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Tabitha Lee Jan 2020
School
It lies to us

Car accident caused death
No, a bullet did people!
HE was fresh in life
Only 15

That women at least is arrested
for taking his life with a bullet
when he was fresh with life
only 15

I don't know intentions
behind the worst ending
when a boy was fresh with life
only 15

Hopefully I see him above
when my time has come
when he was fresh with life
only 15

I miss him
that boy was encouraging
fresh in life
and only 15
Today at school they told us my friend died in a car accident when the news clearly stated he was shot by a women
Hopefully it was painless
Miss you bro
Arthur Clack Jan 2020
[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular

I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest
this is the second poem that I have written so any advice would be nice
Josephine Petras Jan 2020
darling, you must desire discipline
for you cannot enjoy the juvenile privilege of fleeing your fears forever
Bookwizard9 Jan 2020
In. Out.

Choke back tears.

Choke.



“How was your day?”

“Good. How was yours?”

“Good.”



“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

(don’t know how)

(so much happens in a day)

(not important)

(i’ll get over it)

“I dunno.”



I know grades don’t really matter.

Nineties are like drugs,

once you start you can’t stop,

withdrawal hits you like a truck.



“What did you get?”

“Ninety seven.”

“Oh, that’s not that bad.”

“But what if it takes down my average?”

(I shouldn’t eavesdrop.)

(need to finish this problem)

(four months late)

(one ******* question)

(what the hell is wrong with me)

(ask for help?)

(too late)

(oh god)

(please don’t let the bell ring)




In two three four

Hold two three four five six seven

Out two three four five six seven eight



(don’t cry)

(too late)

(please stop looking)

(what’s wrong with me)

(i want to disappear)

(i’m sorry)

(friends?)

(...friends?)


“Did you write any more?”

“...no.”

“Oh. I guess it’s a busy time of year.”

“...yeah.”

“Well….have a nice evening.”

“Yeah, you too…”

(trash)

(trash)

(what was i thinking)

(so cocky)

(don’t want to open that doc ever again)

(too sensitive)

(never go anywhere)

(not cut out for this)



“How did your exam go?”

“...better than I was expecting.”

“Good!”

“Yeah. Thanks mum. Love you.”




(no music?)

(can’t believe)

(can’t vote)

(strike?)

(strike!)

(strike?)

(possible?)

(can i?)

(would it work?)

(no.)

(can’t)

(too weak.)

(try?)

(Try?)

(TRY?)

(as if life couldn’t be more complicated-)




“We have to get Ethel out more. We can’t stop walking her because Gunther can’t-”

(Gunther)

(Gunther)

(good boy.)

(stay.)

(stay by me.)

(just for a bit longer.)

(please)

(not him, please god, not him)

(god?)

(let me keep my boy)

(Stay.)

(Stay.)

(Stay.)



“We still on?”

(I dunno, are we?)

“Maybe after exams.”

“Sometimes people drift and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

(shut up, Shut Up, SHUT UP)

“I can cover you for the movie.”

“Thanks! I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“I’m just happy that means you can come.”

(alone)

(hello?)

(do you still care?)

(i do.)

(i miss you.)

(do you miss me?)



(don’t break)

(don’t want to go back)

(brave face)

“Crying is okay.”

(?)

“It doesn’t seem like you’re handling it-”

(???)

“Do you need to go and see-”


(?!?!?!?!?!)




In. Out.

Choke back tears.

Choke.
Max Neumann Dec 2019
"hell yeah" changes into...






"heaven yeah"
HEAVEN YEAH!
Beyond the doors of my room,  beyond the thoughts of these walls.
A light starts to grow, it did all along.
It was hard to see it, it was hard to hear.
Beyond the doors, life is right here.
Growing like children, not just happy and glee.
Pain and suffering brought forth by me.
It hurts to live but for all I do, I will continue to suffer.
Suffer for you.
I will keep living, working on life, keeping people happy all throughout life.
I won't give up nor should you, but all that happens, is all not just for you.
Just bored at school
Mrs Timetable Jan 2020
Fresh washed P.E. clothes
The scent of fruity erasers
Blue eyeliner learning it’s place
A clear cool purse
Jelly shoes

My pink overalls are so cool
My teddy bear sweatshirt keeps me trendy and warm
My french braid hides my long hair
Because short hair rules

Oh the horror...
I forgot my homework!
Wearing grandmas ring
Silently made fun of by the popular
I miss elementary playground

Silent I sit speaking to no one
Maybe my one friend
Headaches daily
I don’t want to come here
Give me a note

P.E. clothes stink
Mom said no more blue eyeliner
Clear purse and erasers...stolen
And guess what?

You get to do this all over again

Only bigger
1984-1985 Trauma of transition from elementary to high school. Good thing it’s only once.
Max Neumann Jan 2020
...suffered under his drug-addicted father, a musician, and his fame-addicted mother, an actress.

runaway child escaped, got into a group home.

runaway child was focused, learned eagerly at school and studied later on.

runaway child became a teacher.

as a teacher, he has been taken care of children in need of love and appreciation.
Today is a good day.

YouTube: Runaway Train Soul Asylum
L Jan 2020
The world comes to me again with my sunlit room. A bird is nestled on the branch outside my window. My troubled-kitten sleep. The ceiling. The pictures in the cracks. My emptiness outside of school. Yes, divine is this space, for holy are the tears I’ve shed in it.
Nigdaw Jan 2020
the trees remember me
that short walk down an urban street
to primary school
now enclosed by panicked fencing
and paranoia security systems

I watched the seasons change
growing a little
in some respect every journey

my silent witnesses look the same
monoliths marking time
with bark and moss layers
roots entrapped in black cracked tarmac
where they were meant to wander free

my conscious return is by car
they cancel the careless carbon footprint
of this time traveller

I feel connected
as though an old movie
flickers among the boughs
of my diminutive figure
ghosting along the pavement
for a moment I am with him
tears unexpectedly blurring my eyes
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