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old faces
new traces
old hallways
new ballets

old smells
new friends

new sounds
old crowds

looking the same
same shades of
bleu
and white
where is the pride?
all smurfs we are

still looking from afar
craving that far
it's the first of September, welcome December
Parents are your first teachers;
But if they were permissive,
Teachers have rules they follow through on.
If parents were too strict,
Teachers cut you slack.
If you fall, they may or may not pick you up.
If you were abused, they will report it,
Despite all your objections.
If you've been excluded, you're now in a class.
If you're really smart, they'll show you how much there is to learn.
If you're struggling, they'll show you how to learn.
If you're afraid, stand beside a teacher.
If you're a bully, you will confront your victims.
If you're in doubt, they'll search you out.
If you're cocky, they'll trim your spurs.
If you're lonely, they have room.
If you need solitude, they have a room.
If you're in love, they know the season;
If you know hate, they know the feeling.
When you compete, they're in the seats.
When you're sad, or conflicted,
Teachers listen.
They taught Moses, Jesus and Mohamed,
Yes. Teachers beget teachers.
They instructed Socrates, Aristotle and Plato.
They put us in North America and on the moon.
They worked with Salk and Banting, Gates and Jobs.
Anyone can learn something.
They even taught our parents,
But not everyone learns.
Hey, Teachers, don't leave those kids alone!
egg hot pot Aug 27
High school hallways
Always so full
But always empty
I walk trying to imagine
That you're not selectively rewarding
But you always are
You were empty when I was
13
14
15
16
17
17
17
17
17
When will he get to experience you
He will
Won't he
Zywa Aug 21
I'm the deputy

today, the students meekly --


look me to my place.
Poem "Ik val in, ik vervang" ("I deputize, I replace", 2012, Emma Crebolder)

Collection "Within the walls"
Reece Aug 19
Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who’s sane,
And maybe stating this is all in vain.
I look around at my peers, and I swear we aren’t the same.
Completely different faces and completely different names.
It’s not a profound declaration,
Or a shoddy improvisation,
And no amount of medication,
Could treat this impersonation.

Too much noise leads to vice.
That’s not even complicated advice.
If you leave people to their own devices,
You’ll find,
That’d we’d be better off leaving them all behind.
When they’re taken away,
You’re left with the glitchiness that remains,
Spouting the funniest thing,
That they heard in every sentence they say.

Perhaps I’m just an alien,
In an atmosphere I don’t belong.
A tree receiving acid rain,
A singer without a song.
I start questioning.
Does anybody think?
Or do they say whatever thoughts enter their brain?
Or if they do,
How many filters do they put their words through?
Are there harsh words I haven’t heard,
Because someone thought it’d be absurd?

Sometimes, it seems as if I’m the only one who’s sane,
But I know my thoughts, sometimes, can be rather deranged.
From fruitless worrying to self-deprecation without blame,
Perhaps, all of us are a tad insane.
School, I find, can be comparable to an insane asylum.
CantSeeMe Aug 17
staring at a corner
eyes right at the border

hearing some sound
who's disrupting my thoughts?

September knocking at the door
again and again
please ring the bell
opening slow
"do you wanna play?"
it's a game called 'may I'
then falling in hell
saying "I'm okay"
Darla Haven Aug 18
I’m not special.

Just another  
blonde  
white  
privileged  
child  
who thinks  
they can  
change  
this place.  

But that teacher  
wasn’t special  
either.  

I try to listen.  
They don’t.  
She didn’t.  

She didn’t care.  
Not for kids.  
Not for my words.  
Not for me.  

She made me  
hate school.  
Hate that place.  
Hate her cage.
Long story short I wrote a speech and this teacher stole some parts, but didn't allow us to read the whole things. HER speech was racist, sexist and just extremely bad , so that ****** me off. Luckily I am starting at a new school in September, so I don't have to deal with her ever again.
Joel K Aug 18
Mannequin-like people
Fake friends—
fake family.

Imitating my friends and families’ actions—
displaying them in a kiosk.

Indestructibility all because of their plastic bodies.
Still, their emotions and thoughts grabbed at whatever they wanted.

Sacrificing so much…
They are unwilling to accept what I have to offer.

Comforting myself in the sheets that they unraveled—

I cannot tell if they take me for granted or whether or not I should leave.

Addicted to you, yet you made the meaning salty.
Excuses — your cliques of words, spewed nothing but gunk.

Yet I respect your figure of speech.
As still as your mannequin-like body.

Can you respect me in the same way?
Not a command but a question.

In the meantime, time will tell.

By the end of the day, you are a part of the residual I left behind — a mannequin.

Fake friends—
Fake family.
I wrote this because of how people behave fake or are just moving on without you.
Bree Aug 17
Chapters and What Are They?

1. Community Lab Centers are for the strong indeed.
2. English 101 has a recommendation to take English 100.
3. Take English 151. American Lit.
4. **** English 100.
5. Brit Lit and Chaucer thieves. People steal ideas.
6. Bible Lit isn’t Lit. It’s a Bible Study Class.
    a. Extra credit is actually fun.
Lee Aug 16
My handwriting is too much
too curved and too formy
My names in a bunch
poor cursive just swirly
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