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that I have to do math problems to understand it,
doesn't realize that doing unsolvable problems still leaves me confused.
And I'm back to where I was before I did the problems (okay not really),
but there is nothing wrong with note taking, watching, listening, and reading math without problems.
THere is nothing wrong with reading, writing, listening, and watching math without problems.
"There's a point where you know just enough to be dangerous, but not enough to fully understand."
abhinav 7d
Thoughts of committing forbidden,
rises with the rock,
as soon as sun reflects off hidden,
crushing barriers came the thought.

Rock's rise to its fall,
till dawn came upon,
wondered it all,
what's it like being gone.

Getting chair, drilled temples, OD, Botox or hang,
visual flashes everyday,
like a mosquito inside my head canned,
waking as soon as I hit the hay.

Pressure's mounting none to release upon,
had so called well wishers,
fortunately I mowed the lawn,
and now none's left to cement the fissure.

Reliving past with a foreseen future,
altering with a hit of a key,
various customizable features,
only if it was like RPG.

Maybe it's insecurity,
maybe it's grades,
maybe it's futurity,
maybe it's living of which I'm afraid.
those sleepless nights **** the soul outta to have a guilt trip......
emzy 7d
they say you are self centered
that you draw the darkness around you
to drag the light and audience close

and the truth is,
they don't lie with their words

you are self centered
not in the way you believe
you belong on a podium

but in the way
you will do anything
to hurt yourself
and anyone who wanders too close
a conversation with the person in the mirror
Michael Apr 17
Sometimes bad jokes can make a big smile.
Sometimes the tears don't come for a while.
Some seek to find.  Some strive to give.
Some idly hide.  Some try to live.
As gravity pulls us down to the earth,
we're all connected in some way from birth.
Some of us find this to be beautiful.
We all lose our minds eventually, though.
Long while this world's problems are piled,
sometime's small things can make a big smile.
You will get
fvcking easily dameged
day by day
in your feelings.

Sometimes
people do not care about
who you are.

And sometimes
people care about you
because they have the same feeling with you.

They just want to know
what you feel
but they do not care
what you do after.

You just feel your feeling
by feeling your feeling
day by day
until you do not feel
again
and again
that you are feeling
every sadness
every madness
everything you feel
you are nothing
about you.

Sometimes
you want to die
but dying do not solve your problems.
Anxiety is like you feel dizzy
in your head when you do nothing
but the atmosphere like want to **** you
bit by bit and you feel in your lungs step by step.
Sometimes you feel nothing.
In feeling nothing
you feel you are real.
The real creature that is you.

You deserve to be happy
one day,
and when you get it,
there is nothing
to care again
about what you feel
in the past.
Indonesia, 30th March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
"I'm young, free and wild"
but we are in an adult relationship
are you a child?

I don't want to hold you back
Communication and respect
can you give me at least that?

Frustration is on a rampage
my attitude is mild
I look at the red flags
we have ignored and piled
His4Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people.
selina Mar 24
the sky needs to stop bawling
the weather outside does not help
whatever's happening up in heaven
should have solved itself by now

the storms are lovely, but i am tired
of being alone in a house for four
and here in a bed for two
and the one left behind is always me

the walls are crumbling now
they have been worn down for centuries
rain soaks the earth beneath me
this on my face is rain, not tears, i swear

                                  standing alone in an open field
                                  i am one with the universe
                                  so when the lightning strikes
                                  take me with you
when someone is hurting I want to help them
heal.

I want to be close to them and hug them,
I will give them all my attention
I will listen to all their problems
and give all the advice with the best intention

But when it comes to me
no one will give me their time
no one will listen to me
no one will give me a good advice

Someone help me I think I have a problem

I care too much...
Emma Mar 15
Down the street the old man cried,

“let me sleep! i’ve got nothing to hide!”

but the thieves and the mold care not for such things

as they burned and they burned

and they burned



Wrinkled ladies in oversized rings

yelled out their price for the prisoner’s things

“settle down, settle down, there’s more where it came from.”

as they smiled and they smiled

and they smiled



The youth shiver below, crude laughter in the sky

fear melting on their tongues like ice cream pie

cold hands caress their heads, staining their memories like ink on shoes

as they crumbled and they crumbled

and they crumbled



The marching of shadows shambled in the light

“roll up, roll up! lucky winner hold tight!”

slave to the mechanical beating heart of powders and liquids and glittering heat

as they fell and they fell

and they fell



Wriggling corpses build their huts along the naked land

stumbling past crowded bones as they long played their hand

“mercy, mercy, our children starve!”

as they withered and they withered

and they withered



The earth spins off its ruptured axis

flinging it’s occupants in a human crisis

the old moose groans and the silver trees splinter

as they sank and they sank

and they sank



Life seems forever as decay eats decay

as adults never seem to turn tomorrow into today

the only mark of the living left like pressed flowers in a crumbling world

as we wept and we wept

and we wept



People in straight suits say ignorance is bliss

well ignorance made me a ****** kid

i’ll tell you

i’ll let you

in on a little secret

misery is a card you don’t want to play

and death is a dept you don’t want to pay



The 15th, 16th, 17th century

the 21st

the ******* 100th

round and round

over and over

pushing time again and again



Oh the lessons are never learnt

and the punishments are always served

and the only ones left in it all

are corporate businesses who

sweep the ice cubes under the fridge



Oh we’ll suffer

oh we’ll cry

oh we’ll tumble and grumble until we all die



But the world will keep turning

and the mistakes keep churning

until we are left with no more
what a world we live in
Emma Mar 15
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty thought he was clever and all
So bit by bit he stacked his bricks
And built it two hundred feet tall

Swinging his legs
And nodding his head
He looked down from the top
At small puckered wells
And small tuckered hills
Of the villagers all around him

And so time flew by
And his wall grew high
And higher
And higher
And in the heathens
As he touched the heavens
He cried, “Look up, for I am God!”

And so he went

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses
And all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty
Back together again

But children,
Don’t be sad

But children,
Don’t be sorry

For that night the men swung their picks
And the women scraped off the concrete
And the children stole the bricks
One by little one
Till all that was left to his memory
Was the flat crown of the ground

Besides, the bricks weren’t really his, anyways
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