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6.0k · Jun 2015
Teachers
Vivian Jun 2015
I go to school
I sit in class
I love to write
But I hate math

Behind my desk
I try to add
I draw the shapes
I make the graph

Learn formulas
I get confused
It's much too hard
Too many rules

Daddy can teach
He goes to schools
He shows them math
He knows the rules

I leave the bus
Dad gets the door
"How was your day?"
"I learned some more!"

Dad says, "Good Job,"
And turns to leave
I yell out, "Wait!
Can you help me?"

Dad hesitates
He sits me down
I bring out math
He starts to frown

"How is this hard?
Here's what you do!"
I smile as he
Explains the rules.

"I get it now!
Let's do this one!"
"I have to go
But you have fun."

My daddy leaves
I wear his frown
I try the math
It's harder now

"Daddy come back!"
I start to yelp
"I'm sure at school
That they can help."

I go to school
I sit in class
I love to write
But I hate math

Behind my desk
I just can't see
Can Mrs. teach?
She's not Daddy

I raise my hand
I wait a while
"Can you help me?"
Mrs. just smiles

"It's not all wrong.
Here's what you did.
Let's try it slow
And get it fixed."

That's not so hard
That's kind of cool
I laugh as she
Explains the rules

"Mrs. please stay
For just one more."
"I'm glad to help!
It's not a chore."

Before class ends
We take a test
I'm scared but I
Wish for the best

I turn it in
I start to leave
"I'm proud of you!"
Mrs. tells me

I check my grade
Right by the door
An "A" in math?
What in the world?

I leave the bus
Dad gets the door
"How was your day?"
"I learned some more!"

Dad says, "Good Job,"
But doesn't stay
I yell out, "Wait!
I got an A!"

Dad smiles. "In math?
I'm proud of you!
Maybe one day
You'll teach math too!"

I'm really glad
I learned the rules
But math should still
Be banned from schools

Thank you Mrs.
For teaching me
Since my Daddy
Had to go.
2.7k · Jun 2015
The Gun
Vivian Jun 2015
They will not take my gun.
Get me their guns.

I have a right to my property.
They have a duty to obey us.

It is my responsibility to stand for what I believe in.
It is our responsibility to make them submit.

I hate them.
They will love us.

I say, break the law!
Do they dare go against us?

I petition; I riot; I will not go down without a fight!
We beat; We arrest; We will not lose this fight!

Alas, I am the only one left.
One insubordinate citizen remains.

I fire my gun for my freedom.
I fire my gun for our respect.

My only defense clatters to the ground.
I knock the gun out of his traitorous grip.

I fear what they will do to my family and me.
It is much safer to be feared than loved.

I take one last act to retrieve what is rightfully mine.
I take one last act to retrieve what is lawfully ours.

Then we both reach for the gun.**
Then we both reach for the gun.
In no way taking a side; simply expressing different views in the best way I know how. Through the art of poetry.
2.7k · Jun 2015
Poisoned Love
Vivian Jun 2015
My mouth is sour with the taste of your love.

Don't feed me poisoned love.

I'd rather a poisoned dagger, or apple,

But never poisoned love.

If the bitter bite stains my taste buds and you're the one to blame,

I may never love again.
2.2k · Jun 2015
A Word to the Wise
Vivian Jun 2015
Don't become too proud of the work that you display.
Overfeeding your ego will cause your merit to decay.
You mustn't starve your modesty or **** self criticism.
It's only when you're humble that your work is worth the listen.
True beauty comes from the sharing of feelings, not the seeking of praise. We're all struggling together; none of us are perfect. A big head will keep you from embedding grace in your work and appreciating it in others.
2.0k · Jun 2015
Bad Habit
Vivian Jun 2015
You know
I have a mind of my own.
I promise you it works fine.
You know
I have endless ideas.
I promise you they're all mine.

But when you lead I follow
And when you speak I follow
And where you look I follow
And where you walk I follow.

Even though I never know
Where your path will lead,
My body can't help but follow you
Like my heart can't help but beat.

I don't know why and don't ask me why
I fail to take the lead
Or speak when I want
Or look where I want
Or walk where I want.

I promise you
I have a mind of my own!
You know it works just fine!
I promise you
I have endless ideas!
Please believe that they're all mine.

They're beautiful and creative and honest and unique.
I long to share them, but I don't know how.
I don't know who will teach.

So
I'll just do what I've always done.
I'll follow your lead.
Like I've always done.
Not my favorite, but might as well share.
2.0k · Jun 2015
I Hope You're Happy Now
Vivian Jun 2015
There she goes, pure as snow,
Just trying to get by in life.
Here you come, mean as a ****,
So eager to dim her bright light.

I see that sneer upon your face,
That devilish little grin.
From afar you look like such a saint,
But something evil dwells within.

She pretends your words don't hurt her,
But I know they tear her apart.
I can tell you're killing her slowly.
You're shredding her fragile heart.

You stab her with your words,
And you call her filthy names.
You tell her that she doesn't matter
And laugh at her terrified face.

She tries to shield off your words.
She tries to keep going her way.
She's lost, both inside and out.
She longs for an escape.

She runs, yet you still follow.
You cackle just like a witch.
Only I know what she's planning
As she heads straight for the bridge!

"Oh no," I whisper. "Please don't." I whisper
As my eyes fill with tears.
I scream, "I think you're beautiful!"
But it falls on broken ears.

Here you come, mean as a ****,
And you pull her last string.
There she goes, pure as snow,
Tumbling down a hundred feet.

She doesn't even scream;
She just soars into the dark.
Your grip is finally off
Of her tired and long bruised heart.

I wish she hadn't done it.
It haunts me every day
To see the sad angel face,
To watch her go that way.

I turn to you as you take in a gasp
And tumble to the floor.
You didn't think she'd do it,
That your words could slam her doors.

Well, I hope you're happy.
You drove her quite insane.
I yell, "I hope you're happy!"
You snatched her life away!

She had so much going for her;
I hope you're happy that it's all gone!
To her, I say, "Hope you liked the free fall
And that in Heaven you're better off."

I wish I could have caught her
And saved her on that day.
You wish you would have stopped her
Because regret now floods your veins.

There she goes, pure as snow,
Just trying to get by in life.
Here you come, mean as a ****,
So eager to dim her bright light.
A little something from my freshman year of high school. Nothing special, just commenting on my surroundings.
1.5k · Jun 2015
Fun & Games
Vivian Jun 2015
Trick or treat
Hide and seek
Ring around the rosie

Battleship
Candy Land
Trivial Pursuit 2

Basketball
Truth or Dare
Multilevel Beer Pong

Strip Poker
Slot Machine
Russian Roulette Gun Play

As We Age
Bolder Games
Someone upped the ante
1.4k · Jun 2015
Bonnie and Clyde
Vivian Jun 2015
Bonnie squeals as the cart soars past various boxes of cereals and granola bars. She glances at her brother, Clyde, expecting him to share her fright, but is bewildered to see that he is thrashing about in a fit of giggles, enjoying the thrill of the ride. Knuckles white as snow, Bonnie's frail little fingers grasp the side of the red cart with all of their might as her eyes clamp shut. Her heart beats faster than the speed of light, and she questions her motives for agreeing to Clyde's devilish ways.

She reminisces on their earlier arrival at the Local Target. They had come with their mother, planning to do a little grocery shopping and then be on their way. Of course, Clyde had schemed up a way to stray from his mother's side unnoticed. Bonnie still can't fathom how he managed to drag her down with him.

Cautiously, wind whipping through her hair, Bonnie peaks one eye open and instantly regrets it. She let's out an ear - piercing howl as the cart thrusts into a mountain of PopTart boxes large enough to be deemed the Empire State Building's father. She crawls out of the heap only to be met by an eruption of heartfelt laughter spewing from her brother's mocking lips. "You should have seen your face!" Clyde teases as Bonnie sends daggers through his skull.

The two troublemakers step out of the cart and attempt to retrace the way back to their mother. Devastated, they come to the conclusion that the aisles now resemble a maze. As they confidently take on this new challenge and make their way through the unknown, their spirits quickly take a downward spiral upon realizing that they have ended up back where they began. Tired and desperately longing to go home, the two siblings reach a clearing past the aisles and are overjoyed to spy their mother waiting patiently in line at a register with a new cart in hand.

Bonnie and Clyde casually lazy on over to their mother's side and make light conversation as if they had never left.
Disclaimer: I kind of wrote a short story, but oh well. Here's another piece from high school, freshman year.
1.3k · Jan 27
show must go on
Vivian Jan 27
the curtain’s wearing down
the wood is getting squeaky
i forgot my line
“line?”
the mask is falling off
the paint is chipping
the backdrop's missing
i forgot my line
“line?”
nothing looks the same
it’s felt off for a while
make up running
crew is gone
i’m alone
one man show
“line!”
i forgot my line
full house
crowd is here
show must go on
one man show
i forgot my line
they’re watching
they’re waiting
waiting to laugh
waiting to smile
where is my smile
what was my line
one man show
all alone
show must go on
so weak
so bleak
try to speak
“line?”
eyes close
head falls
deep breath
shoulders drop
i can’t pretend today
“And scene.”
1.2k · Aug 2015
Hope
Vivian Aug 2015
I followed the light
At the end of the tunnel.
He led me here,
To this place.

I followed the light
At the end of the tunnel.
He promised to show me
God's grace.

I followed the light
At the end of the tunnel
Not knowing just what
I would find.

I followed the light
At the end of the tunnel
To leave all the
Dark days behind.

I followed the light
At the end of the tunnel
And now I'm here
With you.

I followed the light
At the end of the tunnel
But I'm not sure
What to do.

You followed the light
At the end of the tunnel.
He led you here,
To this place.

You followed the light
At the end of the tunnel.
Did you ever receive
God's grace?

We followed the light
At the end of the tunnel
But he didn't lead
Us astray.

We followed the light
At the end of the tunnel.
So at the end of the tunnel
We'll stay.
1.1k · Aug 2015
One Night Stand
Vivian Aug 2015
She had a vibe
and a brotha started diggin it.
Now he's in the club
walking round like he's addicted and,
She doesn't mind;
she's a sucker for attention.
But keep in mind
She's not dancing alone.

The music ends
and he passes her a compliment.
She tucks it away
and decides she wants to play a bit.
They wander off,
and it gets a little steamy.
But keep in mind
Someone's calling her phone.

When morning comes
recollection makes her feel like sh**.
So before he wakes
she has got to find a way to split.
She leaves a note
and starts looking for the way out,
But keep in mind
She still hasn't come home.

He heads upstairs
and can't wait to open up his gift.
She is locked up tight
so she can not run away again.
He comes in close,
and her screams are never ending.
But keep in mind
That his cover's been blown.

When cops show up
he's gone off to find his next target.
But he soon gets caught,
and he is given the worst sentence.
They find the girl,
and her husband rushes to her.
But keep in mind
She was dead long ago.
999 · Jul 2015
Say A Prayer For Me
Vivian Jul 2015
That blade took its time as it tried to saw through me
But those words had no problem slicing deep
I could have cried when the scarlet poured down my arm
But I waited till the world was fast asleep

I guess you didn't notice anything alarming
Or you ignored what you didn't want to see
I locked my demons with my secrets and I hid them well
Even though I wanted you to find the key

God who's gonna cry for me
Feel the pain, hurt inside with me
When I'm alone and the hurt is too heavy to hold
God who's gonna cry for me
God who's gonna pray for me
Shine a light, bring some hope to me
If no one dared pray for Satan as he fell from the Lord
Then God who's gonna pray for me
874 · Jun 2015
Star-Crossed Lovers
Vivian Jun 2015
What kind of life is this where we can never be together?
Our dreams of meeting eye to eye have been shut down forever.
I thank the God of all the world for creating you and me,
But how he chose to map our life, I never will agree.
I've heard about your beauty, and I've longed to see your glow.
I wonder what you're like, and I hate that I don't know.
When I come out you start to leave in the opposite direction.
I try to make you stay a while and glimpse on your perfection.
It seems that we've been taking turns coming out to play.
God has never let us coexist; together Night and Day.
I, the sun, will never count the stars with you at night.
You, the moon, will never spend a day with me in sight.
I guess that it's our destiny to live this long life separate.
Tragic love's not only made for Romeo and Juliet.
869 · Jun 2015
Firefly
Vivian Jun 2015
A firefly is what I'll be
If ever you stop loving me
I'll roam the earth in the darkest night
And spread the brightest light
That's no longer behind my eyes
825 · Aug 2015
Stars
Vivian Aug 2015
.
Please
don't talk
when the hurt
comes. There are no
words for this pain. And
no, we won't pray about it
Or leave it up to God's grace.
I'll be strong; I'll get through this,
But I'm not wishing anymore.
They tore down my stars
A long time ago.
For a friend who lost hope.
Remember, God will find you in the storm.
688 · Jan 27
The Second Confession
Vivian Jan 27
I knew It was coming the moment I opened the door.

The sky warned me. A distant, dull voice whispered, "You can't beat It." The sweetest sadness slowly ****** each syllable. I accepted the challenge and began to pedal. For a while, I pedaled without disturbance, except for a distant, dull sky sadly trailing behind. Watching. Waiting. Knowing.

Then It came. It took its time. It was not the one who needed to hurry. I pedaled on and felt It kiss the tip of my forehead, then lick the side of my nose, leaving me cold. I began to count the touches; one, two -pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal - three - pedal, pedal, pedal - four - pedal - five - pedal, pedal - six -pedal - seven - pedal - eight, nine, ten...

And I’m drenched.
676 · Aug 2015
Love The Ones You Lost
Vivian Aug 2015
Life is hard
Love is harder
You're no longer with us

Hate is easy
Pain comes easy
You're no longer here

Years go by
Days take longer
Memories last forever

I think of you
I long for you
I'll remember you at your best
665 · Jun 2015
Dead Man Walking
Vivian Jun 2015
How many times
Can I say that I'M NOT GUILTY, no!
Don’t recognize that face.
Is this a game?
You’re playing with my life you know.
How much more can I take?

This is my plea.
Come rescue me.

Is it a crime
To get overwhelmed and angry too?
They never ask my side.
You’re not the only one
Who feels the pain; I BREAK DOWN too!
I wish we didn’t have to fight.

This is my plea.
Have mercy on me!

How did things get so out of hand?
I’m looking back at what I did,
And I don’t understand.
That’s NOT LIKE ME!
I had no premonitions of breaking your heart.
I’m not sure who, what, when, or where,
But they say they found my fingerprints there.

Say I’m the guilty one,
But I am a VICTIM too.
They say it's a lost cause.

THERE'S A DEAD MAN WALKING!

I’ve got an empty soul.
I’m a casualty of LOVE GONE COLD.
Don’t know where it went wrong.

**THERE’S A DEAD MAN WALKING!
618 · Aug 2015
Revise & Edit (10w)
Vivian Aug 2015
It's devastating when beautiful poetry
Is tainted by horrific grammar.
572 · Jun 2015
The First Confession
Vivian Jun 2015
I'm not supposed to hate you.

I'm not supposed to think you're stupid.
I'm not supposed to want to run away.
I'm not supposed to think you're wrong.
I'm not supposed to talk back.
I'm not supposed to have an opinion.
I'm not supposed to be right.
I'm not supposed to want to hit you.
I'm not supposed to want to swear.
I'm not supposed to question your love.
I'm not supposed to think you're a bad person.
I'm not supposed to be scared of you.
I'm not supposed to want to scream.
I'm not supposed to want to hide.
I'm not supposed to want to break things.
I'm not supposed to hate you with every fiber in my body.

but I do...
571 · Jul 2015
Your Song
Vivian Jul 2015
What was that song you used to sing?
Sing it to me.
Sing while I dream.

I'll close my eyes, and you close yours too.
Bring back the words.
Bring back the mood.

Please sing that song.
I won't sing along if you don't want me to.
Just sing the way you used to sing that song.
Come cuddle up with me.
Sing your baby girl to sleep with that song.
560 · Jun 2015
Before We Liked Boys.
Vivian Jun 2015
Before we liked boys we used to play outdoors.
Pitch a tent, tell stories, and eat s'mores.
Now we only curl our hair.

Before when we were free we'd run across the street.
Ride bikes, jump rope, and yell ICE CREAM.
Now we watch gossip tv.

I call my best friend and ask her where she's been.
She's at the mall shopping 'round with her boyfriend
And I'm shopping by myself.

She says, "Don't be a square. His brother's also here!
I know you two will hit it off; Couple of the Year!"
And I am hanging up the phone.

Why did the sun have to set?
Did we forget all the fun that we made together?
Now I can see that boys no longer have cooties
Because you're chasing them
While I'm chasing you!

Boys are NOT allowed in my heaven.
Too much time we've been spending
Trying to grab their attention.
Only girls are there for me.
My best friends are all I need,
So let's go back to before we liked boys.

Gross.
550 · Jun 2015
All Yours
Vivian Jun 2015
Hold me when you're breaking, and I'll help you stay together.
Tell me when you're hurting, and I'll grab my tickling feather.
Grab me when you're angry, and I'll whisper away the pain.
Stop me when you're jealous, and my eyes will never stray.
Call me when you're proud, and my smile will keep you humble.
Taunt me when you're hungry, and I'll come right back with doubles.
Kiss me when you're cold, and my breath will warm your heart.
Love me when you're lonely, and our souls will never part.

You've got me under your spell with no intentions to leave.
I'm all yours for the taking, just show me what you need.
The idea of sharing this to the person I love as part of my vows on my wedding day warms my heart and makes me want to cry.
448 · Jun 2015
One Day
Vivian Jun 2015
One day is not enough for Spring to turn to Summer,
For a woman to become a mother,
For a war on hate to be smothered.

One day is not enough for a grape to turn to a raisin,
For a race car to stop racing,
For the sinners to let grace in.

Oh no, there are not enough hours in a day.
We were given just twenty-four.
We should have asked for more.
No, there are not enough hours in a day.

Yet,
On Monday he asked her name.
On Tuesday she gave him her number.
On Wednesday they went for a date.
On Thursday he told his brother.
On Friday she kissed his cheek.
On Saturday they didn't speak.
On Sunday he found another.
On Sunday she wanted to cut her.
On Sunday they were no longer.

One day is not enough for a scrape to make a scar but,
For her to fall too hard and,
For him to break her heart,
One day was fine.

One day is not enough for a man to train a cat but,
For her whole world to crash and,
For him to change his path,
One day was fine.

Twenty-four hours was plenty of time
For this scene to unfold.
If they had been given more,
I assume that she'd explode.

Friends, listen up!
Friends, can you hear?
There are only three hundred and sixty - five
Days in a year.

Oh no, there are not enough hours in a day.
We were given just twenty-four.
Every hour is precious.
Treasure your hours more.

More hours are not promised,
Let alone more days.
Young love can be special,
But don't waste your time away.

One day is not enough for a car to fly above,
For a student to run for gov,
For the young to value love.

One day is simply not enough.
439 · Jun 2015
Red
Vivian Jun 2015
Red
In the dullness of the day
There comes a flood of red.
The color showers down
Pumping life into the dead.

Within seconds they embrace the red.
The red drives them quite insane.
So much red all at one time!
But the red will come again.

The red will show no mercy.
The red will be feared.
The raging red will feast on even
The innocent while it's here.

But still, the red will bring them laughter.
Red's brought them joy from the start.
This very red reverberates
In their violent, ****** hearts.

The red will be forgotten.
The red will be ignored.
The ruthless red will ruin some
While others go on as before.

To those who prance around
And join in on the rumble,
Know that when you play with red
You're also playing with the devil.
My poetic response to a scene in Charles Dickens's "A Tale of Two Cities."

If you read the novel, you may remember the scene where a cart of wine tips over and spills onto the street, and people flock over to taste the wine and celebrate it. This poem draws a parallel between the French citizens' thirst for wine and their later thirst for blood when the guillotine is brought about. It's shocking how eager and willing the citizens become to witness the beheading of another. I tried my best to portray the dark nature of the French during the French Revolution,  as depicted in "A Tale of Two Cities," in this poem.

Published by Poetic Power in a young poets anthology.
325 · Jun 2015
A Plea from A Broken Girl.
Vivian Jun 2015
Every time I'm happy you come find me,
And you start your game.
Going on and on and on and on about the things
That you hate.
Can't you see?
All of our talks, they torture me!
Every word is like a dagger in my mind.

I don't know who hurt you.
I don't know who stole the light inside of your eyes.
But, I know this hole you hide in is far from paradise.
When you yell
And when you scream-
All of our talks, they torture me!
Every word is like a dagger in my mind.

I don't want to hear you talking if that's all you have to say.
Take all of your hate and cruelty and walk away.
How long can I keep on like this?
Don't I deserve my peace of mind?
I'm walking on tiptoe around you in case you ignite.

Just let it go.
Please, let it go!
Free the hate inside of your soul!
I know it hurts, but please don't take it out on me.
There is hope.
There is grace.
There's forgiveness in this place!
Just let it in, and I will help you!
I will help...

But I don't want to hear you talking if that's all you have to say!
Take all of your hate and cruelty and WALK AWAY.
How long can I keep on like this?
Don't I deserve my peace of mind?!
I'm walking on tiptoe around you in case you ignite.

You're like a bomb!
~ tick tick tick tick ~

You're like

A bomb.

~ tick tick tick tick ~

~tick tick~

~tick~

~tick~

~

— The End —