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"fleen" poems
Dear underclassmen, You will learn so much. You’ll learn that when seniors tell you the main stairs are only for upperclassman they’re lying, that freshman Friday isn’t a thing, and elevator passes aren’t actually real. You’ll learn WWII started in 1939 and it was the bloodiest of them all. You’ll learn that sometimes, things don’t have to be ****** to be painful. Sometimes sterile wounds heal the slowest. High school will teach you to love with a vigor you didn't see coming and to hate with a passion you never saw possible, and you’ll find that after feeling them both so deeply, it sometimes becomes impossible to tell the difference between the two. You’ll learn about drugs- that they don’t always come in little ziplock bags or orange pill bottle. You’ll learn that often times, they don’t come in powder or pills at all- they come in words on a page or in blue eyes staring at you through wayfarer glasses that are so clouded you find yourself wondering how they can even see the world around them. You’ll find your drug- everyone does. You’ll know you’re addicted because to you, it's what keeps the earth spinning on its axis; it's what puts the stars in the sky; it's what you see when you hear the word love. You'll get addicted to something, and you’ll lose it, and you’ll move on. You’ll learn that things can change in the blink of an eye, which is just as fast as we are to post our emotions in 180 characters or less, just as fast as we are to scrutinize others for who they love, what they wear, and what they’re addicted to. Things change as fast as the speed of sound: 186,282 miles per second. I learned that in chemistry. I also learned that Fleen Dog wasn't kidding when he said if you lean in too close to a Bunsen burner your hair will catch on fire. I've learned that if you don’t stay in the inexhaustible realm of school dress code, you’re a delinquent, but if you wear hoodies everyday, you’re a scrub. If you don't, you're a try-hard. I've learn that for some reason the word try-hard is an insult. I've learned that stares can be so heavy you can physically feel the weight of their eyes pushing down on your back as they watch your every move, but more importantly I've learned that those stares only matter if you actually let them. You’ll learn that often times- there is no correct answer and sometimes you just have to choose what you believe is the most right option because it’s better to guess than to do nothing at all. You'll learn that even in science, not everything is black and white, that sometimes the best way to learn is by diving in head first, and if you feel your skull crash into the bottom of the pool, know that you will resurface.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
mesa-sebree
A spoken word poem
Dear underclassmen, You will learn so much. You’ll learn that when seniors tell you the main stairs are only for upperclassman they’re lying, that freshman Friday isn’t a thing, and elevator passes aren’t actually real. You’ll learn WWII started in 1939 and it was the bloodiest of them all. You’ll learn that sometimes, things don’t have to be ****** to be painful. Sometimes sterile wounds heal the slowest. High school will teach you to love with a vigor you didn't see coming and to hate with a passion you never saw possible, and you’ll find that after feeling them both so deeply, it sometimes becomes impossible to tell the difference between the two. You’ll learn about drugs- that they don’t always come in little ziplock bags or orange pill bottle. You’ll learn that often times, they don’t come in powder or pills at all- they come in words on a page or in blue eyes staring at you through wayfarer glasses that are so clouded you find yourself wondering how they can even see the world around them. You’ll find your drug- everyone does. You’ll know you’re addicted because to you, it's what keeps the earth spinning on its axis; it's what puts the stars in the sky; it's what you see when you hear the word love. You'll get addicted to something, and you’ll lose it, and you’ll move on. You’ll learn that things can change in the blink of an eye, which is just as fast as we are to post our emotions in 180 characters or less, just as fast as we are to scrutinize others for who they love, what they wear, and what they’re addicted to. Things change as fast as the speed of sound: 186,282 miles per second. I learned that in chemistry. I also learned that Fleen Dog wasn't kidding when he said if you lean in too close to a Bunsen burner your hair will catch on fire. I've learned that if you don’t stay in the inexhaustible realm of school dress code, you’re a delinquent, but if you wear hoodies everyday, you’re a scrub. If you don't, you're a try-hard. I've learn that for some reason the word try-hard is an insult. I've learned that stares can be so heavy you can physically feel the weight of their eyes pushing down on your back as they watch your every move, but more importantly I've learned that those stares only matter if you actually let them. You’ll learn that often times- there is no correct answer and sometimes you just have to choose what you believe is the most right option because it’s better to guess than to do nothing at all. You'll learn that even in science, not everything is black and white, that sometimes the best way to learn is by diving in head first, and if you feel your skull crash into the bottom of the pool, know that you will resurface.
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Broken Trust As his lips crack and break from the silence that speaks through, His eyes stare blankly into the sunset as though the warmth does not even meet his cheeks. Shattered tears race down his dotted white cheeks as if it was a never ending storm. Laughter has fleen from the sight of his gaze. Everything around him seems to appear cold and dead as if not even a single drop of life is left within him. His cries of hate and anger break the silent night as his demons sleep. Morning sun come and kiss my cheek, let me feel as if I am alive once more I beg Of thee. The silent pain dances across his skin as he writes his stories with a twist. Silver lining come and dance with me, Let the ashes of my sin escape my hollow shell of what I once was to be. For he as fallen into the unstrustowrthly lies of his demons, As he walks the halls believing he is the cause of the world's greatest disaster. What a man I am? What creature lies within my skin crawling deep within my soul? As though the mirror perceives the endless lies I wish to seek, I have lost what was given to me a long time ago. As if a soul could ever wish to live in a body as of mine. What purpose do I have as though my soul has seem to flown away with the storm. Shattered voices echo his mind as he stares off into the discriminating storm. For what night shall he be gone? Gone of this pain that has been brought upon him. He wishes to see no one else bring this burden upon themselves as though it was his fault that his world crashed. One day, One night, One morning they shall awake to him asleep in his bed, But this time he shall never wake to this broken home that he has set to live within. Forever he shall hear the lies of Broken Trust.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
alexander-wolf
Broken Trust
Broken Trust As his lips crack and break from the silence that speaks through, His eyes stare blankly into the sunset as though the warmth does not even meet his cheeks. Shattered tears race down his dotted white cheeks as if it was a never ending storm. Laughter has fleen from the sight of his gaze. Everything around him seems to appear cold and dead as if not even a single drop of life is left within him. His cries of hate and anger break the silent night as his demons sleep. Morning sun come and kiss my cheek, let me feel as if I am alive once more I beg Of thee. The silent pain dances across his skin as he writes his stories with a twist. Silver lining come and dance with me, Let the ashes of my sin escape my hollow shell of what I once was to be. For he as fallen into the unstrustowrthly lies of his demons, As he walks the halls believing he is the cause of the world's greatest disaster. What a man I am? What creature lies within my skin crawling deep within my soul? As though the mirror perceives the endless lies I wish to seek, I have lost what was given to me a long time ago. As if a soul could ever wish to live in a body as of mine. What purpose do I have as though my soul has seem to flown away with the storm. Shattered voices echo his mind as he stares off into the discriminating storm. For what night shall he be gone? Gone of this pain that has been brought upon him. He wishes to see no one else bring this burden upon themselves as though it was his fault that his world crashed. One day, One night, One morning they shall awake to him asleep in his bed, But this time he shall never wake to this broken home that he has set to live within. Forever he shall hear the lies of Broken Trust.
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