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dictionaries stacked on the shelf near the blackboard
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papers i have lying on my desk
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thoughts inside my head
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people sitting around me
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threads lying lonely on the floor
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pencils scratching
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florescent lights bearing down upon my weary eyes
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I feel blue.
I feel grey.
And you are bullying by the way.
I have feelings, but they are hidden by my willingness for you to be forgiven.
The words you say are just like spears,
piercing hearts and driving tears.
And, you know, you're a fool
if you think you can push people around at school.
You might get caught.
I'm warning you.
And then what are you going to do?
It hurts my heart,
it makes me sad.
And on occasion, it makes me mad.
I've known you since nursery school
when it didn't matter if we were cool.
Now look at what you've done, you clown.
Someday your own words will bring you down.

Hello, my friends,
this is goodbye.
No time for tears,
no time to cry.
No time to run and hide from TRUTH.
It is my time to fulfill my oath.
And sink into the Earth down to the KING.
And goodness to the world I'll bring.
And goodness to the world I'll bring.

I'm sitting at my desk after a math test
And on my math test, I really tried my best,
But now, thank god, I get to rest
And play with my colored pencils.

I feel like it's been so much time
since I've written in colored pencil rhyme,
But I find, it really is sublime
Writing in something other than monochrome grey.

As I sit and gaze at my pencil collection,
I am realizing that it has turned to obsession,
But there are twelve colored pencils for three stanza perfection,
So, for poetry's sake, I guess it's okay.