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Wanderer Apr 2015
I realized that people had purposes
some I was supposed to teach a lesson
but most were meant to teach me a lesson

My Mom taught me
what love really was
and what mistakes not to make

My Dad taught me
why relationship don't work
and that sometimes love is hard to show

My Ex taught me
That touching isn't loving
and not to jump to conclusions

My Friend taught me
That people notice when you wear less clothes
and that that isn't a good thing
Teach a child to beg--
And he will grow with self-pity.
Surviving...
For his self only.

Teach a child to live with dreams--
And he will spring up like a tree.
Nurtured by the world's challenges...
Growing,
For himself.
Living,
For others.
A random thought while watching street children begging on the footbrige.

Train up a child in the way he should
go; so even when he grows old he will not depart from it.
(Proverbs 22:6)

I miss my J12 students...
Keah Jones Mar 2015
Teach me in the art of letting go
Your blue eyes only just met mine
in a collision of ice
frostbitten and screaming
behind long lashes
but they said you knew of abandonment
of being left behind
so, teach me in the art of letting go
of moving forward
of standing alone
teach me in the art of letting go
BraileyVine Feb 2015
95
All my life I’ve wondered
      What in the world put me here?
And when the colors glide together
      I must lean back from
  what I see to
        get a better look
    The vivid edges show me
  what time has really done with
my rain-filled skies and
       happy smiles
What movement has
Created from my birth and
    what change has had
  me realize
The events multiply into a
       saga of choices and
things beyond my
       reach
  When pondering my achievements
         I remember the
       simple moments,
              choosing to be cordial
        and the lasting seals I’ve
            left on
                 this place
   If just one indefinite thing lives
    longer than I do
    it’s been worth it
       And even at my pessimistic peak,
   I know that if
    my most horrible deeds have been
coming into possession of someone else’s pen
   and having too much of a good thing-
       words, lips, and candy-
     I’ve done more good than bad
But though I try to pull
       my slack in my
       stronger moments
I can’t quite tauten the string
  of happenstances
        Mine.
   However, this necessitation
teaches me to use my greatest abilities
     the
        first time and I’ve
learned too much to
     be forced to ponder slighter
           things for long
                 It is just the
most important questions of
  this life that
            cause me to sit and wonder
               like
                       the reason I am
                          a pawn of the world
a servant of God
   ballet is beautiful
       but a wordless story seems
            to leave one wanting something
    more and
          when I’m gone I need for
    there to be tastes of my spirit
             in vision and mind
      contentment to replace the ordinary dissatisfaction
          my trunk can grow tall but
        if only a spattering
     of leaves grow from
         branches not reaching vary far
what is the point of growing for so long
           yet if I’ve taught
     children to look deeper
              than crust and see core
     without having to search
                surely I’ve
     achieved a perfect score
             if I’ve molded minds towards
fondness of justice
       I’ve implanted a sound instinct and I hope
     you’ll always trust it
        if I’ve shown anyone that
a full life is gained by
      simply not discounting anything
    I’ve been competent toward my goal.
Why come closer when
         I can hear everything
   here and when
       stress turns it all awry and impossible
    all one has
   to do is
        acquire realization
that success is achieved
      solely by keeping the fire going
another day
       being about
to see all of the
junctures one can overlook
      even the teeth-gritting occasions
        can be
          turned over onto a smoother
side and I
       think most happenings of life are
beautiful
     a tiny boy wondrously tugging soft twists
the night’s skies under a girl’s eyes from
           drowning in pages the previous night
               putting
paint on your nails and orange peels over
            your teeth
                colorful shoes and
            chocolate cake and a
          first kiss on your 14th birthday, even
                    being too scared to ride
   or mourning a dog’s death
      or getting fired for standing up to a
      cruel boss
   holding it too long and
   fights over basketball
              because each and every commodity
               should open your eyes
           to the fact the you are alive
                  (you pick the situations you
                         stay in for
                             the most part and
                                           you have the power
                                            to make
                                                  change)
                                        and I hope you see that
                                          living is not
                                          living
                                                 with no risk
                           every minute is worth it and
                                   nothing happens without reason
                         I want you to see that my confidence of
                             a full life comes
                          from every moment that made it up and
                that my life’s greatest regret
is that I don’t remember every day in it.
Notes, criticism, thoughts, please. The part in parenthesis I want to change. This poem was inspired by my great-grandmother’s 95th birthday. I was thinking about what it would be like to look back on life after that long, and this is what stemmed from those thoughts
Gudden Feb 2015
They say I **** at writing,
They say I **** at grammar,
They say I made syntax errors,
They say I made orthographic errors...

They say you are not good enough to express yourself,
They say learn English, you first grader..

They say I am too bad at everything,
That means  I am too bad even at expressing myself..

They say you are good for nothing...
Ah they are my real peers!

And with a different teaching style
I love the people who love cursing me for my good, and I promise I would show them that I am worth their anger - I would improve my English soon. :-)
We are mortal.
Therefore is it a Sin
to limit One's self
(moreover, others!)
based on mere social or ideological climates.

The purpose of this Life
is to realize One's potential.
What that is, however,
must be discovered first-hand.

Yes,
that is to say
One finds One's very own self
burdened with the miraculous gift and curse
of responsibility
to dream, wish, hope, manifest, and work to create
One's own Destiny
One's own Path
One's own Self.

Nary a coward be!
Express thy true Self always,
even if not directly.

Compromise nary a thing
found within thy Self.
It serves a purpose, as does everything.
It plays a role.
It is necessary
for thy journey to come to fruition.
That is to say
it is up to thee
to decide and create
thy own destiny. Fate.

That is, however, not to say
"compromise not with it,"
For that is healthy-
I dare say necessary.

Rather,
It is only to say
"be You,"
now
and always,
while You still can.

"Be yourself; everyone else is taken,"
or, so said Oscar Wilde.
One may venture yet further:
"many of them are overrated.
Do not underrate yourself."


Develop skills.
Meet people.
Experience.
Practice.
Respect.
Balance.
Ponder.
Create.
L­augh.
Listen.
Learn.
Speak.
Think.
Share.
Write.
Read.
Give.
Love­.
Wait.
Live.
See.
Do.

Gain.
Grow.
Teach.
Indeed an ambitious title, but I deemed it appropriate.
I love creative control!
RH 78 Jan 2015
The silence of night
Interrupted by light

The calmness of day
Corrupted by a ray

The stillness of time
Interrupted by a crime

The innocence of a kid
Taken and hid

Small voice
Little choice!

I will always protect my child's innocence
For danger can lurk in unexpected places in this dark world.

Take heed.

I will watch, look over, guard, nurture, strengthen, bolster, teach, advise, protect, fight for my kids!

I promise a childhood of love and laughter!

Touch my kids and I will swoop down like a hawk hunting a mouse and I will tear you limb from limb! For there is no greater bond in the world than the bond between parent and child.

Pure Primal Instinct.
Naomi Sullivan Jan 2015
I tried really hard to be mad at you and blame you for the way we panned out. I did. But then I realized that you were ******* beautiful and honestly one of the greatest lessons. I don't need you and I never really needed you, I wanted you. I spent so much time breathing for you and trying to figure out why you couldn't love me but I know you did and that's why we weren't gonna work. You can never invest yourself into someone when you are dead. I'm dead and you are dead and we never had a chance to heal. You just need a chance to heal. Maybe love will never be your thing and maybe it's not real at all. Love has no definition and love can't just be spoken and it can't be acted and its not a real emotion let alone an essence. I enjoyed being with you, like physically around you and that was love when we were together. Outside of our bubble when we were home sitting on our phones writing about each other or just pretty much anything that was completely different. And maybe we weren't meant to actually be together but we were meant to teach each other. So yes. I understand now that you aren't healed and you have every right to want to be your own instead of being claimed as someone's. "You're mine" is a statement that can be so scary when everyone you ever let call you theirs completely ****** you over and left you thinking that everything ends badly so why begin it. So I get it and I thank you for giving me a chance to be vulnerable and let my walls down for once.
Finally letting go
The Terry Tree Dec 2014
Child comforts mother
Both comfort one another
Time passes through
A backwards path into
A place where
She is there for you
And you are there for her

This child that she hath
Given life unto
This child, you
Sacrificing of her own
Freedom

As she will teach
And you will learn
To teach her too
As she taught you

To be her baby born
For it to mean so much
That she would give you
Life to touch

Between the two

Yes in this life
Discovered light
To shine so bright
A lovely power
Of self-being
Sharing
Ever
Baring
New

Together both are seeing
Together both are breathing
The essence of a truth only
Old age and youth
Build meaning
Up into

A celebration
Of creation
Mother and
Child


© tHE tERRY tREE
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