Its hot in here, unusually hot. Hot, like someone who has a fever of over 100 degrees celcius. Warmer then a marsh mellow roasting over the torrid heat on a humid summer night. As sizzling as the steam coming off  the children who cant seem to call to mind anything on the test.
The hushed voices of  every student pleading for help.
The uncooperative teachers blind and deaf to the children's needs
the shatterd and crumbled kids
that would do anything to pass the class
the one soft-hearted smile of a sweet short tempered girl
that is loveliness on the outside but is demolished on the inside

That is what we call Highschool.
All are welcomed but few are accepted
swarming , rushing, pushing, shoving, climbing jumping,
anything you name it, but there will be few slumbering

The rules to pass are simple; or so they seem
you either make it or break it
but nothing in between

be kind, be strong, be agressive, but laid back
dont be smart, but dont be dumb, and always have fun
walk fast head down dont smile at anyone
wave your hand say hello and then you will be done.



**You May Come In

They say life imitates art, but what happens when art starts to imitate life?

We were taught at a young age to have someone to look up to.
                                    Role Models the called them.
But now at the age of 17 I recognize that kids are raising kids and the blind are just leading the blind.
                               What happened to our role models?  
Smiles are being replaced by broken hearts, and kids are beginning to think its okay to cry yourself to sleep every night.
                                          What is a role model?
Smiles, laughs, hugs, kisses! Smiles laughs, hugs, kisses.  Smiles laughs hugs kisses? Our laughs are being replaced by equations that we will maybe need to know to program our kids to smile laugh hug and kiss. This shouldn't be programmed into us it should just exist.
My neighbor. She's 13 and I havent seen her smile in a while. The kids at school think she's lucky and rich but little do they know she's been broken for a while.

Broken smile broken kiss brokenhearted and then a broken wrist. Its the way society is telling us to be.

At the age 9 I learned how to cook me and my family dinner. At age 11 i cooked all the dinners, but it was usually just me and  my brother at the table. We didn't try to understand what was happening because it was happening to all of our friends too, I said “hey its okay this is what families do.”
                                     Art isn't suppose to imitate life.
As I got older running from the cops became normal on Friday nights because there was simply no where to go.  When I turned 16 I was satisfied when my parents stopped asking me who I was going out with and where I would go . I was happy I thought they trusted me but I soon learned that if I told them who my friends were would they even know.

Things changing happening around me my body is stuck in pause but the world is in forwards.  My brother calling the Nanny mom, my mom firing the nanny, my mom quitting her job to be mom. Thats not mom thats the Nanny. where is my mom?
                                     Art is not suppose to imitate life.
Broken households, broken children your dad didn't get to come to your dance show. Working Working Working “i have to pay bills” working working working.
                         ** what happens when life stops imitating art?

the problem with this world is that
we are often told what we can not do than what we can do
we often mask who we are  to be something someone wants us to be
we hide from what we are capapble of to display what we have already acomplished

but that is not me
i was not the girl who drew hearts on her notebooks.
i was more the girl who knew she was destined for greatness
never the straight a student but always tried hard to achieve that a+
putting away the skeletons in my closest and opening the door to see the  beatiful human that i am trying to become

being a teenager is hard for everyone.
society has changed we have hard drive instead of a brain
we sit inside and memorize all these words on the lines that i will try our hardest to recall later on that sheet of paper.
but i am trying to expand my mind to not see in black and white but look and see the rainbow.
You see
the world is a beautifulplace  if you stop looking at your glass half empty, and look it as being filled. when its dark look for stars, and when it rains look for a rainbow. just look inside your self you will see you are experienced and capablale to things you are truly meant to be. this is not a poem to make you sad or ruin your day. Just someone telling you, you should be greatful. we all have purpose, and i know i cant realate to your greatest struggles which makes me wordless.

someone once told me  lifes a rollercoaster ande enjoy the ride, i truly hate that quote. because life is more like writting a book, the ending no ones choice but your own. school is not made for me, but i still go. do you understand what im saying, or still no?

ill put it in a way that better understand for those who dont want to expand their brains. WE ARE FORCED TO DO THINGS WE HATE BECAUSE IT WILL MAKE US GREAT. bill gates didnt finish highschool horray, but what he has that we dont is a brain, that sees the colors of all the rainbows  and uses it to paint. this is a poem to brighten up your day
I have question its not that simple. Would you rather be known for something mediocore or unknown one for one of the greatest things in the world genius book? You see more people would say they want to be famous, because they are lazy and shameless. That shouldnt be so
I started this poem and i didnt know what to write, I wanted to make people happy and take a step outside. the most beautiful things are not just what you see and feel, but the things that your brain has yet to revealed.

i watched this video on youtube that was a little boring, this guy told me there are 10 facts to succedding in this world.in this life. in this portal thats a creaton of lies. it made it seem like it was from a movie, reading lines, he himself didnt believe what he was saying.just getting paid from a corrupt system called the board of education. It confused me  i didnt know what i wanted to be, i thought  i was to late i missed the train to get into that good college...to succeed with those 10 facts he gave me. I finished watching and decided to write 10 of my own. 10 always keep your head up. for many of you have ever taken a train, and have missed that train you understand that with one comes another. 9 never compare your self to others. there will be someone with more and less than you.  there will always be someone who wants to be better than you. You are riding your bike and your seven years old and you say to all your friends "Hey look i can ride down this hill all on my own" theres that one boy who must be greater than your greatest achievement. so he climbs even higher and says "hey everyone i can ride down this hill all on my own too" and you look and you watch him and you get so sad so you say "hey look i can do it with out any knee pads" you were excited and ready to be better than him so you did it without thinking of the trouble you could get in.  when you were getting to the bottom you got nervous and you couldnt brake.  when you got off you saw the kid who still has his training wheels on from first grade. 8 never judge others by the way they appear. you are now 10 and you are going on the subway for the first time you see a mother and child and no daddy in sight. you see no shopping bags just tons of ragidy clothes, you assume they are poor with no home. you get off, so do they, at the same stop to be precise. you see the child run into his daddys hands and says "dad the marathon went great". 7 never follow but never lead





So dont get on that rollercoaster it ***** i swear, just start writting a book nd stay faithful

the poem starts righ now my poem has already started
I’ve had this rash for about 3 months now
and no matter how much cream i apply it never seems to go away
it seems to be right on my chest itch after itch
I’m attempting to scratch it away **** i made myself bleed

I wait for it to stop and when i think I’m done scratching it comes back
scrapping scuffing anything to get him away HIM
this boy that is my rash that i can’t seem to push away
wrapping himself around me with blankets of words that twist up my spine and spiral down my back
Him who i refer to as satan has wrapped me around his long soft cigarette smelling hand holding fist clenching tear wiping fingers HIM
who won’t go away after hours of rubbing
HIM
who is not like my other rashes because unlike my other rashes this one is on my chest and the heart is located on the chest and the other rashes were located in my head because i wanted them to be something they were not
HIM
him who i don’t want to be a rash anymore
him who i wanted to be a birthmark and never leave me
him who is with someone else
but the rash is scaring and no matter how much coco butter i apply its here
forever this rash will be apart of me even when i don’t have the appetite to feed into its hunger by scratching or ripping or tearing him
who i would give my worst days for him to have his best
him who i wish i could tell how i feel
but ill keep scratching itch after itch after itch
my rash

The Instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
and let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.

Let that page come out of me?
All that i inside of me is things i will never see
Things i will never know because I'm trapped inside this door
At school which is supposedly a place for education and growth

Fifteen and I've already spent half my life in school.
6 more years and maybe ill escape these doors.
Go back to the place where my family calls home
Or just run to a world that truly my own
But sometimes i feel i will be judged and told where to go

I'm a girl so I guess I can't do certain things
Like ride a motorcycle but I'll need to know how to clean
I'm fifteen and I have to decide my own career
all i want to do is party and forget about it next year

When I'm older I sometimes see myself behind the lends
Taking pictures of things that normal people experience
Not the preppy lifestyle or the expensive clothes
But the things that go on outside of your own world

The music I listen to no one knows
But thats fine because I'm one of a kind
I love all my friends
they are delightful i swear
but sometimes i feel like they cant relate

Poems are something I love to write
It's like expressing yourself on a different side
But people just hate and complain all the time
Of all the things they dont know how to rhyme,

Fifteen and I already hate so many things:
But, i guess
This is my page for English B

i can not force myself to complete a task I would prefer not to do
I do not have the force to succum the painful vibes that you give off
i cant force myself to accomplish something that would not better me
Just like how you
you can not mold something into my mind that has no need to be there
you can not create half witted, unintellegent, simple minded, rules on how to survive in this world
You can not create a student. A student is created when there heart, and mind, and soul, and body, and every ***** in them is commited to something. You can not forge a person into you. We are our own people. And when i do make it in this world
YOU will not be granted permession to take credit for what I have acomplished.

People ******* people. You can't walk out of someone's life and then unwillingly come back. Ignoring their feelings is wrong and ignorant. gloating how many "bodies" you have is highly unattractive, and extremley degrating.No girl wants a 16 year old boy whose slept with 6 girls.I'm just so annoyed with the overall value and attitude of guys.  At the end of the day all I ask is that people give people a reason to trust. It's such a ******* world and many are just looking for a way out

Please dont get mad if I dont open up to you. You have to understand that its a ******* world out there and im trying to learn how to trust.

Please dont be troubled when i dont trust you. Im not trying o mislead you or scare you off just making sure your intentions are superior to others.

Please dont get frightened when I tell you the things Ive done. This world gives me goosebumps when im alone after hours and right before dawn.

Please dont be disappointed when you see who I have become. Ive been spun out with demons for far too long.

Please dont be surprised when you realize ive given up. IT was hard to chase my dreams when everyone told me to walk and not run.

And please dont be the one to walk away when you become concious of what ive become. I know its hard to imagine all the things that i've done.

But instead..
please be the one to open your heart for a hug. Im tired and drained and just need some love.

please be the one to stop the rain and show the sun. Im tired of fighting a war ive never begun.

and please be the one that tells me its all worth it when its done. I need someone to say thank you to when i make it into the sun.

But you'll always be the one who i remember the most. If it wasnt for you i wouldnt have any hope.

The saddest thing is that every boy that I have ever opened up to or trusted has unintentionally taken a piece from me. And now Im slowly but surely a wreckage that passing cars slow down to stare at. Wondering when the rescue team will arrive and where they will even begin. It kills to feel more like  a possession than a person.
*-3am Thoughts by KP

No worries this wont be a poem about school, or someone I hate.
It will be about me
For once its about me

Where do i begin.
I like to consider life like a puzzle
we are all basically living in a bubble
I havent pieced together everything yet
but i think im almost there
with the help of the lords prayers

im 15 and im black
no one can outsmart me and thats a fact
i sound cocky yes i know do
but if you believe you are right then you never lose

Ive been called both a pessimist and an optimist
neither i beleive

It feels like I'm sitting in a steam room
Maybe because Lately my mind is being consumed
I feel as if I'm on a boat just waiting to dock
Or I'm the hands on the clock I never stop
Maybe if I slowed down and put the gears in place
I would maybe just maybe realize this will be okay

I'm casually realizing this actually something that is happening to me I'm not being given amnesty this is currently real and it's happening to me this is reality

But again I need to slow down this isn't a bad dream. This poem isn't ending and neither am I that's it for now I'll see you next time.

You can count all the things that make you miserable in the world
and still
all the things that make you happy are impossible to count.

-*pg

ive written over 8 poems this month.
im afraid to share every single one

nothings worse than being there for someeone
and no one being there for you

whats the difference between insanity and creativity?
or is there any difference at all?

its 2:15am and I am sitting alone in a dark room. And finally I am not thinking about you

We're just in love with the idea of being In love