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rod-watson
I started writing poems when I was in the fifth grade and I loved it from the start I felt as it was truly a way that I could express myself. I have written many poems over the years and now since im in the 11th grade ive decided to be an poet
I am in a solid state Neutral no moving parts The only thing I feel Is the beating of my heart Thump! Thump! I feel against my chest Leaving me to think about the rest My nervousness has frozen me Allowing me to be no longer free This paralysis inside of me Will it be for eternity I can not even move my eyes How will I know when the sun arise This solid state that i'm in Has me thinking i'm growing thin But how could I know I'm only numb I could not feel a ***** at my thumb All I know is this is my fate To forever live in a solid state If I could only have one more feeling That would be great
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Solid State
I open my eyes up And I see the world as it is I ask myself is this how it's going to be I ask myself are we really free What choices do I have Hillary or Trump Like seriously man Are you kidding me One people say is a liar and cheat The other one people say is a racist with a hair piece Are these really the choices I have Must I just accept the world as it is Either way the USA is gonna take a lost I know we must pick a president but at what costs Either way its gonna be a downfall The american citizens are gonna take it the hardest of all This is the world as it is But the presidential polls Isn't the only thing that is taking its toll Black lives matters yes they do But to me all lives matter that is a true fact too Cops killing innocent people without conviction is wrong But we can not retaliate on the police an take their lives For two wrongs Do not make a right What happened to the peace that MLK wanted He wanted us all to get along Is that wrong? Must I just accept the world as it is?
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
World As It Is
My days are counting down I am almost done can't mess up now These years have flew by From Freshman To Senior But I ask myself have I been a great leader Have I made a difference over these years Have I helped those I love heal all of their tears I ask myself as these last days fall Did I really stand proud and tall Did I do what was right Corrected all my wrongs I am about to be rewarded for these twelve years that lasted so so long As these last days are falling I can finally say I can be free at last from Ole L and E
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Last Days Falling
As you walk that long road A road that is called life It can be filled with greatness It can be filled with strife Down the Road There can be challenges There can be obstacles There can be downfalls But all of them leads Down that one road That one road is Everything that contains you That one road is what you love what you hate what you cherish what  you create Down the road You will find yourself
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Down The Road
Is the way I think weird Should I hide it from the world Or should I be open and Let it unfurl Should I say what I think And think about what I say Because everything that comes out my mouth There is a price to pay These prices are called consequences They can be good or bad They can make me or break me Change my mood from happy to sad These things I say The choices I make Every single road I take There is a consequence to pay The way I think is unique For my mind is beautiful Like roses fresh From a flower boutique
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
The Way I Think ( Consequences)
The Great Depression Days where countries felt like secession The deadly dust bowl swept crops away The stock market crashed Everyone had to pay The Great Depression A lot of people died From the dust that flew by As the tumbleweeds flied The Great Depression The money went away Food was rationed But not every day Most of the food Was sent away For the soldiers That risk their lives everyday
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Dark Times in America
My school It has hallways filled with screaming students Lockers that has been unused for years Teachers that act as Dictators in the classroom. In my school sometimes you can even hear a teacher yelling at his students he's yelling at you very on peers. Even in my math class My teacher Mr.Broyles Acts as an terrible Dictator Sit down Shut your mouth Turn around He barks at my class then all i can think in my mind is wow he's such an *** Oh and during the pledge of the Texas Flag Don't you you dare talk or to the principals office Mr.Broyles will send you for a walk In my U.S History class here comes Mr.Pace He's an jolly man and he always has a smile on his face But you better do your work in his class Or like Mr.Broyles he might act like an *** Don't have your phone out or he'll scream and shout Then he'll take your phone up Then you'll argue and pout Now My Favorite teacher is Mr.Fellers He works on cars I've been in his class for years look how i've come so far. In his class i have learned to change oil Learned to change a tire and check the pressure He tells me one day i could be a mechanic for hire This is my school Those are some of my classes and i Thank God almighty that not all of my teachers are *****
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
School
The burning flame That lays in my heart Starts my day with a kick start It gets me from start to end That burning flame is the love that grows from within.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Burning Flame
My eyes They see so much My eyes are graced with spontaneous vision They see wonders beyond my wildest dreams They see the beauty of waterfalls They see lakes with their slowly moving streams They see the light blue sky And the snow white clouds My eyes are something that makes me Very very proud They see the dark night They see the stars that shine so bright But most importantly what I see Is the hidden love and creativity Hidden in me
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
My Eyes
What is a dream? A dream is something that you want to come true A dream is something that is treasured no matter old or new A true dream is a thing that you would climb upon the highest mountain And reach the top of the highest peak A dream is something that is special to you Because everyone is truely unique A dream is truely a piece of art Beacause to achieve one all you have to Is believe it in your heart
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
What is a dream