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Jul 2016 · 975
Student’s Paper
Janette Bustos Jul 2016
We carry it as daily cash
But sooner or later end up throwing it in the trash

We imprint knowledge in its soul
Information we rapidly loose
With every tick of the clock
Refusing to stay in our long term memory
Deciding to fly away
And becoming our worse enemy

How do we expect to succeed in life?
If we set our goals based on extrinsic motivations?

We set our minds
On getting a passing grade in the class
An “A” it’s just a letter
A 4.00 just a quantitative number

A college degree a white sheet of paper
With someone’s wiggly lines
Written to represent a name

The true meaning of
Attending school, College, a University
Is for the passion of knowledge

Wise individuals
Study for the pleasure of being intellectual
Casting ignorance away

Why is it that we don’t care about learning?
And make fools of ourselves with excuses and laziness

What is the purpose of going to school?
If by the end of 14 years
You look back and realize
You only went to keep a chair warm

You were nothing
But a furniture in an empty classroom
That retained overnight what it learned
And forgot it by the next sunset
An A on paper
But F on permanently encoded
And easily retrieved knowledge

How pathetic
Isn’t it?
Written in 2012  from the perspective of my eighteen year old self.
Jul 2016 · 1.4k
Sleep
Janette Bustos Jul 2016
Prescription by Mother Nature
Soma that lasts for as long as you dream
Medicine without side effects
Caviar with no expense

A state of mind
That takes you anywhere your imagination pleads
Being able to become whoever you want
Even not a human being

Travelling the world at the speed of light
Braking the barriers of distance and time
A conversation with those who for long have died

An unlimited world of happiness
Brought upon the hiding of the sun
The rising of the moon
And the twinkling of the stars

Pathway to heaven
Caviar with no expense
State of mind
Taking you to the limit of your imagination
Unlimited world of happiness
That begins as you close your eyes
Allowing your brain to take you
To the grand tour of your life
Poem written on 2012 from the perspective of my eighteen year old self.
Jul 2016 · 913
Know Thyself
Janette Bustos Jul 2016
You are born into a predestined identity
Name, language and, culture assigned at birth
Until you find yourself
Crawling into a world of discovery

Name, language and culture assigned at birth
The apple ripens and falls from the tree
Crawling into a world of discovery
Stopping at the heart of four intersecting roads

The apple ripens and falls from the tree
Searching for an answer found within thyself
Stopping at the heart of four intersection roads
Not knowing who you will become

Searching for an answer found within thyself
Not knowing who you will become
Frightened to make a mistake, even though
You are born into a predestined identity
Poem written on 2012 from the perspective of my eighteen year old self.
Jul 2016 · 1.1k
Time Machine
Janette Bustos Jul 2016
As long as the sun rises time will continue to pass by
Greeting those who just arrived
Kissing good by those headed for a better life

You go to bed crawling
and wake up as wrinkly as a raisin
A blink of an eye  and ten years have gone by

Every year, month, day, minute, second
its non replicable
Non existing twice

There will never be a yesterday like today
Nor a today like yesterday

Rocking back and forth
in front of a warm fire place
Looking at the non-stopping clock

A lifetime printed in 90 karat golden sheets
Capturing every stage of life
Preserving memories until the end of time

A person to be known thousands of years after their death
Time machine
Allowing people to re-live their greatest experiences

All earth's gold brought together
Transformed into a thin glossy sheet of paper
An image, a picture
A treasure...
Poem written on 2012 from the perspective of my eighteen year old self.

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