manu719 - Hello Poetry

I do not know what to write about. This is quite honestly stressing me out. As time is almost over and my paper still white, My time management is clear to sight. I’d like to stop it, take it, make it mine But my ideas can’t leave my mind. They are here, they’re good, but they’re not on paper. But what do I do when the time is tight? I sit down here and write these ****** lines.

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Jun 2, 2018

Jun 2, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC

Writer's Block

I do not know what to write about. This is quite honestly stressing me out. As time is almost over and my paper still white, My time management is clear to sight. I’d like to stop it, take it, make it mine But my ideas can’t leave my mind. They are here, they’re good, but they’re not on paper. But what do I do when the time is tight? I sit down here and write these ****** lines.

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Have you ever wondered how your life would be if you were somebody else? I have, and it takes courage, empathy, and acuity to fully understand what another person is going through in their life. I have the inane ability to create figments of reality about myself being someone else. I have wondered how would it be like to be indubitably pretty. I picture myself being the girl who is confident, popular, preppy, somewhat testy, and surprisingly smart. In my mind, she is perfect and has not experienced any of the humiliations that I have. It pains me to think of myself as a travesty of her image, but that is all I am. A nerdy girl in school, her glasses falling from her nose, thinking about how her alter ego could conquer the world. But I never thought that she suffered too. She is reputed to be a loose woman and others' jealousy enervate her confidence, but she has a penchant need for attention and, for that, she won't stay away from those who hurt her. She is fecund, very capable, but she fears that her intelligence will turn her into someone else. A pretty girl in school, her popularity falling apart, fearing she will become someone like me. I won't judge her because she wouldn't be able to walk a day in my shoes, because I know I wouldn't be able to walk in hers either. But I hope that now that I understand her life, I get to walk with confidence that she has.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC

To Be Her

Have you ever wondered how your life would be if you were somebody else? I have, and it takes courage, empathy, and acuity to fully understand what another person is going through in their life. I have the inane ability to create figments of reality about myself being someone else. I have wondered how would it be like to be indubitably pretty. I picture myself being the girl who is confident, popular, preppy, somewhat testy, and surprisingly smart. In my mind, she is perfect and has not experienced any of the humiliations that I have. It pains me to think of myself as a travesty of her image, but that is all I am. A nerdy girl in school, her glasses falling from her nose, thinking about how her alter ego could conquer the world. But I never thought that she suffered too. She is reputed to be a loose woman and others' jealousy enervate her confidence, but she has a penchant need for attention and, for that, she won't stay away from those who hurt her. She is fecund, very capable, but she fears that her intelligence will turn her into someone else. A pretty girl in school, her popularity falling apart, fearing she will become someone like me. I won't judge her because she wouldn't be able to walk a day in my shoes, because I know I wouldn't be able to walk in hers either. But I hope that now that I understand her life, I get to walk with confidence that she has.

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by Valerie De Jesús I trusted my father More than anyone in this world. He could talk about anything And I wouldn’t question a single word. He made me believe in the craziest thing; Chickens come from trees. At first, I thought it couldn’t be possible. How can chickens grow from trees? But my father proved me wrong; Chickens come from trees. He signaled a tree in our backyard And said; “Look at that tree and tell me what you can see.” I looked at the tree and said; “All I can see is a tree full of leaves.” He picked up a rock and said; “Take another look”, And threw the rock towards the tree. Chickens jumped off out of nowhere! My father told me the truth; Chickens come from trees. I told everyone about this. My tree wasn’t an ordinary tree; My tree could grow chickens. Why would I keep that as a secret? No one else had a chicken tree; No one else had a father like him. I trusted my father More than anyone in this world. He can talk about anything And I will question his words. As I no longer believe in the craziest thing; Chickens do not come from trees.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC

The Chicken Tree

by Valerie De Jesús I trusted my father More than anyone in this world. He could talk about anything And I wouldn’t question a single word. He made me believe in the craziest thing; Chickens come from trees. At first, I thought it couldn’t be possible. How can chickens grow from trees? But my father proved me wrong; Chickens come from trees. He signaled a tree in our backyard And said; “Look at that tree and tell me what you can see.” I looked at the tree and said; “All I can see is a tree full of leaves.” He picked up a rock and said; “Take another look”, And threw the rock towards the tree. Chickens jumped off out of nowhere! My father told me the truth; Chickens come from trees. I told everyone about this. My tree wasn’t an ordinary tree; My tree could grow chickens. Why would I keep that as a secret? No one else had a chicken tree; No one else had a father like him. I trusted my father More than anyone in this world. He can talk about anything And I will question his words. As I no longer believe in the craziest thing; Chickens do not come from trees.

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