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Breeze-Mist Mar 2017
I must've been more stressed than I seemed
Petting my dog, I released a guttural scream
I've been studying projectiles, calculus, and semantic ABCs
I just hope it's enough to get through the SATs
My dog was confused by my primordial groan of stress, but she seemed pretty supportive.
Kelsey Lauren Feb 2017
I'm way beyond stressed.
There's so many tests,
I have to pass.
I'm as fragile as glass.
I feel like I am going to break.
I hope I don't, for my own sake.
Anxiety seems to take root.
I wish I could put my thoughts on mute.
They swirl around me,
Making me feel dizzy.
I feel like I am going to break.
I hope I don't for my own sake.
I'm happy to be back from my little break.
Adelaide London Dec 2016
My back is straight
when the marked test lands in front of me;
I got an A.
-obviously-

Addy always gets an A
She’s so perfect.
How does she do it?


I’ll answer that question.
She eats the words
‘you’re so ****’
every morning, just before running to school.

Then, at dinner
She is rewarded
with a bruise.
One for every day of the week.

My face is perfectly straight
When the marked test lands in front of me.
One mark off.
-I got a Well done-*

She basically does everything right.
I bet her family is real proud.
She must get some real respect.*

Yeah, real proud.
Which was why,
Her parents had an argument.
Her mum had chosen the tuition.
So her dad screamed did his voice was bare.
That it was mum’s and Addy’s fault she ‘failed’ that test.
It was their fault that they didn’t care

So if I was to teach a lesson
I beg for you to not compare
The perfectionism of a girl so bright
You don’t know what happens to her; you don’t know what happens out there
The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.

At times, this poem hits close to home. Don't judge people who are smart. They don't always get everything easy.
consume endless stimulants
anything to get through this

lifeless eyes with sunken souls
tucked away in hidden holes

the hands on the clock do a full rotation
returning then surpassing their first location

alternating breaks between coffee and bogies
i sit on the floor, my effort withholding

breathe in, breathe out, inhale deep
i know not about counting sheep

a few more bodies tough it out
"we are the champions," i want to shout

and i'm delusional, so i just might
tell this empty room about my sleepless night
Finals week, man. I just have to keep telling myself, "Only one more semester."
Mark Parker Oct 2016
When the answers are rigged,
change the solution.
When life gives you lemons, lemonade isn't the only answer. You also can selling them at the market. Who ever said life gave you sugar and water?
Dark-Leviathan Oct 2016
The darkness is everywhere
It tries to eat you inside for it doesn't care
It comes in many shapes and sizes
But it never empathizes
All it wishes is to enter your heart and infect your brain
Causing you to hurt everyone and go insane
It is something that will always be around until the end of time
And it's own creation should've been a crime
But it's merely a test
To see who is suited best
For this world is the game of the gods as the bet on the lives of others for their own amusement
Creating their own darkness for the enemies torment
Even though they do this and use all life as pawns
The game will always go on
But we can help each other in this game
For our lives equal the same
And even though the darkness doesn't effect me anymore
Your heart is still an open door
So do as I say
And everything is okay
And that is to look at life through the way of others
And try to help for we are sisters and brothers
And without each other to rely on
Our entire species would not last long
So I hope that one day you can take a look through the shoes of others
For you never know what has happened to another
And if you think I'm just spewing nonsense and a big ol lie
Try to remember what made you hurt and cry.
justanotherfool Oct 2016
Every time, I thought 'Oh, it's all done'
'huh, the battle I have can never be won'
'Fine time for the last bullet in my gun'.
Hey, but still I'm here for another run.

They were raining me down with their blames.
All the devils were running in my brains.
No more could I bear the pain in my veins.
Hey, but still I'm here for another game.

I just wonder how I am still alive!
It's always like I was born to survive.
Jesus made me fall, So that I can thrive.
He made me fall, for my soul to revive.

I've faced the test 'n I've tasted the test.
Proved nothing to him, but I fed my quest,
of where to dig my roots in the tempest,
of why I survive, because I'm all blessed.
Incomplete, but guide me with your suggestions and corrections.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
-¡-

Jesus Christ is not a crutch
He is my

BACKBONE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/24/2016
Dear friends, don't be surprised at the fiery trials you are going through, as if something strange were happening to you. Instead, be very glad- for these trials make you partners with Christ in His suffering, so that you will have the wonderful joy of seeing His glory when it is revealed to all the world.
1 Peter 4:12,13 NLT

I have never gotten disillusioned by my walk with Jesus. I knew it would be a bed roses - for it is a very sweet place. But roses have thorns. And I encounter those, too.

I've encountered many incredibly difficult things since I came to know Jesus. But my present suffering is nothing in comparison to the glory that will come in His presence. All I want is for Him to say, "Well done."

I will be reading in a couple of hours. I hope you all are well.
I'm praying for you!

-¡-
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