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Bansi Adroja Oct 1
Kids still smoke under the tree
where we used to hide between classes
where I told Tom I loved him
a life time ago
but it still feels like who I am
the girl with the crush on the guy in the band
find me

Alaska Jul 2016
Here's to the kids
who skip school
not for alcohol
not for drugs
not for shopping
not because they're lazy
not as a joke
but those kids
that are afraid of it
that can't speak in class
that feel like they're dying walking through the halls
that feel physically sick getting called on
that get tension pains from the pressure put on them
that know how it is to live in a generation
that still doesn't accept mental illness
as much as it accepts physical illness
and that still forces kids
into situations that will leave them traumatized
at the end of the day
and will keep them up at night
for the next four years
hiding away
as we lay
in the trees
beneath the leafs
we forget about everything
wishin' we were evergreens
what does anything mean
I'll just get lost in her laughter
and forget about anything that bothered me that day
because you are here
and I am here
and we are healthy and happy
for now at least.
a poem about a time my bestfriend and I skipped class, so we wrote about it, and it came alive in the moment of creation..
Andrew Fahey Oct 2015
"Get in there!"
Can't say it loud enough

Feeling awesome

Unbridled grins
Yelling with vigour

Hi fives
Energising others

Since when did we stop skipping?
We all wish we could skip our chores like we skip cut-scenes in a video game
Or songs on our internet radio
Trust me, the Bulls wish they could skip the rodeo.
I wish i could skip the pauses in the stereo.
Cat Fiske May 2015
I want to skip,
Skip class,
Skip school,
Skip life...

Skip around like the inner child in me,
Screams out asking for,

When ever things are bad,
Skipping around my issues,
Like people skipped around me,

I think about skipping out,
If all the bad things,

But what if I miss,
Something good,
Because I was too busy,
The child in me, I skipled down the hallway and wrote this.
I  was walking , talking today
A little girl came skipping my way
Reciting some silly nonsense song
Wasn't long before she was gone

         skip a rope

A good friend in the middle of the night
rang up involved with her plight
On her behalf could I say a few words
Why of course and now they are heard

         skip a rope

Then when the sun comes out to play
We all perk up and listen to him say
We all smile from deeply inside
From within the sunshine can't hide

         skip a rope

And with sadness you have to go
Across the ocean so far it's so
But when you land you extend your hand
from there to here and back again

         skip a rope
shaffenstein Oct 2014
You are the stone thrown
into the depths of my river,
the subtle unsettling
upon my surface.
As you sink below my water,
don't fear that you may disappear
like all the secrets beneath--
from you the
stillness in my bones
ripples out and echoes sweet
from the deepness
that lives inside.
TSK Sep 2014
Skipping stones
And broken bones
And memories long gone
A summer through
Like me and you
As the leaves change on
I remember now
And it's my vow
To forget of all we've done
But I can't say
Within this day
To regret all or none.
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