Kinda ironic
I write poems and find myself
writing about how much I hate English.
I don't want to read
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde again
or analyse a play!
No matter how interesting.
The themes are the the themes
and the characters the story tellers
but to me it's just words
No link in my head.
Every sentence is read.
Then the next,
makes no sense.
It all seems out of context
but no one realises
I don't know what the ****
the teacher goes on and on about,
it goes over my head.
I can't explain my ideas
because I can't make them myself
and I can't understand where anyone else's are from.
So I lead my self on a tangent,
that could go on and on repeating itself
that could go on and on repeating itself
that could go on and on repeating itself
but will never come back to the beginning.
Writing aimlessly
but no one seems to see;
it's all nonsense to me.
Kinda ironic.

I am cracked
I am broken
your words attack
when they are spoken

they made me fall
pushed me to the floor
your words they call
then push me out the door

they're just an act
but they feel so real
they were a pact
now they're a broken deal

you caused this all
your words, they surround
they pushed me off the wall
and left me on the ground

Burning up everything in his path,
never taking a moment to look back.

Destroying everything he comes into contact
with no regret of his attack.

Surrounding them
engulfed in flames,

his fiery rage
of them it claims

all.

They will fall.

For he is unstoppable.

the
unity          of id
eas                       link
ing p                               eople
toge                          ther
to f              orm
solidarity.

A position
of hierarchy
leading people
to believe
themselves as
better not
equal

If they are so well educated then why don't they
realize they were taught the wrong information
and change it for the future generation

To get ahead
before anyone
realizes.

Succinct.

this bag I carry round with me
has a lining of guilt
a pocket of false hope, false dreams
oh and I forgot regret
regret for not trying or failing to get back up
for failure is the heaviest and of that I carry much
whilst wealth is light and love is nonexistent
past fights and arguments increase the weight rapidly
the ratio of bad to good is very inconsistent
this bag grows heavier as I carry on through my journey of life
I wish I could empty it and then it would be very light
but that can never happen until the day I die

Silence in excess
can be just as bad as too much sound.

roses are red
violets are blue
I thought they were dead
and we'll join them soon

There's no love in my life
which caused the death of my heart.
I can't even begin to explain how much it hurt
when you ripped out my heart and tore it appart.

Silent screams
come from
every student
as the lack of noise
kills creativity

A blank stave
is an endless script
written on by few
but understood by many.

Music expresses
emotion you are
unable to even
think about.

Music is a language
no two people speak
the same.

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".Keep calm, smile and
then headbutt them."

~ Sensei ...

Without silence
sound would be
unappreciated

The more you do to correct yourself:
the more attention you bring to your flaws.

You're the greatest critique of yourself.
If you stop judging you,
people will have to live with who you are!

In return you become stronger,
admired for your pride.

Not torn down by opinions
you make based on how
society is standardised...

so all benefits are erased when
self-acceptance of flaws is achieved.
You will not be torn down
because you're too strong for them...

and you stand above what is thought of you
because only you can make yourself rise above them.

Love
is
genderless!

All of us agree the British school system is ******...

segregation of classes, religion and race.
Teaching one sided and not seeing the other face,
another view.

We're taught that being homophobic and transphobic is bad,
yet treading on eggshells, it's the ignorance! That is sad!
But really...

what is useful information?
When all we learn is not to question segregation.
What we need...

is to be taught about politics and how it works
so we aren't overrun by political jerks
and...

how to pay bills and what are taxes?
Not to depend on parents to teach us these facts!
What's your job?

To teach the clues in the name,
so why does every student want the same,
to know...

about the future, to be prepared for life.
Not what we are taught to believe, we know it's all lies.
we want...

a system where we can learn free,
no one offended, my views belong to me!
You know that...

we want to be treated like an adult, not like a child!
Who made up not having qualifications makes you any less qualified?
if you see something...

you're right! Turn a blind eye,
to those who see it differently or follow what they've been told,
who said 2+2=4
it might be 5
just look through another's eyes.

It's our system we recieve it.
It's our system but do we really truly believe in it?

Remember this...

You are the reason for countless,
sleepless nights where I lay awake
wondering what light you would bring.

You are the reason I had no imagination,
believing that no one could fill the gaps
and why each day came with a sting.

Unknown to me, who you were going to be.
You sang to me, so sweet! You make my dreams
weep with joy and sadness.

Unknown to me, you were everything
or nothing. Someone to depend on or destroy.
I've torn you down but you stand with me in the mess.

You helped me through everything,
good and bad,  through my darkest moments when
self-harm and suicide didn't seem so bad.

You expected it back in return but when I couldn't
live up, you didn't leave you stayed
because you knew you were the only thing that made me glad.

This is for you, whoever you are,
thanks for being there. I know I don't say it much
but I don't know what I'd do without you.

This is for you,  because I know you are truly
willing to forgive me and I cannot repay that
or even begin to.

Just remember I wrote this for you.

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truth be
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              or
       will
 the
secrets
die

with
you?