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amber Nov 2018
the sea of blood
you left behind
sticks to my memory
and stains the view
I had of you
Quinn Berube Oct 2017
A single seed is buried beneath the soil.
Nurtured by its home.
It grows from a dot
To an arm reaching for the sky.

The apples dangle by a thread.
Some fall to the ground and serve as dinner to deer.
Some are ripped from their suspension by
Human hands for a snack.

Selflessness. To give gifts with
Receiving nothing in return.
Take opportunities
And make something out of them.
WordsHelp Nov 2018
I want to learn every detail
That I plan to fall in love with.
I want to understand every imperfection,
So I can love those parts even more,
          to teach you why those are your greatest perfections.
I crave your story,
So I can add my own notes in the margins,
          to remind you where you came from and to show you
          how incredibly far you've come.
I want to savor every piece
Of everything that you are.
Poetic T Nov 2018
When the red petals fell
        Every field
                  shall fall silent.

For in those meadows,
                the wisps of the past
stand over the fallen.

Head held down,
       on bended knee.
   A remembrance if yesterday.

Every eleventh hour
       does an eleventh
                           minute fall.

And we remember
that freedom is sometimes
             paid in innocent blood
JDL Nov 2018
You have two choices:
Learn from your parents mistakes
Or to become them
julianna Nov 2018
It’s difficult to enforce
Discipline
Whenever you feel like it.
You need to enforce it
All the time,
Because if not,
There’s rough times ahead.
deuynn Oct 2018
why
do i
have to go to
school

suffering
my teachers
get paid

but no one else does
we must
work
and work
and work

until we are
"smarter"

oppressed to be
"creative"
but they don't want us to be
creative
do they

the smart
know
that we are being worked

so that we can get a
job

but we are already working a
job

and we're not being paid

work
work
and work some
more

all-nighters just
to survive the
drowning
of homework

i want to escape
from this
hell
they call
"learning"
This is just my interpretation of school.
Hedgehog Oct 2018
Everytime I thought I've reached a conclusion,the end
It feels like I'm awakened by something again
But there is nothing new,
It was always like this.
What changed is
My perception of it.
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