Eric Fraley Feb 8
Here today

Here we sit

Amongst our friends

Our fellow classmates

Parents

Teachers and staff

It’s hard but…

Now that so much time has passed

We must admit

The highs and lows

Of these four years

Came and went

Beginning to end

Our time here went by so very quick

As for our teachers

They only know

How in the beginning,

We may have been dim

But with their support

We began to glow

So we would  like to say thanks

Because of you

We’re now able to burn brightly

All on our own

Because of you

Who knows the journeys we’ll travel

Or the places we’ll go

These four years may not have been easy

But that's made us stronger

That's helped us grow

To ourselves and our teachers

We now owe

A continued pursuit of excellence

On the paths we take

And for others

The paths we chose

It’s our turn now

To be the future

It is to the whole world that we must show

The skills we've learned and the knowledge we've earned

It is our time now to take the first steps

Towards our destiny

With our own two feet

For us to do what we have to do

For those of you with heavy hearts

And for those who feel this is the end of a small part of your life

It’s true

But it’s also a new start

Because…

In our own two hands is a fate in which we are holding

As we’re getting older

As we are growing

One by one

Our fingers begin unfolding

leaving hand prints on history

Touching hearts and minds

On the road to our destiny

We must now leave some friends behind

But do not be saddened

Do not fret

For they too

Have roads that they must find

We now all have one great mountain that we must conquer

That we must climb

Do not dare give in

Don’t dare give up

They are our own two hands

We must now guide ourselves to that mountain top

We may make mistakes

We may fall

But because of our time here

We’ve learned to rise again

To stand tall

I hope you enjoyed your years here as much as I did

And as you begin the next step of your lives

I wish the best of luck to you all.
Mr. Koon, what a loon
What you taught us last June
Will be forgotten soon
Most probably by noon
clem turner Dec 2017
sorry that our teachers speak their opinions
on the state of your children
sometimes.

we don't pay them enough to tell them not to do that.
:)
Gavin silverman Nov 2017
Your teachers said that a “B” isn’t a perfect score.

So your chase has been for perfection ever since

your “C” presentation that didn’t prove to the class that you could present yourself perfectly.

As if you're a Christmas toy.

Presents are supposed to be what they want.

and every time you meet a boy

he’ll
just
want
a
toy.
Another poem I wrote in my college class.
Jessica S Nov 2017
My parents always told me
That I needed to be a good girl
To have a good life
My teachers told me
That I needed to study more
So I could be successful
My friends told me
That I needed to get a boyfriend
Just like them
So I would not be lonely anymore
When I turned seventeen
I got sick of the things I needed to do
I cried myself to sleep
And suddenly I realized
Everything I have done
I did not do It for me
I did It for them
It's easy
You should get this
but I don't
I haven't
and
I won't

Let me help you!
More like let me laugh at you while I fail
Everybody else gets it, why don't I?

Stupid
I'm not
Stupid
I am

I guess that's it
Nothing less
Nothing more
Stupid

There's a quiz
"Until you guys do your job"
Sorry that I don't get it
Sorry that I'm stupid
Is that what I should say when you look me in the eye
and
Tell me that I make mistakes that should only happen in lower school

Thanks I guess?
He says I must hate math
I say I don't
I just hate him

I hate you too
I kept my mouth  shut
I don't need to say that
I shouldn't say that
I don't

Him and him are so similar
I hate it
I hate them
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Whatever troubles we teachers undertake
We change you to truth from clear fake.
Teachers are doing work hard for your sake
Want you all to be like sweet and quiet lake
Whose water is drunk by all people in quake.
We teachers who work like an object opaque
Who stop harsh and heavy rain at daybreak.
We never care for our brain, body or backache
Whenever we see or feel hurt by your mistake.
What we expect from you is not any fruitcake;
But sincere efforts made by you for your sake.
Though sometimes you were beaten with stake,
It was solely for your own drawbacks to rake
So that I wished to make you well-known Sheik
Whom nobody on this cruel earth can overtake.
So have teacher’s respect for teacher's sake.
Whatever troubles we teachers undertake
We change you to truth from clear fake.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Macktheknife Jun 2017
The teachers had plastered 4 letter quotes on the transparent walls of are class room.
this was to inspire are growing minds and motivate at  9:30am to give a shit about algebra.
but much like algebra, very few of us will find these's useful in are adult lives. With quotes like "The truth is like a loin.You don't have to defend it. Let it loose. It will defend it shelf'- St.Augustine.
Lion are an endangered species, held in captivity and are killed for sport.
but ya know the quote idea is good.
we just need the right quotes.
like an excerpt from Bukowski.
"the crunch" would be the just the thing.
I live for the day i see
"people are not good to each other"
"people are not good to each other "
next to a quote from the bible about a loving your neighbor.
The day i see that is the day i start doing algebra.
but
until
then.
random thought i had this morning
Cutting or any form of self-harm can be easily hidden so:
Did you ever think that I’d be digging a blade into my own body?
Expected? Nope. But I used to. It was a secret addiction and
For that reason, I keep my expectations of others: Elastic.
Because no one, not even I, know much of what goes on in another person’s life nor brain.
ABC:
A poem that has five lines and creates a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses while the first word of each line is in alphabetical order. Line 5 is one sentence long and begins with any letter.

Last time I cut: June 1, 2017.
Vexren4000 May 2017
As the pencil dreamily hits the paper,
The student dreams of freedom,
Drawing world of fantasy,
Times faded away,
An escape from reality,
The ticking of the clock,
And the pain of boredom,
Dulled by the point of the pencil,
Pouring graphite onto the paper.

©BAS
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