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 Aug 2016 m i a
brxken
Some things are beautiful,
including you.
You are beautiful,
and you hurt me.

n.e
Remembered what my life was like without you and now I'm sitting like a poet who lost for words.
 Aug 2016 m i a
ryn
Age Old Wisdom
 Aug 2016 m i a
ryn
My teacher once asked
a short simple question.
She had asked,
"What do you want to be?"
Raised arms answered her query.
Open palms each belonging to excitable children.

Wide little eyes looked up at her.
Hands began to flail in the air...
Ever so hopeful of being chosen.
So that they could voice their aspirations.
So that they could begin to share.

One by one,
they each was given the opportunity.
Turn by turn,
boastful were some
while others spoke quiet and shyly.

Then the teacher stopped short.
Not before expressing her delight.
She was in awe of such young minds...
Having had such great wings
to eventually take flight.

Then she explained...
What she had initially meant.
Confused looks all around including me.
She rephrased the question,
"What kind of person...
Do you want to be?"


There was silence.
No arms shot up to meet the subject.
I don't recall having raised mine,
but I remember telling the teacher...
An answer (I was confident), she wouldn't expect.

I stood at my desk,
proud and tall...
And told the teacher
that I wished to be a person...
Well loved by all.

She smiled and I did too.
I felt it was a good answer.
She nodded to signal for me to take my seat again.
She paused before speaking,
and not a moment later.

She said,
"That would be nice.
To be loved by all.
But that's close to impossible.
A big wish for someone so small."


I had heard her words clearly...
However I didn't understand.
My brows furrowed...
And I was deep in thought...
Still I couldn't comprehend.

28 years later...
Here I sit,
looking back to that time in the past.
How time flies...
It simply ticked away...
All too fast.

Till just then I was still that boy...
Who tried hard to please.
I wanted to prove that it wasn't impossible.
You can be loved by everyone,
and you can do it with ease.

But now I have learnt.
Now I have found meaning
and understanding in my teacher's wisdom.
It took me a while but...
I know now...
That wishes and reality don't work in tandem.

You can choose to care and love,
everyone you see.
But to expect everyone to love you the same...
Is sheer
impossibility.
.
You can't please everyone in life.
When you work around people, you're bound to step on some toes...
Whether intentionally or not.

Dedicated to my primary school teacher
and all the teachers out there. A tad early but...
Happy Teachers Day.
.
 Aug 2016 m i a
jeffrey conyers
Whatever makes you smile?
Keep on doing it.
Whatever makes you happy?
Keep on doing it.

But if you want total trust in anyone.
Make Jesus your joy.
He inspires..

His love endures forever.
So make Jesus your joy.
His unselfish love endures forever and ever
 Aug 2016 m i a
jeffrey conyers
Say what?
The child stated, he/she don't want to go?
And there's the problem with society.

When do a child within your house dictate.
But you be amazed some do.

They couldn't handle the raising of old school rules.

The days when parents ruled.

Sure kids talk that talk behind parents back.
But some know kids straighten up when parents comes...
To school and other places unexpected.

These wants to be  kids friends and be called by first names by children's.
Is honestly losing grip of common sense rules.

Then so are grandparents that loves to be called "Nana" as if you afraid of truth of being known by grand.
It's an earned honor.

The day when parents ruled.
It was by voice, tone and other means.
Both was a one armor team.
 Aug 2016 m i a
Leia R
10 Word Teens
 Aug 2016 m i a
Leia R
That's the thing
about teens
today.

*We're no longer invincible.
 Aug 2016 m i a
Pax
bird
 Aug 2016 m i a
Pax
I was the bird in a cage
who never got to fly freely,
too domesticated to even
fly away
on its own.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1808354/
 Aug 2016 m i a
Isabelle Perla
Like a rock in a stream or a tree in a herd of antelope,
I stood.
Their noise surrounding me, beating me, hurting me
But all I could do was stay.
In my own little bubble you've made.
So much effect you have on me;
That I can find myself crying in a room of staring faces who wonder what on earth I could be.
Today I cried in front of a bunch of people. And they probably wondered if I was an alien.
 Aug 2016 m i a
Chloe Zafonte
Everyone wants someone to look up to but sometimes we idolize the ones who look down upon us.
I am a flawed human.
I know this, because I am honest enough to say that I have been wrong.
I have cracks.
I have made mistakes.
I will continue to make mistakes.
I judge, I misunderstand, I assume.
I shout, I lie, I hurt.

Yes, I am a flawed human.
And knowing that, I am at peace.
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