"sch" poems
whats going to happen to me-
now that the sky is falling
can't see the forest for the trees-
now that the sky is falling
you thought I was strange,
you never knew my name,
you perverted the game,
ain't no more zombies-
now that the sky is falling
everbody believes-
now that the sky is falling
you laghed when they harassed,
you didn't help when I gasped,
you joined in when they kicked-
my a**
words of the prophet writen on the school's wall-
now that the sky is in free fall...
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Your name is beautiful.
Your name is so ******* beautiful,
and I want to cry.
Something about the z,
or perhaps the sch
that makes me think of
hurricanes and daisies.
It's all dreams now;
tornado pastures amidst
raindrops
s(h)ifting like a fog
where the light is thin.
But you don't live here anymore.
Your bed is empty and
the sheets lie neatly.
And when your air conditioner kicks on
the air it breathes
no longer smells of you.
I think I'll sneak in through your window
to sleep in your bed
beside the soft pillowed impression
of the memory of you.
The sand lies thin on
the carpeted floor;
acrylic-painted seashells
for housing hermit *****
rest beside the television
empty.
Within the walls
hallucinations of your voice
and on the keys of the piano
the indentations of your fingers.
The hammers are broken.
Still your melody plays.
But you don't live here anymore.
At 2 a.m. I wipe the condensation
from your window pane
and shine the flashlight into your eyes--
just my reflection in the glass.
My fingerprints are fresher than yours
and where my feet fall
the dust from your shoes will be late to meet.
I think I'll lie naked between your sheets
so maybe the mattress will remember
that you felt different than I do.
Your name is beautiful.
Something about the phr,
or the nia...
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC
xiv.
The heat is
heavy and a
gold,
though different from wha
t
I learned in high sch
ool.
I stopped sleeping
with the lights
on. I stopped wa
king up to a smooth,
even sleepiness. I
stopped admiring sunrises.
In high school
there were girls and only girls.
An all girls school
wasn't that much
extraordinary. A
lot of
people don't un
de
rstand, bo
ys were not practical un
til
you want u
s pregnant.
I wish we started being extinct,
right here and
now. I wish we
started earlier. I
wish
we
'd start at all.
Back then
I drew a lot.
I wrote some
things I can't
write anymore, nev
er ever
ever
ever
ever
ever
ever
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
Far away from the world
Their is a better afterlife
Sometyms i wonder
wht wud lyf hv been over der
A true state of being happy
Ignoring all the doubts n the pressures
it's being loved by whom u luv
A peaceful life
Attaining sch a life
Wud be a blessed one
With a new beginning
And new people
No minset, no conclusions
Follow what ur heart says
i dreamt of such a life
n m still dreaming of it
Bcz the reality is far away from it
N it cud never be near to this dream
What if i want it to be
People dn't
A carefree world is better than a one which kills u everyday
I really wish it cud be like i want it
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Mausam bsh aate jata h
Kbhi khusiyon ki bahaar lata h
to kabhi aanshuon ka sehelab
Kbhi mithi si muskaan
To kbhi udasiyon ka toofan
Jo saari khusiyon ko apne saath bha kr le jata h
Mausam to bsh bdlne ka naam hota h
Wo kbhi v smaan nhi rhta
Qki esh jagat ka ek maatr sch h bdlaao
Chahe wo bdlaao mausam ka ** waqt ka ** haalat ka ** taqdeer ka ** ya fir khudh insaan ka
Jese sardi k waqt kmbl ki garmi ka jarurat hota h
pr garmi K waqt wo jarurat bdl jata h
Tik wese hi insaano k mijaj m bdlaao aata h or unki soch m v
Jo waqt K saath nhi bdlte wo piche hi rh jaate h
Kehene ka arth bsh etna h badlaao zindagi ka mull aadhar h
Or mausam v usse pre nhi h
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
school
schoo
scho
sch
sc
s
sh
sho
shoo
shoot
shoot m
shoot me
this used to be how i felt but it really doesnt apply anymore because things are changing. i love the people im around lately. ridding the negative people from my life is the best decision i have made in a long while
if you feel this way, do something. no one deserves to feel stuck
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Hai pratigya yh
Ki bdlaao h Lana
Sachchae ka hme h saath nibhana
Sach k khatir apno ka v saath chor jana
Hr paapiyo ko h hme sabak sikhana
Gunaho ko jhr s h mitana
Apne desh ki raksha k khatir
Khudh k jaan ko v daao pe lagana
Hai pratigya h
Sch ka h saath nibhana
Hr archano ko hra k bsh aage bdhte jana
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 12:46 PM UTC
beginning with the circle, for there are three,
in an "abstract" sense of staging the Δ, i.e.:
Ω
Υ O alternatively:
o υ
ω
thus in deed... (macron as omega, in greek acute
accent on upsilon to extract omega, or the p(oo)l sound..
acute on the omicron?
gives you upsilon... omega = macron
on the omicron)...
however the Σ (totality) of this observation?
how many s esses are there, orthodoxically speaking?
s, ś, ß (a german grapheme, variant of the roman æ,
æsc, sszett - albeit the latter invoking consonants,
the former? volwels),
the greek will now provide the aesthetic twins:
σ, ς (whereby the latter, created the french
ç, which is another form of s... e.g.
in the word waiter: garçon) -
the final s form? akin to ß... but the germans
would write it as -sch-,
east germans say it when writing ich...
in english the compound is -sh-
sharp...
in slavic it's: either -sz- a variant of
the english -sh-, or with a caron, e.g. š...
like the car-manufacturer: škoda... which, when said
in adverts... omits the diacritical mark.
how many "satans" can you see? count:
s, ś, ß, σ, ς, ç, (-sh- / -sz- /) š:
eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben...
you can site that seven headed hydra in the book of
revelation... right about now.
oh sure... let's go crazy, put an extra head on the beast:
the cyrillic ш... some sort of rigid omega, or worse still...
an uptight double-"u".... it's a V, a ******* V, a double V!
qui? qui? wee? wee? it's a soft-v!
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
I'm not dead. I'm just not living yet, and that's scary, 'init? The peeps, beeps, bops, and sch-loops of life gnaw at my head, warning me that silence is unattainable, and noise is everywhere.
When I was young, I tried to be the loudest thing in my environment, tried to scream louder then the muffled yelling downstairs, tried to cry till my face became a distorted mess, and tears come easier than a smile.
When I was young, I wanted to be anyone else, to run away, to hide from it all, I wasn't content with my sub-par, if even that, lot in life...
Now, I cry my heart out, and leave my lungs to rest, my whole body has become that distorted mess, my smile is so easy, it discards the tears, till I'm left alone with my fears. The yelling is clearer, for it was always me, fighting with...
Myself.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC