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Myers Psychology,
AP Human Geography

Erwin Schrödinger in Honors Chem,
Honors Algebra 2 times ten (that’s 20, in case you needed to cheat)

Health and Wellness, I hope,
Spanish 1, I elope

Freshman Seminar is so steep,
Honors English, finally deep

Personal Project Portfolio all alone,
Not one rhyme for it’s my throne

Delegate at Model UN,
Researching world politics with my quill pen

Studying renewable energy at my local university,
Public speaking, the ultimate adversity

Running for office in student governments,
Medical club to heal ailments (not literally)
My college counselor claimed that my schedule is considered of a suicidal student’s one. Lol, who needs self-motivation when all of the world’s inspiration is here. Thank you to all of my friends here for never ceasing to inspire me (you know who you are ;) ).
Imagine a random Harvard admissions officer or alumnus/alumna find this out...hmm, I wonder what the consequences are.
*This is NOT a poem.
**For our international readers:
AP stands for Advanced Placement. They are College Board designated classes that may earn college credit or “advanced placement”.
Myers Psychology is the common name of the textbook that several AP Psychology students use as a content provider, etc.
***By “elope”, I meant that I loved the Spanish language; French was a tad bit harder, but you get the point. :)
****It’s so sad that my parents encourage me to accept my local university’s recruitment offer; I stand very stubborn.
*****It ***** to be an intellectual person; you literally do not have a social life (like :(
******This is not supposed to sound condescending...
julian 1d
why do people change?
is it because we’ve changed also?
or just because they met someone new,
& probably someone better to us?

why do people change?
it ***** overthinking it
we’re on one page before
now we’re on the edges of our own sits

why do people change?
i always asked myself that
it’s a bit strange
because we are creating sentences & eventually,
you already marked a dot.

why do people change?
why changed?
Salut et bonjour,
Mon amour,
Comment ça va?
Fine as a silver chime,
Moi aussi...
Pax Romana?
Miss me, Minerva?
Don’t flatter yourself,
You’ve shattered the dreams,
Of too many beings,
You were Poseidon,
Most of the time,
Sooo, you want to make the poem rhyme?
Duh, you’re not tryin’ to make it sublime
Acting out and writing a collaborative poem for an honors assignment...not submitting this, obviously.
Of course...I always get assigned with the popular least this one had some wit...
*Everyone nicknames me Minerva. Lol.
Cloud Giante Oct 3
Even when I feel I trust
I don’t
Even when I feel I should
I won’t
Even if I wish I could
I can’t
She’s the same as me
I think
This distance between us can
I shrink
Or are we worlds apart inside
I’m ready
None can run and none can hide when
Worlds collide
Just writing my thoughts
mark soltero Sep 30
degrade me because you love me
infect me with your cancer
befoul my integrity
because i’ll do anything for attention
disillusioned with my charming grip
you lie awake
thinking of ways to let me down easy
you won’t be getting rid of me
because it’s me
im the malignancy
Sophia Sep 29
If Cinderella
Was a cooking slave
Instead of a
Cleaning slave,
Her name would be....
Mary L Sep 20
I hung up the phone

And collapsed into myself, sobbing

The sky was honey gold with rainbows

And the ocean was a lovely royal blue

You don’t think of me in THAT way

And I wish I didn’t too

I was crying cuz I felt myself physically lose something I had come to depend on


I was crying with my eyes shut to pretend nothing happened


I was crying over that rainy Sunday morning in the parking lot

When I couldn’t flip my skateboard like you

So you held my shaky hands

So that when I thought I would fall you would be right there, your calm hands in mine, your breath on my forehead

I found out later when I called you and the sky was honey gold

You were somewhere freaking out, probably holding your head in your hands like you do

Mourning something you couldn’t even begin to understand

‘Cause when we fall we fall together

But this time, really, it was me alone,

Falling for you

And it really was some type of

Curled up, hugging my chest type of

Wind knocked out of me type of

Purple bruises all over me type of


You couldn’t give me what you know I wanted and that must

**** you.
first poem
Poetic T Sep 16
A squirrel offered me
              a *******.

But just fondled my
            Nuts the whole time ..
Norman Crane Aug 25
Two posts emerged on my Facebook,
And sorry I could not peruse both
And be one user, long I stood
And scrolled down one as far as I could
To where it went into a long blockquote;

Then read the other, as just as shared,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was classy and about footwear;
Though as for that the likes there
Had rated them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
I believe with no comments written back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever tap back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two posts emerged on my Facebook, and I—
I read the one less thumbed-up by,
And that has made all the difference.
Norman Crane Aug 21
The city questions
        the virtue of animals
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