From these stressful nights,
Chest pains like stabbing knives,
Wishing to go on flights,
Wish I could feel more alive,
With my lover to grab a bite,
It doesn't feel right,
It's just quarter to five,
I want to be in his arms and feel so light,
Like a feather,
But I sit here and await,
Tick tick,
Until it's all over
But I still feel these growing chest pains

Why am I trapped on this never ending cycle,
A cycle full of routine,
Unhappy screams,

Why am I forced to continue this cycle?
A cycle that has no end,
Where I can't defend...myself

How can I get out?
Well, only if you knew the definition,

Cycle (n.,)
a series of events that are regularly repeated in the same order.

And there you have it,
This will be on repeat.... Regularly
Everyday.
This is a never ending cycle

An uneasy gut feeling,
My heart sinking down to my stomach,
Breaking slowly,

My head throbbing,
For what reason was I feeling guilt,
Feeling guilty for living how I wanted,
Making me feel guilty for experiencing happiness for once in my life,

An uneasy gut feeling,
One like never before,
One that I didn't dream of experiencing,

They tell you to take the path less travelled,
They tell you to make your own path,
See well I'm not on a trail,
I'm not near any path,
I'm on a sinking boat surrounded by the ocean,
I have no way out.
I'm stranded and forced to deal with situation I'm in.

And as I sit in this boat pondering about life,
I have this... Uneasy gut feeling

You see much more than a human,
You see their soul,
Your heart intertwined for them,

He protected me from the world,
Apart from it all,
I prayed for him,
I prayed for his success,
I prayed for his safety,
And above it all I prayed for his happiness even if he wasn't written for me,

Written for me? Yes written for me,
I mean the one we are destined to be with,
I mean the one who is my soul mate,
I mean the one that with be my forever and always,

But he,
Might not be my future,
He may not be the one for me,
He may not hold the key,

But if he is-
Protect him for me,
Because he is enchanted love,
He makes my heart sing,
The light he brings,
Into a room,
It's everlasting.... it's everlasting

They say it is religion,
They say it's history,
They say it's science,
For me it's a mystery,

They say it's honesty,
They say it's law,
They say it's witnessing,
I'm confused by it all,

The truth,
A universal yet complicated story,
The truth,
What we fight for each and every day,
The truth,
What is it...

The truth here is,
We all are in hopes of searching for that truth,
The truth of our exisistance,
The truth to our core purpose,
Our truth....
The truth.

They are the audience,
You are their puppet.

Attached by ropes hanging above where a stage is lit,
Lights bright, shining right at you,

...from the day you were born.

They were all directors,
-all of them? -yes all of them.
How could there be more than one you may ask?

I guess that's the mystery,
Can't seem to please them all,
But this stage showcases all,
the bad, the good, your actions,

Now you tell me,
where you have no place to hide,
How does a puppet escape a stage and auditorium full
of directors,

Why live in misery?

I come on here every few months to a year,
I only post to let my heart out,
when I need to process my own thoughts,

I would call this my online journal of chaotic memories,
Feelings I can't seem to control,
Feelings I try to explain,
Feelings that make me go insane.

Poetry's anger, I say.
They laugh and chuckle saying wait what ?

Poetry is anger.
Poetry ignites a fire,
It sends out a message loud and clear,
It is passionate, it is abrupt,
It is unfiltered, it is love.

but like most things,
Poetry is much like a wolf in sheep's clothing,
majestic and beautifully written but written with anger, and passion within.

I'm stuck between my desire and reality,
what is "best for me" verses "what I want",

Hopeless and worry wandering thoughts,
being good enough,
Over and over I fought,

fought with myself,
my identity lost in the sheer mix,
trying my best to uplift others,

Before you I was lost,
Without you I don't know if I would have made it this far,
I felt like the cause of it all,
The fights, the commotion, the screaming,
But you were steady and still,
waiting for me to lie on your shoulder
and hug me and tell me that it was going to be okay,

you were there to hear my cries,
to hear my sorrows, my worries,
For once it didn't feel like a burden.

and P.S maybe what "is best for me" may not be BEST FOR ME.

All I ever knew,
was his love,

His skin was the only one that i've ever touched,
His lips the only property i owned,
His touch was the only one i've ever felt,

He knew me like an open book,
Without an utter,
Knowing what I felt,
Supporting me when I couldn't hold myself up,

All I ever knew was,
his love,

Despite the distance,
Despite the ups and downs,
Despite the world that is against us,

He makes me whole,
More than he will ever know,

His love,
was all I ever knew,
and all I ever want to know.

Heaven knows where we've been,
Where your head rests on my heart,
As if you were placed there on purpose,
I feel your slow breath on my the warmth of my skin,
Grabbing my hand, slowing time,
Chasing your sweet divine,
Give you all of me,
What's beneath the surface,
I can see the light in you,
Complete blind for you,
Who wants all of you,
This is what they must have meant,
What heaven on earth must feel like.

Anger, frustration
Built like a brick wall inside of this heart,
Testing my patience,
Racing,
Waiting to come up with another reason,
Reasons why I deserve it,
Failures, disappointment, sadness,
Picking at weaknesses,
Waiting for a point where this ends,
Patterns of highs and lows,
Spinning so fast,
Everything in mid air,
Becomes a blurry haze,
Where I see a brick wall,
With anger and frustration
Going on and on

I've waited months on months to memorize,
Memorize every detail on the surface of his skin,
The warm touch down his back,
The scars spread out on his chest,
The wrinkles that form by his eyes,
The eyes that bring light,
A soft ethereal glow,
Waiting to accept this reality,
Though seemed much like a Dream,
Missing his touch on my skin,
Left a mark quite like a fingerprint,
His rough yet firm grasp on each thigh,
Tracing the curves of my body,
By time, I realize,
That in time, with him there is not enough time,
He is much like a roaring ocean,
Blissfully following the tide,
Waiting for the water to return,
Back to shore,
Waiting for
More...
Time.

He is every thought before bed,
Imagining his warm skin press against mine,
His arms cradling me to sleep,
Our thoughts drifting away,
Feeling like the only two people in the room,
Watching him is like he's in slow motion,
Focusing on small details,
Falling deeper and deeper,
In the moment it's bliss,
It's all I could ever want,
Until I realize he's not with me,
He's not here to here to hold,
To be asked or told,
That he is every one of these
Bedtime thoughts
As I fall
Deeper,
And deeper.....
Aslee-

All the sleepless nights,
All the time wasted,
All the that I thought I needed,
To makeout or kiss,
This is what you wanted,
Partying,
going wild,
But life for you was always better 'mild',
Calm,
Collected,
Introspective thoughts and emotions,
What happens when you've lost it all?
Hope and faith,
Eyes fill with tears cause in the end,
Between the parties and the laughs,
All that was lost,
All that was missing,
All that you ever wanted,
All that I needed was
To figure out who I am.
My identity.

He is a song that misses a beat,
Something out of place,
At times makes sense,
Until the chorus begins,
Without much foundation,
Structures or goals,
Struggles to redeem,
He fits the puzzle until he leaves,
Fills a void that no one else can,
He leaves and returns to remind me,
That something is out of place...
And in the moment it all make sense

I remember that smile,
Radiating brighter than the sun,
The light escapes,
Runs
On and on,
It's only till a few years pass by,
I look past,
As the window creeps in the sunlight,
Shining and casting ever so perfectly,
Missing you,
Without you it seems out of place,
Your skin kissing the warm cast on your arms,
While your song would play in the background softly,
His essence is what I shall always cherish.

If they only heard,
The thoughts that ring aloud,
Vibrating,
Pulsating,
Thumping,
If they only saw my potential,
Their surface level judgements refuse,
Refuse to dig deeper than the pigment,
The pigment of my deep coffee coloured skin,
The thoughts that might change the world one day,
Or the actions that may,
For one day I hope it's not all just black and grey,

Why to judge what's on ones head,
Hanging lives on a thread,
Love empowers while hate,
Rests in humanity's fate,
While I standby watching atrocities
Why am I put on the back burner,
I didn't ask for this,
What did I deserve,
No such label,
I'm human,
I'm peace,
I embody it,
I pray for it,
I preach it,
I'm Muslim,
Don't compare me,
To those fools,
The ones barbaric and don't have a clue,
Myself and them -the ones that create violence
We aren't not one in the same,
We are not alike,
We will never be.

It's been 1 year and 3 months since we've spoken,
Before it all came down,
And suddenly got broken,
You were my only good cup of tea,
I chose YOU over my late night movies,
I chose YOU over taking out my car in my hand practically the keys,
My only wish was to continue choosing YOU,
We talked for hours about the life to be,
Why didn't it occur to me,
That I just didn't want to break the friendship we built,
But you see,
It's that same reason why I lived with this anchor,
On constant "what ifs",
I wanted to ask if we could've been more,
My tongue wouldn't force out those words,
Not uttering a single thing,
I miss those nights,
But other times I regret it,
Imprinted with the memories that I truly miss,
Attached to you and your I'm so full of myself -but Im not attitude,
I miss the idea of you,
Like you said "there's only one of me"
I couldn't agree more, just if I got the chance to tell you id feel more free.

Tumblr,
Tum more like blur,
My thoughts chaotic and cluttered,
My heart so eager yet flustered,
But I can't seem to always want to check up on you,
It's something I do,
To numb myself from it all,
From reality,
From myself,
From how I distance myself from others,
Yet it's impossible,
I thought it was one of those things a I could package away,
Throw my feelings in a stored box,
Lock it with a key,
For it to not bother me,
But it feels like the box returns back to my door,
When the "Smallz"est things remind me of you,
Tumblr,
Tum,
Blur,
If I wasn't so focused on you.
Tum-blur

It's not those,
Those rich deep dark brown eyes,
Or that messy hair,
It's that smile,
And how they would meet up
And align ever so perfectly to the wrinkles by your eyes,
Or how that goofy little laugh of yours,
How I fell for that-
Dreamy look in your eyes,
How you made it look so effortless,
I dream of it,
It's been a year
It's been,
Been,
Been a tough time,
Cause my phone can't seem to stop thinking bout you either,
Auto correcting your name,
It's been,
Been,
Been a tough time,
As if my phone has been telling me,
As if it's tell me I'm crazy,
Crazy for still thinkin about you again,
Or maybe cause I can't seem to forgive you,
Perhaps forgive myself,
The things you said,
Even those that were kind,
Made me realize,
That you weren't so bad after all,
Those words haunt me,
Cause if you believed all those things that you said,
Why didn't you try,
It's been,
Been a tough time cause what you left me with was,
"It's better late than never" -right?

Weighing in on this pain and pressure,
Want to wake up feeling fresher,
Hurts to see nothing working,
Hearing cackles and smirking,
While my eyes are wide open,
Can't sleep till day light,
Feel the hot rays in strands quite bright,
Lost my mind,
Love to wake up my soul,
Faith is gone out the window,
Purpose is vanished,
Hope has faded,
Routine is as solid
As solid the economy,
Sleepless nights,
Heavy hearts,
Heavy chest,
All the worries and feeling depressed,
Listening slowly as the curtain,
Casts upon me,
The race of life has just begun,
and I'm waiting on starting line,
While they are all at the finish.
But I'm not giving up.
*Oh no, Im not giving up

A back-up plan,
Always thought you were a family man,
Cause I know I'm not the only one,
It makes my heart go numb,
No feeling,
They think I'm dumb,
Wasting my thoughts on you,
I keep falling when everything is gray,
As soon as I am away,
All I see is you,
In colour,
The only light in my life,
This is the feeling I'm used to,
Second,
Not a priority,
But I still fall for that smile,
Those eyes have got me hooked,
Speechless without words,
I can't stop loving you,
Knowing you love her too..

That song was like history,
An opened textbook,
Filled with memories,
Lyrics felt like stories,
Untold,
To this day those stories are ones I withhold,
Playing that song that reminded me,
You were quite like a mystery,
It was everything I wanted you to be,
Opening my eyes I can see,
How every light shun and the colours across the sky,
I stared at the moon and stars,
Chasing cars,
Weird how?
How history repeats itself,
Now that I think about it,
Alone,
To myself,
I guess that was the same way with us too,
We were like history,
Nothing could ever change what we had,
All I can do is write poems in this notepad.

I wish someone warned me,
I wish I could plea,
Plea guilty,
Guilty for wanting to embrace you in every thought,
No matter how many times we fought,
What it was like to have someone like you,
Someone like you taken away,
You're like a never ending symphony,
Your name is a harmony,
You live on,
In this mind of mine,
I wish I could stop reading into all these signs,
The signs that keep reminding me,
What it was like,
Losing someone like you.
Number 52.

My mind is in a million places at once,
Should be focused on one,
Focus on you,
No on school,
No on you,
On school,
You,
But all I can think about is,
Do you ever think about me too?
Left in the dust,
By the ******* and rust,
But I was told,
If I were to look for a diamond,
I gotta look through the gold,
Funny thing is,
It didn't take long,
To get to you,
A diamond that appeared out of the blue.

I am doing myself damage,
Listening to your favorite songs,
Am I doing myself wrong,
Hearing the lyrics that you loved,
Seeing images in intervals that i'd rather forget,
Looking out my window,
Remembering your ways,
And that gaze in your eyes,
I overdosed on you,
Additive and exactly what I needed,
Fire ignites me,
Excites me,
Left me burning with embers inside,
Set me free from the what I could have been trapped within,
The dark rooms inside my head you occupied,
Empty screams and blood shot eyes.

One day,
One week,
One month?
It's crazy how far apart we grew,
I don't even have the energy to get you out of my memory,
You were my only good cup of tea,
I chose you over my late night movies,
I chose you over taking out my car in my hand practically the keys,
We talked for hours about the life to be,
I wanted to ask if we could've been more,
My tongue would force out those words,
Not uttering a single thing,
I miss those nights,
But other times I regret it,
Attached to you and your effortless attitude,
I miss the idea of you,
Like you said "I'm one of a kind, there's  only one of me"
I couldn't agree more, just if I got the chance to tell you id feel more free.

They say you can't get to where you're going without a map,
Can't get to places with path,
I may not know where this may lead,
Getting lost in your words,
Tell me the way home,
Where wandering minds like ours roam,
But it's as if even your last train of thought,
Is where I latch on and get caught,
Caught on to you,
And noticing the little things you do.

We are quite like batteries,
Odd thing you see,
It needs energy needs some time to recharge,
It is so small yet so powerful,
A battery can make something work,
Just like how we want to run our world,
It has capabilities much like ours,
Comes in different sizes,
In different colours and packs,
Batteries have a positive and negative side,
Just like us,
Don't tell me I'm nuts?
Or am I just using everything in plain sight as a metaphor,
Putting everything on a pedestal?

I wonder,
and wonder,
Maybe so much I don't know what's going on,
It's as if I try and block,
Rather sit in silence than to talk,
Imagining,
Dreaming,
and wondering,
The thoughts about what I want,
Thoughts about how I want to serve,
Serve those around me,
The mark I want to leave on this Earth,
The person I want to be,
The things I wish I could free,
I may be small and young,
But I've got a plan to do good,
I know I haven't had that plan set out I know I should,
But I guess that's how it is and I wish it would,
I wish it would be a plan sought out the way I want,
Its like a fog,
Like those ones on a cold Monday morning,
Im in a haze,
More like a daze,
It's unclear of what is to come,
Maybe that's the beauty in it all,
Once you come closer and see the things you are confronted with,
You find out what to do,
Just if I knew
It's like a fog,
I am unaware of what may be in front of me
I guess thats what my life is meant to be,
That time will come when I set myself free.

Cake and candles,
A year after year,
Comes once to mark you closer,
Closer to death I suppose,
Sprinkles and happiness,
That or some *****,
Coming of age I suppose,
To party all night long,
Or be with the ones you love,
Or be hammered after binge-drinking,
And lately I've been thinking,
Day by day is another's birthday,
Shouldnt we be celebrating life everyday?

It's expression,
It's words on a page,
It's thoughts out loud,
It's sounds,
It's much like a flow,
Comes easy and grows,
Doesn't need all too much,
It isnt done in a certain way,
Doesnt use stupid slang like 'bae'
It's beautiful,
It's brutally honest,
It can be used to vent,
It's what the heart meant,
Sometimes it's things that can not be uttered out loud,
Some things that cant be said amongst a crowd,
A mental process,
One to clear your head,
Things that may be misread
But like life it begins and then ends.
A poem.

They say "it's for your own good"
"You'll understand when your older"
After 17 years of living you'd think
I would know by now,
It's hard to wrap my head around,
Around a concept not so profound,
A life which my parents want me to live,
Which would mean it would be my life I would have to give,
I respect you,
And stay true,
True to myself and others too,
The values and lessons you've taught,
Which no amount of money or things could be bought,
For it's time to treat me as old as I am,
I am not once that young girl you had planned,
The one in love with feathers and lame tv shows,
The one who always carried her heart in her hand,
The one with dazzling brown crystal shone eyes and wondered around the land,
The one who didn't want anyone to get hurt,
The one now learned from the grime and dirt,
The one who wouldn't stop asking questions,
The one who always said "did I mention.."
The one who's eyes would fill in tears after getting a 'booboo'
but would be all better once you kissed it too,
The one who would be by your side holding your hand
The one who was daddy's little sidekick,
And who was momma's little measuring stick,
The one who didn't grow all too much,
The one who would be scared of movies and your arms she'd clutch,
The one who dreamed to play basketball,
The one who would be supported no matter how many dreams she had,
The ones as absurd as that,
The one who's hand would wrap around one finger,
The one who would laugh at everything you'd say
The one who love to watch the stars and lay,
The one who would love to play,
The one who you'd tuck into bed every night,
The one who would make you turn on a night light,
The one who was daddy's little girl,
And who was mama's pearl,
The girl in those summer dresses and a flower in her hair,
Is standing tall and strong as she shows you she cares,
She's going to make you proud,
For her words may not speak loud,
She's a runaway,
Off to a place unknown,
To explore a world,
And be who she wants to be,
The girl who wants to be free,
Just like how she did when she was young,
Just her and her heart,
Completely alone.

We set it in stone,
For it was hard to tell what was real,
And what was fake,
What we had was hard to make
What you meant to me,
And what I meant to you,
I wish I had a clue,
It's as if the feelings grew and faded,
It's like I made it,
Was like a rose welding In the sun,
The more it grew the more beautiful it seemed,
It was all of what I dreamed,
Until no one cared for it,
Petals fall,
And suddenly from this beautiful flower,
It turns into a broken mess,
It was set in stone,
What was to come,
For it wasn't only the flower,
That became broken as time flew,
But in fact in actuality it was me too

I ruin it all,
All of it,
Every ounce of my energy,
When I over-think things way too much,
I drown myself in thoughts,
Slowly kills my happiness,
Like a cigarette does to the lungs,
Like insecurities **** my self esteem,
Like lies killed my trust,
I wish I could just make the picture in my head be real,
My ideal life I wish I could plan,
Over-thinking
Over-think
Over
and
Over
and
Over
Questions that come to my mind,
Nor the answers I want to find,
An answer to a question which will bring me to over think once you respond to,
Will make me once more,
Numb and blue,
Why'd you ever give up on me?

Walking me home,
Your hand slips down to the small of my back,
Guiding me to my door again,
It feels like a routine by now,
Never have gone past this paneled glass door,
Where just one date has led to something,
Something much more,
I can feel the breeze on my skin,
Sends shivers down my spine,
And the purple-blue tones casted on that face of yours,
The colours of the city lights
And the hope in your eyes,
For how long will I sit here in gaze,
Your a constant reminder of what I've always wanted,
Or a reminder of what could've been,
I never thought it be this hard,
Just *Walking me home again

They say puzzle pieces fit perfectly,
It's the same when I am with you,
I guess what they say must be true,
Puzzle pieces that seem to find their way to make a perfect picture,
If only I could paint that picture with you,
We may not say it but I knew,
Knew what you wanted,
Was what I wanted too,
Our bodies were like mere images of the pieces,
Between all the folds and creases,
How oddly arranged but fit together in such symphony,
Similarly and differently,
Like how you can carry me in your arms,
Or how my head can rest on your chest,
Like how your arms wrap around my entire body,
Or how my tiny hands fit in your gigantic ones,
Like how our bodies grasp for air in our lungs,
or how I can hear your heart beat as quick as mine,
Like the way you can make me arch the back of my spine,
Its the small things that makes us in sync,
and who were we to think,
That in a blink,
We were in fact,
In all the act,
Just mere puzzle pieces who found each other at last.

His voice should be made into a cassette tape,
I'd carry it wherever I'd go,
His eyes are so piercing I'd be afraid if the stars themselves go dull,
Images in my head, engraved in my skull,
I love it when he calls me "love",
Quite ironic if you ask me,
The Great Brit!
The Great Brit!
Great Britain you see,
Where I'd much rather be,
It's much more than what I could have dreamed,
Hearing his voice ring in my ears as lovely as can be,
I think he can't agree,
Agree with me,
He believes his voice is short of magnificent,
His voice is a sweet instrument,
Must I end this right now and here?
For all I get caught up in is his voice in my ears.

Do you ever feel as though you can't decide?
People pushing you to what they believe is right,
Telling you they know what's best,
While you'd rather just take a rest,
Take a rest off this world for while,
It's hectic schedule does not accommodate your lifestyle,
You wish you could make a better decision worthwhile,
While you sit in indenial,
Telling yourself that everything will be okay,
In reality will never stay,
You wish those who were close cared for your wants,
Cared what you wanted in life,
I heard a great quote that I believe we shall all must live by,
"Don't let your dreams remain your dreams"
-And to this I say take your stand,
Fight for what you want on this soil and land,
This Earth may be of 7 billion people,
You've gotta know that crossroads and decisions sometimes
can not be equal.

Late night conversations about sweet nothings,
I feel as though he is just -something,
Something so goofy and unique,
I smile from ear to ear as he speaks,
I stay up almost the entire night and day,
It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay,
He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy,
I can go on and on about his sympathy,
We make funny faces all the time,
He is what I call  -a dime,
Not a dime's worth nor it's size,
It's quirkiness and shine,
And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines,
His eyes and smile fill the room with light,
There is not one thing I regret from these,
*-These sleepless nights.

It may dig at your skin,
What you need to do is lift up your chin,
The voice may echo at the back of your head,
They are not even the worth of a single thread,
Don't waste your time on those who don't mean well,
These are the people who you do not want to dwell,
Those who simply take advantage of you,
Those who are, oh so very narcissistic,
Learn to have a spine,
Learn to stand up straight,
Learn to be up on your feet and appreciate,
Those who would run to keep you up,
Than those who wouldn't look back as you fall down,
Learn about your self worth,
Learn about who mean well,
Learn from those bad experiences,
The ones where you saw the true people,
The ones who stood by you every time,
The ones who never asked for something in return,
The ones who will never want to see you at your worst.
And from it all,
You are left to decide whether,
You want to learn or bring them closer together
Because in the end just remember,
from now until -December,
They were Eye-Openers.

Sometimes you don't hear it,
Other times it blares outloud,
You are constantly reminded,
As you check your stopwatch,
Ticking every second,
Counting every moment until your last breath,
Saying that time is running out,
Worried that time will slip out of our hands,
Worried that the time we spend is pointless,
Worried about the job we have,
The people to impress,
and the family to take care of,
The time we have is now,
The time we take to count,
count for every time we check the time,
Takes up more time,
Remove that glue that binds your eyes to a clock,
and start living your life and
Stop watching it like a hawk,
because no matter what time of the day it maybe,
it will,
*Tick Tock

Beauty, in her mind is not like everyone else's perception,
But there is an exception,
Inspired by strength,
Muscles rather than long lengthy weak arms,
Stronger thighs to help her incredible stance,
Shoulders broad and stomach lean,
Her diet is absolutely clean,
Paleo diet to be specific,
They say it's absolutely terrific
No gluten,
No Carbs,
Just essential vitamins,
Got rid of that act a long time ago,
Not looking for those empty calories,
Not that processed junk,
Nor that sugary filled donut,
She aint a quitter,
Never was and never will be,
It's part of her lifestyle,
For now she see's cross fit as a journey,
A healthy one which she strives for everyday,
Her best friend is her workout,
Her reps are her goals,
She does not stop until her soles-
Soles of her feet sore,
She defines beauty as being healthy,
This is of a newer age,
Of a new century,
This is what I call Evolutionary beauty.

She was a African-American quite distinct,
Nor by her completion or her skin tone,
Rather by the ability to inspire youth of all ages,
She was in her 20's and she was quite knowledgable,
Knowledgable of what hatred is,
Of what us humans are like,
She showcased a picture of Justin Bieber,
Laminated and such,
The roars of the crowd all in hatred,
Boo's and "You ****" all around the gym,
She asked us "Why?",
Why are we as humans so judgemental?,
Judgemental towards others when we don't ourselves want to be judged,
See this is a oxymoron indeed,
She asked us why? Why do we want to eliminate,
Eliminate stereotypes, judging and bullying,
If we ourselves continue to do it?
She made me believe in the ability to succeed,
She made me believe in the restoration of humanity,
She made me believe that freedoms are not simply given,
But should be cherished.
She made me believe in me.

They say core classes are suppose to teach us, things essential to everyday life,
This ****** education system needs to be stabbed with a knife,
Since when will I need to graph a parabola,
Math is need for finances and taxes blah, blah, blah.
Yet there is, oh so much that I need to learn,
If I got the chance every textbook I would burn,
Since when will I ever need to explain the history in the life of Shakespeare,
When will I ever need to write another ****** essay based on contrast and compare,
Since when will I ever need to explain the body parts of a frog,
The only thing that these core classes have done is they've made me into a helpless dog,
Since when was memorizing information defined as learning
I hope when my children get older it's the ****** education's death I will be mourning.

She is as sly as a fox,
Looking over everyone as if she is a hawk,
She is a mystery quite extraordinary,
No one knows how tough her scratches are,
A backstabber not even known from a far,
Her sympathy is of no extent,
All she leaves is a massive dent,
A dent of hope in the world,
A hope that once was lit in this rut of a place,
She smiles and stares as she inches closer to stab you,
Stab you ever so carefully in your back,
Once she has got was she has need your down in the dumps in a sac,
She says that you are sour and you sour her mood,
It's funny because I wish I was rude,
Rude enough to get back for everything you had done,
The prize she sought is won,
But my friend you'll be the very first to run!

Hush, She does not speak,
Her venom is that ten times worse,
Just befriending her is much like a curse,
Her words so ever twisting acting with great success,
Acts as if it had never happened,
As if this entire world was blackened,
Acts as if there was no event of such,
As if there is nothing much,
Continues down her pity little path,
She was really good at numbers really well at math,
With scales of larger numbers and poison even larger,
Flaunting about the abilities she has,
There isn't much we can do not even in a class,
How can something so small and innocent,
So twisted and bent,
Be the most horrid from all creatures?

As I shut my eyes and close the doors of this world,
I lay in my bed and like a caterpillar I curled,
Nestled between the soft clean white sheets,
Last thing I know I have feel asleep as I hear the rush of cars on the busy streets,
I suddenly escape and enter into a world never seen before,
A world of beauty delight, and the purist of scenery,
The skyline as it sets from a teal blue to a golden yellow,
The roaring vibrant orange fading into a pink,
I am sitting on logs, laying my head upon wood chips,
One hand behind my head as I fill my lungs with the fresh air,
The air I can breath in without the fear of pollutants,
Before my very eyes I see a rocket of shooting stars,
My eyes glitter seeing them as they pass,
I shout to my mates as they run to lay and watch with me as mesmerized as I,
Violently shook, was the instant ticket from that world,
Seeing the tasseled white sheets, my vision blurred,
And like that suddenly within an eyes blink,
Not for a moment was I to think,
I was back to the same crummy thing I call life.
This world right here is a strife.