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Andres Apr 2019
Cortez, theyre just running through my mind
Like track and field junior year
You want to cyph before class, but i don’t think that’s for the best
Look in your ****** eyes, but you had to change into sweats
I remember that afternoon, it’s in my mind all the time
You gave me your hoodie and went home like routine
Snuck out the back door and forgot to take me

White Cortez, but they’re ***** on the sides
Dirt on your pants, but never did you mind
You’re so versatile,
how you build up your walls and know when to break them down ?
At 16, i never would’ve  guessed youd actually ditch town
A city on lights, like do you know what you’re leaving?
Persuasion and ideas, you know I’m still here waiting
Connection is rare, and with you, it was waning

Black Cortez, cleaned it up on the sides
Fade into dark Caesar, never did i mind
You smelled like axe and gelato, you probably taste so sweet
In my head, there’s a sword fight where two ends never meet
I hope you’re passing your tests, or training your chest
I still have your hoodie and i wear it here and there
I washed it so many times, but i didn’t think you’d care

SEP, where they prayed for me,
I remember you spoke to me about your goals
You told me you wanted to have a relationship with God
I told you i wanted love, i was a fraud
Spending every day of the year, you were mine
you were a physical manifestation of everything that was bound to be
A physical manifestation of everything attracted to she

Classic Cortez, lit up and you ran into class
Never expected you to fall so fast
You could roam the earth and be who you are
I just don’t want you to ever run too far
You don’t want me the same way i want you.
xtine Apr 2019
my mind
tells me to finish what i’ve started

but my body
doesn’t do a thing
Here’s to people who procrastinate during exam season.
violetstarlights Apr 2019
go back to work.
do not waste time.

sleep is worthless.
do not waste time.

here is more work.
do not waste time.

you cannot run.
it will end you.
do not waste time.

work is everything.
your feelings don't matter.
do not waste time.

who are you without work?
correct.
you are no one.
you are nothing but work.

do not waste time.

or time will waste you.
(i felt really stressed out by the unholy amount of homework i got tonight, so i took a quick 10 min break and wrote this.
if my teachers aren't crazy then i don't know who is.)
AshJ Apr 2019
Awoken 50 minutes to school time
Blaming poor, unfaulty water ready to wash me
Tears stain on the smart skirt and shirt of grey and wine
Buttoned up by sighing parents
Now habitual of this complaining like buzzing of a bumblebee

At the ground, hands joined, told to wish for fortune and health
While I strike a bargain with God for candy
Only if he commands a quick school break
Ten tiny digits wrapped around pencils with lead tips
Caught in like a horse with blinkers, there's of leather ours of fear

Blank brains repeat lessons in unison.
Irony! They teach freedom struggle inside four walls
Rules to decipher poems in only teachers from
Forget to balance conscious cause that chemical equation seems to demand it mor'!

Gods definitely not in mood for the candy bar
The dispersal takes forever.

Yet all's forgotten on the way to home.
All's comforted by a nap with family on soft foam.
From someone who passionately dislikes school
Lawren Apr 2019
Since the age of 4,
I’ve wanted nothing more
Than to heal, and feel
Like I belong, therefore

I struggle and try
Pretend not to cry
While you laugh and laugh
Elated to simply standby.

I plead and seek your aid,
Instead of help, you evade
All I ask of you, is for you to do
The job for which you are paid.

My blunder I can’t ascertain
My fellows you guide time and again
Until, I yet see, that the error is me
Teaching me is from what you refrain.

But the real problem here,
Is that I can’t be clear,
Of this skin I was born in,
It doesn’t exist—a veneer.

On the ground I must lay,
Your knee crushing my airway,
While to me you tell, that all is swell,
My lips blue, no air left to say

That since I was 4,
I’ve wanted nothing more
Than to heal, and feel
Like I belong, therefore

Though scared I may seem,
And left no self-esteem
I continue to fight, for it is my right
To keep pursuing my dream.
How it feels when teachers refuse to help you because of a characteristic or feature or part of you that you were born with.
The Calm Apr 2019
The moment I lost faith in the red, white and blues
is the moment 20 kids died in their school shoes
How could I expect the heart of people to be cold and so offended
just at the sheer possibility of gun rights getting amended
Sandy hook made us look,
Even here in Great Mills we felt chills
They see the damage that guns do
but don't blame weapons, they blame pills
they blame the finger the one that fills
the space between the gun and the trigger
they blame a lone wolf, a lonely kid,
"he was always kinda weird, we're not surprised at what he did"
why'd he have an AK? the constitution says it's OK
why'd he an M16, we look above and below the facts but never in between
the loss of young life, we should never defend
we cannot control people, but we can control guns, we should never pretend
too much blood has spilled, too much innocence lost
we have to make sure it ends, we cant pocket the cost
We should have the right to protect who we love
but America has to choose what it loves
Toxic yeti Apr 2019
As the young me see
That horrid video
I see the woman
Skin and bones
I have compassion
For a cannot imagine
Her suffering
Before her end.
Why can’t we see the inner beauty
Instead of outer.
JC Daly Apr 2019
I miss those days
When the future seemed bright
The world was so beautiful
And she was the light

I miss those days
Everything was simple
Life was easy
Only stress were those pimples

I miss those days
Spent in school with friends
And her at my side
I never used to cry

Those days are long gone
Everyone moved on
My head was in the clouds
Dreaming of the road ahead
Yet now I only wish
I paid attention instead

It's been awhile since those times
When she was only mine
If only I knew it'd change so fast
I would've pulled my head out of my ***
And thanked my friends
For years of loyalty
Now they're spread around the country
And all I have is me

Back then everything seemed okay
I miss those days
Oskar Erikson Apr 2019
so in my spare time
after a days studying
i stand on the pulpit
and talk to an empty room
shouting into the corners all the words i have written for people
who are not listening

like therapy i record these speeches
and play them back to remind me of the flow
of words
that could fill chalkboards whiteboards and lecture notebooks
but carry no weight

sometimes pray that the room is being captured
so someone can tell me to go
or perhaps the security guard finds some satisfaction
in seeing a heart unable to say no
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