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Effy Sky Feb 2014
passion is what burns in the back of your throat like breathing in cold air when you speak to the one you love
passion is the way someone's eyes light up from seeing another someone smile for the first time in weeks
passion is what makes you pick up a pen every single day to write about a Dead Sea and the way you are a lot like it
passion in the form of unspoken words
passion in the form of your body language
PASSION IN THE FORM OF ME SLAMING MY POETRY INTO YOUR BLOOD STREAM GIVING YOU THE WORST HIGH YOU'VE NEVER DREADED BUT WILL SOON
PASSION IN THE FORM OF MY WORDS WRITTEN ON THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR VEINS BUT EVERY LETTER ON YOUR INSIDES
PASSION IN THE SICKEST FORM OF ME WISHING YOU'D RIP YOURSELF APART JUST TO FINALLY READ THE WORDS OUT OF ALL 24 "****** BOOKS I ALWAYS WRITE IN"
but finally a passion in the form of me wanting to watch you bleed just for a second so you can see me be the one to stitch you up
Effy Sky Feb 2014
I think it's crazy that they want me to type an essay over deforestation for a score or practice or to better my writing. That's 60 more minutes I'm wasting of my life. They say that sooner or later everything we do we will do with technology. So here I am now writing this essay that's supposed to be about deforestation and the effects and consequences. We are not discussing the issue. We are sitting in wooden chairs with our computers sitting on our wooden desks surrounded by wooden bookcases. So much irony right? I seem to be the only one to notice anyways.
We come here seven hours a day, do hours of homework, "study" the information, aka memorize regurgitate then forget all of it. This is not teaching us. We are not learning anything useful to help us live. It's all numbers and words that do not matter to me.
If anyone thinks that all us kids come to school to learn they're wrong and if they think that the teachers come to teach they're even more wrong. We come to pass class after class so we can leave and actually make something of ourselves. The teachers come because they have to for the money. They do not care about us or our feelings. They put all this pressure on us to be the best we can be which really means make a good grade.
I've been silent for so long now. Not expressing my feelings towards much of anything. Also toward the reason I have to wake up at five every morning to be around people I do not even like.
I feel as though the education system is unfair and cruel and does not take into consideration what the kids who go through this cycle everyday think.
So that's what I think about deforestation.
This is what I wrote on my writing assessment that was sent into the state. Many other students also wrote expressing their thoughts about the education system. This was a really big step for me to began and I hope others can relate.
Effy Sky Feb 2014
demand
thirst
ache
passion
urge
infatuation
frenzy
weakness
these­ same words always come to mind
when I hear your name
wordstodescridehiwyoumakemefeel
Effy Sky Feb 2014
mostly
i think about the old me
innocent me
and how nice it was to be free of sin
but now my hands are no longer clean
and my body no longer pure
ironically
i never wish to be that girl
i only think about her opinion
and how she would react if she was existent
if she could be here and see
see my scars
see the drugs
see the old me gone
i believe she would be disappointed
the confessions of a sleep deprived teenager in the form of poetic justice which shall never be served
Effy Sky Feb 2014
thoughts
all tied into a pretty little bow
labeled sadness
a thought you heard when you were seven
about the woman who stepped into oncoming traffic
it was a slick night but mother still called it suicide
you were left wondering how someone could ever be so unhappy
now seven years later
half the age you used to be
you understand

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