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Chris Jan 2019
School is filled with rules.
Followed by too many fools.
Spending many years in schools.
You think we'd have the tools!

Tools to help let us know.
Help us find where we'll go.
To put our thoughts on show.
Make our creativity flow!

Instead we're put inside a cell.
Falling deeper within our well.
We're forced to live in this hell.
Never to break free from our shell!

Pulling us further from our kin.
We're to find the area within.
Setting us up for greater sins.
What's learned can't help with what we're in!

They want a story to rhyme
But won't give you any time
Stay silent like a mime
Feel like you've commit a crime.

Teachers will take what you earn
Being left with no where to turn
To become more than a fern
We must choose what we learn.
So I wrote this poem after taking a math test that I thought was something that I'm never gonna use because I plan to be a Drama or English teacher. I would like to have a discussion with people about this but teachers just ignore me or wave me away. We should introduce subjects and let the students choose if they want to follow them. Not have everything mandatory and useless. As an English teacher I would rarely, if ever, need to use the quadratic function. I also feel many times in school, our creativity is stomped out and we're to be machines that repeat menial tasks. I would like to hear anyone who read this far's opinion in the comments.

Thank you, enjoy.
Chris Dec 2018
Steal these thoughts from me
Flaunt them for all to see
Thievery brought to a new degree
Destruction flung intentionally carefree

Pain for others to feel
Feign your part in the deal
Gain from what's not real
Chain em' and make em' kneel.

Smile a grin too wide for life
Insert too deep, the starving knife
The crowds wear masks of gleeful pain
Adorn your crown to embark your reign.

Leaving questions for my kind
Weaving together all his finds
Heaving the smiles of broken minds
Cleaving away the frail binds

Turn on this happiness machine
Dine on our delightful cuisine
Make me feel like Athene
Beyond what my smile'll see
Take a guess at what it means. This was inspired by the song "Happiness Machine" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OJKiKeIcjM
Chris Dec 2018
One heart beats and another starts
The machine assembles the parts.
Sprinkled with water it's set free
Our lives are spent to bloom the seed.
A woman's cry to start this life
The tools never tell us lies.
It tells us it's positive
Try to pause a bit.
Let things slow down
Thought's will make you drown.
Your belief tells you what
Your mind thinks too much.
Say yes to end the pain
But end a life in vain.
A family member has a teen pregnancy. I want to help but every thinks it's amazing. They don't realize that she's already behind on grades and will have a hard time dealing with the real world but everyone acts as if this is good.
Chris Dec 2018
It happens to
everyone.
It will affect
everything.
A set of dolls
smashed.
A child's life
bashed.
Your car's
crashed.
Headlights
flashed
A marriage
trashed.


You've caused
abuse.
You've been
abused.
Family can
abuse.
Laws are
abused.
This is for all the scumbags.
Chris Dec 2018
Songs change as time goes by. People smile then begin to cry. But if songs change the life we live then surly there's more passion to give. I feel like I've lost my love, when more music lies just above. The music we seek hides in our dreams strewn together in too many seams. My love of music is my greatest vice and my only bit of life's advice. Music plows through our hearts, branching from a childish start. If music gives our lives such spice then why can't it always be so nice? The message left for you to keep is not one that's too deep, if you want music to flow then you must plant the seeds that grow. The artists we need will take the lead in life they'll jive but in death we'll cry.
Those I tagged are just the beginning of the many talented groups or individual that made music what it is now. Love it or hate it it's shaped us all in one way or another. This is my way of thanking those people for making me who I am.
Chris Nov 2018
Pull the string
watch me fall apart
The laughing that stings
pulls at my heart
Tear me open
play with the toys
See me coping
with all this noise

Pull my strings
watch my life
Rend all beings
hide the knife
Cuts so deep
no more relief
From skin it seeps
hide your grief
This is for an old friend.
Chris Nov 2018
The door jumps  to life.
The stairs growl under hate.
The growling from outside the door.

The dog, barking at the cat for tricking him into giving up his life.
The cat, slyly claiming she only did it to fix what little remained.
The rodent, behind thin walls watches but sees his chance to leave.

The dog, biting with it's teeth, and the cat, scratching with it's claws.
The rat, biding it's time slips out never to be seen.
The crows see the maimed dog and the mauled cat, they question why this happened and why they did this but not who else was affected.
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