#smart
In the year of the 250th anniversary of the American Dream, it is dedicated to her beautiful half!
Now Luz is in-to goody-two shoes
She’s gonna slip ’em on to wow the guys
Then strut past the crowd in those shoes
So the cool dudes turn and vibe her too, as mice!
Magic feelings live in those shoes
That goody-two vibe keeps poppin’ up, nice
So Luz trusts that vibe, pulls on shoes
Smilin’, she gears up to pass by the guys!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Goody-two shoes are Luz’s own boots
She throws down with the strong out here someday
Thieves catch a cold kick from that boots
And they won’t want it to happen again
Goody-two-shoes are a rough road too
Often girls cut tight fate-loops loose
So, Luz knows magic, takes that road then
And she suits up with a little sadness and blues
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Now Luz is in-to goody-two shoes
She’s gonna slip ’em on to wow the guys
Then strut past the crowd in those shoes
So the cool dudes turn and vibe her too, as mice!
Magic feelings live in those shoes
That goody-two vibe keeps poppin’ up, nice
So Luz trusts that vibe, pulls on shoes
Smilin’, she gears up to pass by the guys!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-la, smart girl Luz...
Original poetry in Russian
Лус, Гуди-ту шуз
Goody-two shoes нравятся Лус
Надеть их она собирается
И в них пройти мимо толпы
Крутым парням - понравиться!
От goody-two shoes льётся магия чувств,
Что из века в век рождается
Поэтому Лус, веря в магию чувств,
С улыбкою так наряжается!
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Goody–two-shoes - и оружие Лус
C Мира Сильными так – сражается
И для воров пинок goody-two
Может совсем не понравиться!
Goody-two shoes – и опасности путь
В них девы с судьбы петель – срываются
Поэтому Лус, зная магии суть
С грустинкою так наряжается…
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Goody-two shoes нравятся Лус
Надеть их она собирается
И в них пройти мимо толпы
Крутым парням - понравиться!
От goody-two shoes льётся магия чувств,
Что из века в век рождается
Поэтому Лус, веря в магию чувств,
С улыбкою так наряжается!
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, smart girl Luz...
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:13 PM UTC
I remember being plagued with knowledge,
From too young an age.
I loved asking questions,
even when I got sickening answers.
I wrote,
like I do now.
A constant in my life.
I wrote this one story,
about a boy.
Looking back, it was disturbing for an eight year old,
The world fell, and the boy watched his family,
get torn apart by monsters,
and all he wondered was where their souls were?
I worried,
about death,
not the act of dying, so much as the,
endless abyss that lacked any sensation,
that I feared would ensue.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
Even when you know you won't win,
you tell yourself, over and over,
the hope grows in a crevice.
You knew you wouldn't win,
You told yourself,
but you didn't believe yourself.
That's why it still ached.
The child inside you,
still believes in dreams,
and thinks she's a prodigy
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
I just saw an article called,
“Being Smart Is Officially **** Again.”
Reading’s now considered a happy, shiny experience,
where once, it was considered a solitary, antisocial or
even lesbian activity.
Yes, after years of wellness-core and clean-girl aesthetics,
smart-girls are finally considered one of the juicier meats.
Haza!
That’s all we’ve ever really wanted.
“Peter, quick! Get a pic of me studying!”
.
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Songs for this
Racecar by The 3 Clubmen
Wait Another Moment by The Bingtones
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
The clock is my nemesis
Time & space revolve all about me
Prevelance of the father of all lies
A maddening crush for the inevitable
The rhythmic pulse of the minute hand
Counts down the moment to redemption
Toss & turning in insomnia's clutches
Shaking like a leaf; both hands reverberate in a chaotic frenzy
Sobriety echoes in the springtime breeze
Rounding 96 hours, wearily I collapse
Whiskey sweat beads upon my forehead
Detoxification by abstinence of this god
A simple flavored death eviscerates me
A pure obsession spurned me on by my greedy intervals...
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC
You are a SAVAGE!!!
You are a BEAST,
You got what it takes,
Just to say the least.
You have creativity,
You are top notch,
To be so brilliant,
You are so on top.
Whatever you are doing,
please don't stop,
They're a lot people out there
Wishes they had what you got.
You are book smart, and
You are very wise,
Street smart as well,
as to a genius in disguise!!!
I don't know what it is, but
there's something about your wits,
You are a SUPER STAR!!!
Yeah,
YOU ARE IT!!!!
So, always remember:
YOU ARE THE FULL PACKAGE,
Keep doing what you are doing,
BECAUSE YOU ARE A SAVAGE!!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/12/2025
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
have you ever been to a museum?
that little verbosity,
gifted by the clueless
curator, next to the exhibit,
oft by each work of art,
leaves you
stupidfied by their unthrifty abuse
and the indecipherable misuse of
extra big unclear words
that make adjectives
want you to throw up,
over, on, the common tongue
this profoundly sound
smooth jazz advice, should
be the mantra of those who mask
their inferiority with a mastery
of a clogged comprehension
what is before the viewers
eyes, re and re/rereading
the illiterate utter cut
of the curator's *gib"~
berish
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Book smart with no common sense,
Genius with physical labor absent.
Can’t remember strenuous actions since,
Well…I guess there hasn’t been much of it.
They say brains and brawn are a good mix,
But what if you just have one or the other?
Pure brawn is overrated,
But I wouldn’t mind having them both together.
I can remember the lore of Star Wars,
But I couldn’t tell you how to change a tire.
Algebra two’s not that intense,
However, driving just makes me stressed and tired.
Isn’t it ironic that one can have straight A’s,
Yet, feel so incompetent?
Peers far surpass me,
And overlap me,
Still got to expand my toolkit,
And the trial and error that comes with it.
Book smart with no common sense,
But I could give you your change along with all your cents.
There’s a pressing question I need to overcome.
In the real world, is book smarts enough?
In the real world, will I function?
In the real world…can I overcome?
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
I’m the smart one,
They always say.
But I can’t spell February
Without whispering it under my breath.
It takes me five minutes.
To spell a word
And a whole day
to spell out what I need.
I don’t know how to do my taxes.
But I know how to call the pharmacy.
I know how to sit beside red,
Old and stubborn,
And blue,
Young and breaking.
I know how to translate pain
Into prescriptions,
How to smile when I want to scream
Into a pillowcase.
I’m only 21.
I want to kiss someone
because I like them,
Not because I’m running out of time.
I want to be drunk in a parking lot,
Laughing about nothing.
I want to have a boyfriend
And forget to text him back.
I want to dye my hair and regret it.
But they need me.
They say they’re fine—
But it’s 102 degrees inside
And I’m sticking to the floor.
If I stop moving,
I might melt.
I might disappear.
There’s only one of me.
I was supposed to be the baby.
Now I baby everyone else.
I rock the house to sleep
With grocery lists and gas bills.
No lullabies, just stopping an argument
No cartoons, just stopping a meltdown
I want
A life where I can be
Irresponsible.
Where I can be loud,
Messy, wrong.
Where I don’t have to be
Strong
To be loved.
I want a life that doesn’t only begin
After everyone else’s ends.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
You all tell me I'm born smart.
How you can't take it to heart
When I tell
You to chill-- how I've done too well
To say
That 4 hours a day
Is enough.
How studying
Hasn't been
Rough or tough
For me.
How I should just let
You all get
More stressed without
Trying to tell you about
Just how hard I know
You've worked
And how much I've seen you grow.
How a good friend
Can't attempt to end
Your panicking.
How I'm not lacking
In the areas you
Do.
How I won't understand
Your parents' demands.
I get it.
I really do.
Why else would I be trying
To help you?
Maybe if you took
A step back from your books
Then you'd see
How it didn't all
Fall
In place for me.
How I've put in
The effort needed for a win.
How although I haven't spent
My nights studying, how time went
By in class;
Glass-
Glazed eyes from only staring
At the teachers as they walk past.
Not caring
About how much I carried
The team, just so
Everyone could go
Ahead for an A.
And how they
Never seemed to know
How long I spent in the glow
Of my computer screen.
I know you all don't mean
It. But I've worked hard too.
I do
Understand you.
You know,
In this scenario,
I don't think that I'm the friend
That doesn't comprehend
The stress that's sent you round the bend.
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
Sometimes, with a roll of the dice
A child receives a blessing that comes with a price
They can be born with the blessing of being smart
Yet in society, they'll always be apart
Who would've known that a bigger or stronger brain
Can make people think you're entirely insane
If you do one thing well in your prime
Then you'll be stuck doing that till the end of time
And if you ever try to quit
Why would you? You're good at it
There's so much pressure on you
That there's nothing you can look forward to
And if you get just one thing incorrect
There's something in your brain that needs to be checked
People will look up to you, but you're up there alone
Sitting down on your worthless diamond throne
And if you aren't better than only some
You're immediately characterized as dumb
Would you really want to feel so apart
Just so you could be a bit more smart?
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
If I went back to my past, would this all really last?
If I cherished all my days, would I still be chasing after grades?
Threw away my life and fell apart
Now all I have left is being smart
Is this the life I'd really choose, if I knew, I couldn't lose?
My whole life ruined from the beginning, but I can't stop that from me winning
And I've carried myself on this path called life, while bleeding out from an 8-inch-knife
So I will go where the wind refuses to blow
And soon I will see that no one can stop me
And I'm sorry if I made your life harder, but this whole time, I've just been your daughter
And even just one mistake will cause this thin ice to surely break
They'll glare at you when you're at your low
They'll glare at you from heat to snow
So you glare back at them like a shattered mirror
So you glare at all the things you once held dear
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:20 PM UTC
Trust in the earth
And the grass
And the dirt
And the trees
Trust in lakes
And the land
And the air that you breath
Trust your mind
And the heart
And the brain
And the pain
Trust in time
And the space
And the life
And the flame
Trust in success
And in failure
And in loss
And in gain
Trust in experience
And what made you
Who you are today
Trust in trust
And in truth
And in good
And in right
Don’t ever mistrust
That you’re wrong
In your fight
Trust your words
And your thoughts
And your prayers
And your faith
Trust in math
And consequence
And in science
And in fate
Be who you are
And trust that you will
Be who you are
Until you are filled
With love
And with life
And with joy
Oh it’s great
Be who you are
Till you meet the wraith
Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 8:01 PM UTC
I have to conquer more fear than a mobile home in an Oklahoma trailer park
So yeah, you can say life's violently left it's mark
But here's the worst part
There's no back to the start
I can't be rebuilt after being torn apart
I'm already a patchwork monster, a piece of work but not art
And as like Dr. Frankenstein, the creator is the monster and only half as smart
©2024
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 5:54 PM UTC
"Am I evil?"
Worse,
Youre smart
When you know
Nothing matters
The universe
Is yours
And I've never
Met a universe
That was
Into it
It grazes on
The ordinary
Creating infinite
Idiots just to
Eat them all
Put a saddle on
Your universe
Let it kick
Itself out
It'll never stop
Trying to throw you
And eventually
It will
There's no
Other way off
Sep 15, 2023
Sep 15, 2023 at 7:27 AM UTC
sitting across from you in this quiet library
while we do homework,
i look at you and wonder-
how did i get so lucky to be loved by you?
6 months ago you asked me out.
6 months of pure happiness and love,
6 months of never once questioning if you do love me,
only knowing that you do.
and now, we look forward to the rest of our lives,
together.
loving someone has never been easier,
it's like second nature,
as simple and innate as breathing.
your fluffy brown curls,
stunning hazel eyes,
and adorable silver and navy glasses;
unparalleled intelligence,
kindness, goofiness, dorkiness,
lovability- my golden retriever boy.
you always take care of me,
especially when my adhd and anxiety get bad,
and i always take care of you,
especially when you're tired and dehydrated.
i love you
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 11:08 PM UTC
seek the Well of Wisdom, fellow
one wise Owl once told me
and so I roam the world under the sunlight mellow
to find the land where this magic might hidden be
I drank from a thousand of different springs
I sought the directions of wise old women and men
I listened to every person, to every tale and every song I heard them sing
and that's how I found where the Well hidden had been
there is no magic, no shortcuts, no easy way
you cannot cheat the Goddess of the Greeks
Wisdom is hidden in books, in stories, in children's tales
but you must be the one who wisdom seeks
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
it used to be that royalty
treated everyone like peasants
not much has changed
though it has been re-arranged
he who holds the money holds the power
now listen kid, cause I know you've read the books and gone to school,
but you must learn a new set of tools
you have to be street smart
if you want to survive
the fact is
if you practice
we might just make it out of here alive
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
By small and simple acts and ways
Our futures come to pass
And so we ought to choose today
The ways that bless at last
For time speeds by and races on
And seeds we’ve planted grow
Then let’s arise each waking dawn
And act on what we know
Small and simple will often lead
To great and glorious things
So set good habits with all speed
And watch the wealth this brings
Dream big indeed, and make a start
Small steps will do just fine
Leverage time - it’s just plain smart
And works with laws divine
Let “small and simple” work in you
Develop heart and mind
Then confidently follow through
And live what you’ve designed
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
To where do those memories go?
My and your soft lips meeting.
Exchanging values and ideas.
But like a conversation gone bad, you had no place in it.
Helpless.
A genius walks a lonely path.
Did our parents really ever "get" us?
Or were they just unfit to even bear the name.
Scoldings, put downs and assaults.
And the result is a childhood of treachery and miscommunication.
Misunderstood.
A genius walks a thorny path.
Where does a broken child learn they are special?
Feelings of inferiority build architectural grand designs of mental illness and rotting relationships.
And who really survives growing up?
Except me.
Childlike.
A genius rejects adulthood to walk as a child.
Why do the divine watch us?
Is it to see us suffer? To overcome the pangs of suffering and torments?
Is it truly a godlike quality to forgive? When will that be me being taken advantage of?
I know when.
Solid.
A genius gathers no moss.
Will death come? Am I to respect such a thing?
Why would his hand touch so closely my throat, my brain and my heart.
Are the dreams messages containing factual information? Guides on life?
No, they teach us what we should be to death.
Respectful.
A genius bows his head to the dead.
What is the emptiness and fullness meant to be?
Will full people live on. Scraping by on whatever happiness chance chooses to make them aware of?
Will empty people believe all belief and concept is empty? A form of solipsistic ignorance of both destiny and loved ones.
To become full and empty.
Reborn.
A genius lives to burn, burn out and be brought back to life again.
What is a genius? From the brain of a genius? Eyes that can see through fraud and deception. Including ones own.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 11:04 PM UTC
In Trump the idiot sees himself
a winner, strong and smart
making the intelligent cry
and destroying difficulties
with just a word—or a lie—or his fists
now no longer rejects or losers
affirming his beliefs of himself—
the blessed poor for his saviour is come
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC
You use me to let your frustrations out.
You use me to let your authority known.
You use me to fight battles you know you may lose.
I'm the pen, the greatest weapon you own.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
Beautiful, funny, smart
Who likes laughing, I love your smile
Who feels happy, you make me happy
Who wonders, I admire you
Beautiful, creative, amazing
Who loves to change hair color, clever
Who loves to paint, I love your artwork
Who loves to stay up talking to me
I’m thankful I met beautiful, funny, amazing, You.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
What is new?
My eye knows your view
And remembers your way
To talk and explain
To say how you are weak
I fell in that plan
When then I see
You, I forget
And listen to you again
I fell in that plan
As I forget everything
And remember any thing
Belongs to your smart
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
People say that I am smart
People say that I am beautiful
People say that I am funny
People say that I am happy-go-lucky
But am I really?
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC