybe the fact when i cut open my vain i just see black no crimson blood just black oozing from the cracks as if my tanned skin is a stone statue starting to crumble under the weight of self loathing. the fact of deep down id rather be a better person but it bugs me i cant afford the fancy clothing, even in our society how we hype up to the idea then it comes to play and no one seems to stay like whatever happened to kony we live amungst phoneys saying their better only to better their pride and maybe to impress a futer bride collecting money only green in there eyes envious of those that accumulate wealth but seem to be blind to those who have nothing pushin it off to someone who has more to give now tell me again wat gives u a greater right to live over the young women even children forced into *** but u need to spend ur check on a fancy rolex because ur life is complex now im not saying im better though i have been gifted with my life but in my heart i still cry everynight because were on borrowed time ive seen people distroy themselves in hate a freind in grade 9 became addicted to cocain now shooting ****** in his vein his leather jacked stained skin n bones calling on the phone for his next fix my mom with her slit wrists pretending i dont exist now is that enough emotion for u after all im still just a kid.

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