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Some dance on flowers
Some dance on clouds
Some dance on feathers
While I dance on broken glass.
Written on phone
You are not a teacher.
You are a:
wisdom-imparter
confidence-booster,
esteem-increaser,
fun-creator,
book-reader,
­essay-writer,
dedication-inspirer,
love-definer,
joy-inducer,
ent­husiasm-evoker,
wonder-explorer,
beauty-demonstrator,
knowledge-s­harer,
thrill-designer,
truth-teller,
excitement-architect,
stude­nt-encourager,
A friend.
You are not a teacher.
I don't think people realise how much of an impact a teacher can have on the life of a self-conscious, self-loathing teenager with excruciatingly low self-esteem. This poem is dedicated to my wonderful GCSE English teacher who has helped me immensely over the last two years. I wouldn't be me without her. Thanks Miss :)
There once was a fish in the sea
That promised itself eternity.

That fish is you and me
And everything we'll never be.


F.Z.N
I want to be wrapped in soft shades
      of shimmering blue
celestial greens
deep, dark violet hues
I want to be
       held firm and steadied
yet rocked by chisled grace
I want my inner light
     to flow right over,
beaming all over the place
I want to be strummed
until
the tunes reach ethereal notes
      crescendo or staccato
whatever makes time float
I want magic in my palms
       as I cup your gentle face
I want to get electric
inside your firm embrace
      I  want to feel *******
when your eyes are on my soul
I want to feel that tension
build up and juice my flow
Yes.
      I am ready for connection
ready for oceans to break down walls
No longer afraid of waiting
Bring it on!
     I want it all

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