There is a very large difference
Between critiquing something
And bullying someone
Critiquing helps a poet grow
KINDLY suggests new ideas
The poet could consider
But in reality
Someone's critiquing
Is not necessarily "the right way"
Because NO poet
Is superior
To others
So any critiquing
Is allowed to be accepted
Or ignored
That is up to the poet
Who is being critiqued
And they are perfectly within their right
To ignore the critiquing
Or to listen to it
And anyone
Is within their right
To RESPECTFULLY
Critique another's work
(Unless they specifically ask them not to of course, some just write for themselves and to express emotions, not to grow as a poet and that is perfectly okay.)
BULLYING
Is critiquing another
IN AN UNKIND FASHION
in a self-important, cruel, egotistical, pathetically self-righteous fashion
Critiquing
SHOULD NEVER
hurt another's feelings
Or harm their emotions
There is no such thing as "too sensitive"
You are not allowed to judge anyone else
For their level of sensitivity
That is not for you to analyze
And that just makes you
A horrible pathetic MEAN person
If you have hurt them
It is YOUR FAULT
even if you didn't mean to
and honestly, I have been at fault before for that too
but it is then YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
to fix it
to try to apologize
to explain what you meant in a kinder way
and recognize
your opinion
which you are entitled to
but your opinion
is not the only one
and it is not necessarily RIGHT.

Leaving class during an internal lockdown

Shooting elastic bands at the target we mounted on the wall

Shooting elastic bands at our teacher's hat

Hiding from our teacher with the hat

Naming the robot we programed in class: Clive

Bananagrams

Ditching gym class

Talking/lying our way out of trouble a lot lol

Making elaborate plans to do very odd things (and playing pink panther
music as well as mission impossible music when we did it)


Putting mistletoe everywhere in the school at Christmas

Texting quotes of the night

Writing fictional stories and sending them over text to each other in
parts at 2AM

Writing poetry

Learning the Greek Alphabet so we could play Greek Hangman

Creating numerous extremely complicated codes where punctuation,
capitalization, "accidental" smudges near words and how you
pronounce certain words is significant.

Always buying the same drink at Starbucks

Eating a ridiculous amount of free samples at the Fro Yo place

Skipping down the hall happily in our gothic spiked clothing. Just to
confuse people. Watching the looks we got.

Writing limericks in math class

Playing Go Fish with our bus passes and when the teacher came over all he said was: Oh! Who's winning?

Playing full tackle basketball...when we were supposed to be playing badminton

Filling a friend's locker with stuffed animals while they were away and texting them to warn them we put a lion and bear in their locker

Inside jokes: Whiteout, Whip-cream, We-are-the-crazy-people, ****, that's a fiiiine shoulder! Pass the coke!

Playing Quarto during Science class

Playing boggle during religion




I miss that grade. I wish things could go back to the way they were, but they really can't ever. I miss being so young and innocen- hahahahaha okay, not innocent but young and crazy. I miss when there were not scars on my arms and my soul.

Give me your soft touch
I will break hard rocks

The distance 
between you and me
is what we maintain
And so is God.

Both outspoken
He speaks all about
She spells about all

How come 
you look older than me?
" By experience"

Please sun
keep her warm
Please sun
help her stay happy
Please sun
give her a break from her depression
Please sun
she of all people deserves it most
Please sun
watch over her
Please sun
make her vacation as beautiful as her soul
Please sun
do everything you can to make her smile
Please sun
because she is like a sister to me
Please sun
and I just want her to be okay

Eyes glancing over terms
For which I care not
Mind trying to memorize
Definitions of things
So small you cannot see
With the human eye
If I could do anything else
I would
But no choice has been given to me
I must learn
What I have been told
And nothing else
Why can't we learn
Things no one ever thinks of
Why can't we figure out
Why spontaneous generation
Doesn't exist
For ourselves
Or write
Whatever we want
And explore what works
And what doesn't
Instead what we discover
Has been laid out for us
A skeleton of information
Today's form of education
Why must we do things we hate
And waste our precious time on things we don't care about
When we could focus on
Something we are passionate for
And could become successful at
No child who is passionate about swimming
Is going to revolutionize the world of construction
No one who loves cooking
Is going to change the finical industry
People will go above and beyond
What is asked of them
If they love
What they do
So why don't we let them?
The world would have amazing increases and discoveries
In every field
So many people wouldn't hate their jobs
Or their co-workers
If they were all enthusiastic about their career
If we allowed people to focus
On their passions
But
We don't
So
My eyes glance over the terms
For which I care not
Mind trying to memorize
Definitions of things
So small you cannot see
With the human eye
If I could do anything else
I would

Wounds will heal
Over time
Even if it takes
Decades
But the memories that
Came from the pain
Last much longer
I know
I have scars
That mark the pain
Everyone does
But not all
Scars show
Skin is not the only
Surface you can
Break
Hearts
Can be slit
Just as easily
So be careful
Every person is fragile
Some seem more
Breakable
Than others
But not all
Scars show
A heart is not the only
Surface you can
Break

Confidence
Can be shattered
Just as easily
So be careful
Every person is fragile
Confidence can
Be broken
Faster
Than anything else
And it takes so long to
Repair
I know
I have scars
But not all
Scars show

So he texted you again
We thought he wouldn't
I know he wouldn't have
If you had let me text him
But we decided it would be better
If I didn't get arrested
For texting violent death threats
From an overprotective friend
To the guy
Who hurt you
Now he is back
And I know you aren't planning
On getting ****** in
You tell me you are just waiting
For the moment to hurt him
Back, the way he hurt you
But
It could still happen
I'm worried it will happen
I don't want to see you hurt again
I will always be here to pick up your pieces
But I would rather see you whole
So please
Be careful
Don't let him **** you in

I am a poor poet
in search of rich thoughts

I was just thinking about lyfe and my mind decided to run away and come up with some weird questions. Here they are!

If you were a squid, what would your favorite kind of muffin be?

If you were a riptide sqiud what would your----OSTRICH ATTACK!!!!




OH NO! Sorry. Just got attacked by an un-adhesified ostrich. I will continue now.


If you were a riptide squid, would you have a white car?

If you were a cat what would be your favourite type of human?

If you were a Cat food truck driver, on a scale of 1-10, how tasty would you consider yourself to be?

What would your reaction be if you were at your favorite restaurant and suddenly a dolphin wearing a fake mustache as a disguise, and eating a fajita appeared on your head and began to tap dance while singing twinkle twinkle little star in a high opera voice?

Some of the time
My heart really hurts
It sits heavy in my chest
As I watch
Stare
Absorbed by her beauty
I really wish
That she would watch me back
But she doesn't know I exist
I'm pretty sure
Or she would hide under more leaves
While she sleeps
She smells different when she is awake
I wish I could tell her
How beautiful she is
How I nearly die every time I smell a whiff
Of her musty scent
I wish could lick all the mud
From her feet
Show her my devotion
She never goes anywhere
Without me
Though she doesn't know that
I am always there
Watching her
Wishing I could be with her
And love her closer than from the nearby shrubbery