"homeworks" poems
Large and wide
Deep and Cool
Filled with the purest water inside
It was our village's hallmark pool..
Stone lined walls on all sides
WIth steps going down to the water
And stones for washing clothes
Which also doubled for scrubbing our feet..
Live with fish and water snakes
Who were friends with us kids,
Frogs who would sing chorus during the rains
and ferns green and bright on the walls.
With overhanging trees on the banks
We came running and dived into the water
somersaulted and torpedoed
and swam in all fashions and styles...
Swimming and diving from the banks
We played "catch me if you can"
from the time we are back from schools
Till it is dark and when calls come from our homes.
With swollen finger tips
and red eyes, but
After the long swim and bath
Having dinner right away and
slipping into a good night's sleep...
Days where there were no TVs to watch
Days where there no homeworks to be done
Days where what mattered most were friends
Days which take us to the sweet childhood..
Gone is the pride of our village
there are no kids who play in the water
For there is no water in the pond
except for a few months during the rains
Kids are no longer kids
They have TV to watch
Phone and computers to play
Virtual friends to play with
Lucky we were
to have such beautiful childhoods
Such memorable friendships
Such adventurous rainy seasons
....
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
She suffered the situation.
Sleepless nights
Empty wallet
Unfinished food
Undone homeworks
Confused mind
Broken friendship
Unworthy decisions
Physical tiredness
Disturbed emotions
She thought of it all.
Asked herself how the hell did this happen?
How did I let this happen?
Of all the things
It is all unworthy
It all happened
It will never be back
Pushing the thoughts away
Changing herself day by day
Always telling herself
It is all unworthy
Thus, allowing herself to hate
Hate of doing those
Hate of believing those
Nonetheless, it all boils done to one
It is all unworthy
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
When I was younger, I wanted to grow older
I couldn't wait til I was taller
So I could finally ride the rollercoaster
Adults seemed like they were always right
Always the ones scolding, not putting up a fight
As if they had no problems and their burden was light
They had no projects & homeworks
No papers, theses & essays
No cramming, just relaxing
But as I grew older, I wanted to be younger
So I could get away from my boss
So all the paperworks would be lost
So I won't have to work just for so much cost
I miss my mom at night comforting me after a nightmare
I miss when we'd run around in underwear and no one would care
I miss eating grandma's cookies, and wishing I had more share
Those were the days with no responsibilities, full of carelessness
My biggest problem was choosing what color to use for my princess
Or what color I'd pick next for my braces
But growing up is inevitable
Just like how the sun rises and sets
Just like how we made careless mistakes
Just like how we had to learn the hard way
So while you're young, embrace it
Live every moment to the fullest
Make mistakes, take risks, never let an opportunity pass
Because life is too short for that
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
Long and endless nights,
Of blood, sweat, tears, and charcoal.
Melting into smile.
Haven't slept in days,
If I could I'm sure I would,
Cigarettes will do.
Paradox in hand,
I form an open window,
Illusive, by fLaw.
Golden lights are on,
Check. Chronic aches and pains. Check.
Perfectionism...
Check. Coffee is my blood,
A running joke amongst us slaves,
We might die without.
Humor's important
Now, because I'm already
Two-far and long-gone.
Far-along the shores
Of distant kingdoms wreckage.
Lost within again,
Shattered and washed up
Into mountains of peril,
And treasures turned dust,
Aftermath beheld
In retrospect, I should have,
Could have would have dones.
All within a shape.
I finish my drink and sit,
Dusty nose n ****
I want to give up,
Whispering Sith Professor,
Harks of homeworks past.
Birds in the distance,
Crickets lost within the night,
Still life in mid-flight.
Still life is my life,
Satan is the only way,
Jazz is close second.
Fellow holograms,
This is not an SOS,
This is a farmhouse.
…....
Jk, pls send help.
I fear if I keep going,
I may never stop.
I may not want to...
These are my last words before
I return to dust;
If anyone has
The heart to come and unwind,
Brains from my behind.
A cuppa tea, or,
A splotch of green to withhold
Things from coming apart,
If anyone wants
To comfort such who in
Nothingness departs,
I'm with Descartes,
In storms of bleeding hearts, a
Pupil of Fine Arts.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
*I think we ruin children by telling them
Crying is bad
When crying is being vulnerable
An expression of pain so natural
So they grow up to be ashamed of emotions
I think we ruin children by telling them
They have to become someone
When being themselves is already being someone
So they grow up wanting to be someone they are not
I think we ruin children by telling them
Disobeying the rules is inexcusable
When sometimes breaking the rules,
Is freeing one’s self from the expectations of others
So they grow up to feel insecure in the face of uncertainty
I think we ruin children by telling them
Monsters are supernatural creatures
When monsters can also take form in humans
Who exploit, manipulate and trample on others
So they grow up unable to confront even their own monsters
For how could something so unimaginable take form in themselves?
I think we ruin children by telling them
Punishment is discipline
Spanking, verbal fear to shut them up good and easy
When there is a thing called gentle discipline
One that requires less pain and more understanding
So they grow up to become aggressors
Believing they are heroes who save others from disorder
I think we ruin children by telling them
School is the best way to getting around life
Drowning in grades, homeworks and activities just to get by
When experience teaches far more important lessons
School can only teach in words
So they grow up to believing the good life is a tried
And tested pattern and there are no other ways to live
I think we ruin children by telling them
To avoid fears instead of confronting them
When the dark, cockroaches, dogs, can be overcome
So they treat fear as an enemy
Instead of being a friend, a lesson
One that teaches them to be braver, to be stronger
I think we ruin children by telling them
What you wear is what you are
Frills and laces for girls, ties and pants for boys
When anyone can wear just what the **** they want
Clothing is a choice in as much as who they want to be
So they grow up confined by what the crowd is wearing
Fearing any diversion would make them odd
I think we ruin children
By making them believe that success
Comes in fancy clothes, cars, a truckload of money
When happiness is the real mark of a well lived life
I think we ruin children
By telling them being alone is a shameful thing
When the key to understanding one’s self
Is through the painful yet productive solitude
That people so likely shame
So they grow up believing their happiness
Is in other people’s hands
I think we ruin children
By telling them outer strength is the real strength
When there are children who
Cannot lift their own chairs
But have the strongest, bravest hearts
Fighting their way into sad days
Like the heroes that they are
I think we ruin children mostly and importantly
By believing
That they are wrong
That they are too young to understand
When all the while
We could have been wrong
Age makes us not wiser
Just older
And so children lose their capacity to see things brightly
And the biggest chunk of the world’s dreamers are then silenced
By adults who never really believed in the magic of the world
As much as the kids do
So how do we ruin children, really?
By telling them being themselves
Is the least they could ever want
By telling children
That being who they are will never be right
*
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Spend your weekdays with assignment,
Homeworks,
Stress,
A bit of fun,
A time with your friends,
A time to stare at your crush,
Keep it real.
On Saturday morning,
Wake up in your bed,
No way you would get up early,
Have breakfast in bed,
Read some books,
Write something,
Go for morning walks,
Watch the sunset,
Make some time for a dinner with your parents,
Hang out with your friends.
Just give life a little meaning even if you're alone in it.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
Yesterday seems to have quietly slipped away
An ephemeral memory, always beyond grasp
Gliding towards the past, drifting further away
to a place where magic was real
Where toys were always broken
and homeworks always half-finished
Where judgements were mere words
and words had no meaning
All that's lingering are soupy snaps
Of those moments of perfection,
etched and frozen forever in my head
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
The freshness of youth
hits my face like sweet sea tides.
Wake up, girl! Just be younger today.
Your dying soul -- it is not rotten
yet.
We do not have summer nor winter,
girl, you decide your own season.
Eat well, sleep enough, brush your teeth, wash your hair, go to shower!
And clean laundry, honeybee, as important as cheery selfie.
Small thing by small thing,
I know you can do it.
Never again let your books cry at night, pretty.
Read them, all of them.
Go to school
to make friends.
Do your silly homeworks.
Don't listen to your teachers,
just read. Read your books,
read them, all of them.
Don't change major. You know where you
are
going to.
Small thing by
small thing. Easy! You are bigger than those
small things.
Your time being old is over,
daisy, now you may
be
young
forever.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
We should be taught more often we are wrong.
A figure behind the chair leans over the scripts of younger hands
rocking as we edit blotched letters dangling figs.
Homeworks describing the Viking day to day now reveal
flat soles on hard mud and the clarity of those lettuces you admired in the LRB
economical by the lb and ‘freshly efficient’.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss the blue uniform,
The oversized hoodies
And the black uniform shoes.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss sneaking in snacks in the bus,
And the food fights with my friends.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss the sports classes,
When we ran rounds together as punishments,
And made excuses to sit back.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss classes where we passed chits,
The times when we did last minute homeworks,
And covering up for your absence.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss you, my friend,
I miss your presence,
And all our times together.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
if only i was my old self
i didn’t need to worry much
just had homeworks and tests
thats all
the new me
the changed me
the messed up me
that now knows everything
loneliness
fear
trauma
and everything else
that changed the light into darkness
changed the happy me
the pure innocent me
the old me..
that was carefree
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
sometimes i just dont wanna get out of my bed
don't wanna brush my teeth and take a shower
dont wanna go to school and put up with some peoples ********
dont wanna take that bike and ride on
dont wanna do the homeworks that make no sense
dont wanna be ready or plan for the future ahead
but then theres this part of me
that lives in that yellow house
that makes me ,
that makes me want to get out of my bed early and say good morning
brush my teeth ,take a shower and put up with that crap
take my bike and ride slowly planning for the future
and write poems that will make no sense even the next day
sometimes............
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
I look outside the ***** window on the bus.
Everything goes so fast, and so slowly at the same time.
So much to do all the time. To make the reality better.
But since we work every second, we never see the simplicity of treausrues in the everyday.
Like how elegance a leaf is dancing silent, or how the sun light touch the leafs and it looks like gold.
No, we don't see that. We only see all we have to do. Homeworks, get a job, get a better house, travel and all that.
But take a second and just breathe. You are still alive.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
The Year has come to an end. No more time for laughter and fun for we must graduate and practice is ahead
There will be tears and maybe a laugh or two. Saying goodbye to those we once knew.
People we were friends with going to different schools. But we won't say goodbye. That would mean the end. We'll say See you later in hopes it really might come true.
There will be Yearbook signing and hugging our favorite teachers. Cleaning out our lockers laughing at the things we kept for no reason. Turning in late homeworks in hopes it's not too late.
This is the end of middle school but the beginning of a whole new life. We did the same thing for elementary and we'll do the same thing for college. Parting with thoses who helped us grow. And finding those who help us even more. Middle school was fun but I can't stay forever. It's time for me to grow my wings and Fly away into my new life.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC