I'm in a class,
We sit in chairs.
The teacher talks,
They listen and stare.

And I'm unfocused.

My pen is scratching,
My mind is clear,
The class is there,
And I am here.

And I should focus.

Oh, ****.
It's quiet.
Have I been caught?
This is something that I should not
Be doing
But I can't help it,
I'm trying to get it,
But my mind is flying,
And I'm sick of trying and
My brain is crying for
More than I'm offered and
**** IT!

I just can't focus.

Just because it's suggested doesn't make it right.
In the hands of teachers, other staff.
What other purpose could this directly serve.
To defend our institutions.
To further endanger those around.
The knowledge instilled from book to teacher a different practice.
Now holstered, hidden in the drawer of a desk.

What goes through the mind of the victim that's been bullied.

What training can be set in place to stop the next bulletin.

Shooting across the screen.

The kid in 10th grade that carries the weight of the world.

Sitting all day staring out the window.

Mother in hospice.

A fragile thought swallowed by deafening silence.

It no longer becomes a listening session of encouragement.

The after school sessions of comfort sped up.

Another bulletin of hysteria fired across the screen.

Teacher student affair.

15 year old student found with 42 year old man.

When in reality she was seeking help due to a troubled home.

Afraid to sleep knowing the door would creep open.

Leaving her terrified to close her eyes. The relationship between step daughter and father without boundary.


Where's the specialty training for those who care.

The proper resources that extend beyond that of a pamphlet.

The dark skin kids that's made fun of because they look different.

Stereotyped as aggressive.
The dope boys, the baby mamas.

The light skin girl that's made to feel inferior because she turns red with every hit.

Her hair is longer than theirs so she wants to cut it.

Aggressively forgetting all the beauty she possesses.

The active shooter managing to make it pass the metal detectors.

Rallying the attention he didn't get at home.

The debate carries on across every wall except the right ones

She looks at the room in front of her
Students stare back
Neatly arranged in rows
The projector faces her but
She can't help but project on the students facing her
What they would look like in fear
Faces ****** and scarred
The horror of a shooter
The pain of what's lost
The projector faces her but
She can't help but project on these neatly arranged desks
What they would look like empty.

Child of the state has an acceptable life
but
mom
is there
as she thought right
when
she was
just a kid, herself.

Stuck in the maelstrom of prideful ways
that
her
mother
and her father
taught her
and so made
two babies,
batter and baste
and begone --

only to admit in the future
to a confused
son and daughter
her
deeper reasons:
she
hurt for love,
she
hurt for the company. . .

. . . (so)!

Keep it going!
Forget, "slowly."
Keep it going,
you're doing
great!

Keep it going!
Forget slowly,
that education is
important.
Keep it up!
Remember,
if someone criticizes
it's because
you're
do
in
g
r
e
a
t
!

Looking up, a glance through the room,
the eyes searching for something to hold on to.
Our eyes met, right between your neighbors waterbottle
and the back of my frontmans chair.

I blinked and you looked away again.
My first day in the new class and yet,
are your brown eyes everything I remember

Ive never been known for giving up easily
and never been told to be a coward and yet
Did your eyes make me feel helpless like a fly
trapped in a web with no chance of getting away

The following weeks, months and years
would not differ much from how this whole thing started.
For every word we spoke Ive liked you more
For every laugh you laughed my heart stopped a beat
Every smile claimed a piece of me.
Every waking moment, every single dream

As time went by, my feelings did not stop
And I started to feel more positive around you.
Ive loved before. I thought I knew what I had to expect
but you showed me that I was wrong

Ive never told you this and I probably never will,
but you made my life better than you would ever imagine.
We talked. We laughed. We even danced together once on the schoolyard
when we got told we could graduate.

I never asked you out. I was afraid you would reject me.
I thought I would not be good enough for you.
Every time you laughed or smiled and you sat there with your friends
I realized that I would just be in the way. You were happy all along
So all I could do is make things worse for you

The last time I saw you, was at our prom.
At our graduation ceremony. We all drank that evening
And the last time I saw you, you stood next to me at the bar
ordering beer for you and your friends.

You with your red dress, your braided dark hair
looking at me with your brown eyes.
We exchanged a few words... nothing to memorable.
Not as memorable as you when you took the beer
smiled at me and went back to your friends.

I met you nearly three years ago. I learned to like you
and even to love you. Yet I never told you.
But maybe I should have..
because I will probably never see you again

Hi, it’s your friend
Yeah, your longtime friend
The one whom you thought our relationship has come to an end
Just because we are now on planet earth's different end

I just wanted you to know that I still care
and thought it’d be nice of me to start another relationship trend
with you, my longtime friend
surely, you’ll have made numerous others but, trust me, we are not them

Since you decided not to call
I realized we’re both so busy that our time for old friends is none
But not us, we’ve got a special bond
So I decided to, with this message, make a call

I miss you and those times
Surely, we can’t reverse it yet it’s fine
At least I can still hold your hands and my cheek will form a smile
Or are we already too old for that?

Hello friend
We’ve been through so much
Life’s hurdles and many more
Here, we don’t know whether we’ll live so long
To meet at that time we envisage in the future
So while we still can, let’s catch have some fun

Life is a journey and not a race
We all emanated from a starting phase
And will end up going to different places

The point is, live well in the moment
and quit chasing that which isn’t really needed,
make friends and let’s live fully till our ends.

From a friend that cares

©Emmiasky Ojex

I'm going to the school
And last, i'm going to home
Sunny everyday
Rain weather today and snow again
Sunny everyday
Rain weather today and snow again


And sun
and rain
and snow again
And sun
and rain
and snow again


I'm play the computer games
I'm eating food
Sunny everyday
rain weather today and snow again
Sunny everyday
rain weather today and snow again


And sun
and rain
and snow again
And sun
and rain
and snow again

And sun
and rain
and snow again

2016