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Desire 7h
Study hard, hours long
You're likely to succeed
'Cept college quizzes question you
on things you've never seen

@desire.is.dope
2-23-19
1707HRS
PASS OR FAIL
@desire.is.dope
2-23-19
1707HRS
The 'D' printed,
with the harsh corners of the-
Ariel in which I lay
dead,
on it's scar-branding curve.
I failed.
I should've revised better.
Huxley Web Jan 30
A room full of people
yet the only thing that catches my attention is the snow that falls outside.
Haylin Jan 30
I am studying.
I am dying from exams.
I should get some sleep.



Don's you just love exams?
I don't.
I hate it.
zz Jan 15
Today you taught me a new word
Rejection
tomorrow I will learn another one
Unrequited
Euphie Jan 10
I want you to read me like a book.

Study my pages
from beginning
to end.
Wellspring Nov 2018
Study.
Yeah, that'll get you places.
As the multitude of students waste away hours,
Studying, stressing, vomiting, anxious,
The hope that we'll eventually reach our dreams,
Yeah, that's barely what keeps us going.

We know our parents are pushing,
Always pushing,
For us to have the life they dreamed of,
But never had.

Do they ever think?
Does it ever cross their mind,
That maybe we don't want that?
Or maybe we want to make them happy,
So we push ourselves farther than we can go,
Just to keep them thriving,
For the last few years of their lives.

So instead of them checking on us,
Making US happy in our own life,
We are pushed, told,
"Study Harder" and "It's worth it!",
But I get the feeling,
Even with a university degree,
I'll still end up depressed, anxious,
And be worried about the future,
And with a debt that will just keep growing.
Somehow, my hatred for exams seems to be one of my biggest poetry motivators.
Nathalie Nov 2018
There is no lie in her fire

Only those that

Dare come close enough

Resonate with the growing kindle

Of her flame



The risk is worth forsaking

As the draw from her arrow

Pierces through the illusions

That keep them small



Her light grows

In proportion to the study

Of the heart

Which illuminates the souls

Of those that lay in waiting



Between revelation and sleep

There is a turning point

That impedes the way back

To forgetfulness

Opening only further awareness…



~Nathalie
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