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"schoolday" poems
My sister karen was a manhater she hated all men deliriously she would sit on the top of the bunkbed she shared with sue and with one finger curl her hair then pull it out by the roots it was quite disturbing she would spend hours every saturday doing this until she had almost no hair left the family worried for her During the week when I would come home from school (I think I was around 7 or 8) karen (being older and bigger) would run up to me kick me in the gut push me to the floor jump on top of me grab me by the ears and pound my head on the floor until my brains fell out this went on for several weeks until I told my parents and they finally put an end to it One night sue didn't want to get caught eating an apple in bed so she put the core in the toilet and it clogged it we (all four of us) were awakened in the middle of the night and had to line up so my mother could beat us with a belt until someone confessed I was tired so I said okay I did it I got a good belting that night I was suspended from school for a week because the teacher complained that the welts on my back were bleeding so profusely that lt was interrupting the learning process of the other children One day I was coming home from school and I got caught in a hailstorm I got pelted really good Lucky for me Mr. Doty was home for lunch so I took cover under his light blue ford f-series pick-up truck hail as big as golf ***** some the size of baseballs continued to rain down I don't know for how long because I fell asleep "What were you doing under there?" he questioned as he was shaking my arm awakening me (I quess he thought I was messing around or something) I came to and stated "THE GOLF ***** WERE FALLING I NEEDED A PLACE TO HIDE" "oh" he said "you mean to tell me you were in THAT?" "yessir" I replied "well, your schoolday's almost over, maybe you should go home and rest" "yessir" And I went home and rested When karen turned eighteen she married a wife beater for nearly ten years he would ugly 'er up finally she couldn't take anymore and divorced him But she was only following tradition my grandpa beat his wife my father beat his wife and al beat karen Yep, those three knew how to really take a beating But, not from a hailstorm
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Not From a Hailstorm
My sister karen was a manhater she hated all men deliriously she would sit on the top of the bunkbed she shared with sue and with one finger curl her hair then pull it out by the roots it was quite disturbing she would spend hours every saturday doing this until she had almost no hair left the family worried for her During the week when I would come home from school (I think I was around 7 or 8) karen (being older and bigger) would run up to me kick me in the gut push me to the floor jump on top of me grab me by the ears and pound my head on the floor until my brains fell out this went on for several weeks until I told my parents and they finally put an end to it One night sue didn't want to get caught eating an apple in bed so she put the core in the toilet and it clogged it we (all four of us) were awakened in the middle of the night and had to line up so my mother could beat us with a belt until someone confessed I was tired so I said okay I did it I got a good belting that night I was suspended from school for a week because the teacher complained that the welts on my back were bleeding so profusely that lt was interrupting the learning process of the other children One day I was coming home from school and I got caught in a hailstorm I got pelted really good Lucky for me Mr. Doty was home for lunch so I took cover under his light blue ford f-series pick-up truck hail as big as golf ***** some the size of baseballs continued to rain down I don't know for how long because I fell asleep "What were you doing under there?" he questioned as he was shaking my arm awakening me (I quess he thought I was messing around or something) I came to and stated "THE GOLF ***** WERE FALLING I NEEDED A PLACE TO HIDE" "oh" he said "you mean to tell me you were in THAT?" "yessir" I replied "well, your schoolday's almost over, maybe you should go home and rest" "yessir" And I went home and rested When karen turned eighteen she married a wife beater for nearly ten years he would ugly 'er up finally she couldn't take anymore and divorced him But she was only following tradition my grandpa beat his wife my father beat his wife and al beat karen Yep, those three knew how to really take a beating But, not from a hailstorm
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And when the day comes, when i cant write poems anymore when i always wanting to run away when i use my eyes most for something else than to see when i dismiss every party invitations when i reject every outings when i dont care what tomorrow will be like when people can find me nowhere but my room when music can no longer cure me when my bestfriend can no longer help me when i dont crave for green when i dont wait for schoolday when i pay attention to the breeze more than the community when black and white are the brightest hues to me when im no longer go to the school canteen when im just no longer between nadhirah yasmin ainnur ross and ainun at most of the time when i dont walk anymore and just wait to die when i just talk to god and nobody else when i dont tweet anymore when you cant see my post passing thru in instagram when i stop reblogging even though i used to attracted to tumblr so much when i just stop doing things i love the most when i stop try making myself happy when i just stop believing of life thats when i really realise i lose you
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
Someday
It's strange the things I remember I could never really put it down But it seems to make more sense Now that I'm required to remember Things I begged to forget I wanted to remember the bad And forget all about the good Hoping I could put it passed me And as my brain is an obedient servant I forgot all the good and kept the bad It's hard to see you any other way now I can't remember my first schoolday Just a few last ones But I can remember my first word It was "thank you" Although I meant to say "please" I can't remember the names Of my classmates from primary school But I remember that day we got lost I was 3 years old And how scared I was Just like that I can't remember How you made me feel But I remember what you said I can't remember what you meant But I can see the letters appearing before me
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Remember