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Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011

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Nomen Global Style

Nomen global style, Nomen style 

1.  I’m in this school because I’m learning real English.
    I’m walking down the hallway and I’m speaking only English.
    Here comes my homey, and he‘s telling me some stuff in English.
     Yes, we rock! We know English

It’s a party here! We love our school activities on Mondays.
Party here! We get to have some rest from work on Sundays.
Party here! We listen, speak, and study grammar here.
Party here, it’s a party here!

Getting funky because we’re spunky, looking cool. We are looking cool. 
See us splashing. We’re looking smashing in the pool that is next to school.
With my English speaking friends right after school.
Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.

Chorus:  Hey, speak in English. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
               I want good English. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
2. Here comes a text because I feel my phone’s vibration.
    I hope it’s not my mom or King Abdullah’s administration.
    I want to check my Facebook or find some games to play,
    but I choose to put my phone away.

    It’s our final test. We now have to take our final test.
    Final test, and teacher tells us to do our best.
    It’s our final test. Teacher tells us we cannot cheat!
    But if I fail, I can repeat!

    And on Friday we’ll go to Subway or some show, Ethan should know.
    To the mountains or to some concert we will go. .  In ProVO.
    If I constantly use English, I will grow ow ow ow.

Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
Nomen style. Yep yep yep yep yep Nomen Global style.
Hey, no cheating!  Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Nomen Global style.
Hey, speak in English. Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, Nomen Global style.

3. Everyone is having so much fun. 
Baby baby come to school. Don’t be so dumb.
Everyone is having so much fun. 
Baby baby come to school. Don’t be so dumb.

Hey, speaking English, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, Nomen Global style.
Hey, speaking English, yep, yep, yep, yep,  yep, Nomen Global style.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Goodbye, Saint Joseph's School -- Elton John

*Sung to the tune of Elton John’s “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.”  Intended to be taken 

“When are you gonna grow up?
It is in jail you will land
You’ll have to stay after class
And I’ll be talking to your old man”

     “You know you can’t hold me forever
     The last school bus is now due
     You can’t rap my knuckles with your ruler now
     Stand in my way and I’ll just run through
     So nah, nah, nah…

     “So goodbye, St. Joseph’s School
     Where the ‘Sisters of Mercy’ were cruel
     The Catholic school’s finally closing
     The lunchroom’s stopped serving gruel

     “I’m taking that bus, might never get off
     Don’t want to face my Dad’s wrath
     Oh, I’ve finally decided to free myself
     And set out on my own path
     So nah, nah, nah…”

“How can you earn a living?
You can’t even spell your name
You’ll be required to take some remedial courses
And stop playing silly head games”

     “Maybe you’ll get a new convent
     I hear there’s some room in Brazil
     Students there might appreciate
     A no-nonsense sister with a voice shrill
     So nah, nah, nah…

     “So goodbye, St. Joseph’s School
     Where the ‘Sisters of Mercy’ were crude
     The altar boys have been set free
     The priests are no longer lewd

     “I’d like to stay, watch them raze it
     The site with torture imposed
     Where skeletons still hide in the closets
     Nevermore to be exposed
     So nah, nah, nah…”

*For John Heck’s “Dear John” contest.  
Those of us who attended St. Joseph’s just learned the school is being closed.  
Although a good education was provided, some students were beaten there repeatedly.  
I feel a good education was provided, but they went overboard with discipline.  

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2006

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School bully

She is slowly slipping away, 
She sees no point laying waiting to decay,
Tired of the names shes starting to beleive,
The thought of leaving for good gives her relief,
Shell do anything just to get the slightest peace,
Were ever she goes shes used as a punching bag,
Shes sick of it wants it to go away wanting payback,
She tried to get away with drugs but theres no impact,
She wants to paint a red mural at school hoping it add some abstract,
Ptsd takes over she is done with the flashback,
Feeling desprate She plans it out on a scatch pad,
She cant stop the heat from rising she gets mad,
She doesnt care shes maping out her ending,
Shes tired of everyone disrespecting,
They pushed her to this shes done pretending,
Theres no more heart left for mendind,
Theres a assembally today she knows theyll all be attending,
This is her idea of defending,
This time theyll be the ones accepting,
There they all seated like targets,
She says this is what you started,
Most of you watched did nothing to help your all the culprit,
She steps on stage the whole crowd bursts into laughter,
She said get ready this is a disaster,
She pulls out a gun blows of rounds,
One by one the students fall to the ground, 
Finally thetes no one left to make a sound,
Shes finally is set free she lets out a smile,
A happiness she hasnt felt in a while,
Shes on the news today shes the only survivor,
It all planned out they call her a fighter,

Copyright © Ashley Poole | Year Posted 2017

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I remember when we were growing up and the first day I started school.
I was nervous as could be, and then you walked in trying to be so cool.

As the year progressed we became very close, and you took me
under your wing, and I think thats what I admired about you the most.

I remember by the time we reached middle school people thought we were
related,and as I think back about how shy I was and how I am now just
makes me elated.

By the time we reached high school we did just about everything together,
and vowed that even after graduation no matter what we would remain friends

College came and we both knew that we would regret this day, for I knew 
you were the smarter one therefor I knew we would have to go our sererate

The years have past and time has been good to us. Both or us married, kids
our health, and our friendship still in tact is better than any amout of wealth.

People say time goes on and accept things for the way that they are,
but I'm here to tell you our friendship will never change, and I know
that in my heart because no matter what the distance we were friends
from the very start.

Copyright © Edward LaMarre | Year Posted 2008

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I Just Want My Life Back

Dedicated to everyone at Freedom Middle School
I love you guys with all my heart

The hallways are full of laughter, 
The friends are full of love
The good friends are playful,
Giving each other a little shove.
The classes were a bit of a challenge,
The tests more of a breeze
Studying was the hard part
But it put our minds at ease.
The drama was overrated
The fights were way too many
But the make-ups and break-ups made a difference
And made us think a plenty.
The teachers were our light
That got us to where we are
Even connections, useless as they seem to be,
Will help us go really far
The hearts were full of words unsaid
As we took our final steps
Outside the doors, into a new life
As we drew in our final, middle school breath.
The eyes were full of spilling tears
That cascaded down our cheeks
The sun was shining, so how could we
Be feeling so very bleak?
All of it is now a blur
I wish I could go back
And change everything that I had done
Just wipe it away to be packed.
But we can't change our mistakes in the past
And we can't relive our lives
As much as we wish we could return
To the place where our last tears together were cried.
The middle school years were the best
And we're sad to see them go
Especially those who didn't say a lot
Who didn't let their true love show.
We were alive when we were at school
Because we were with the people we loved
Our memories are the best token of that year
Even jokingly being shoved.
But now that all my friends are gone
Onto high school, seperate ones at that,
I'm still here, silently hoping
Wishing that I could go back.
But our time there was for the best,
And this has hit me with a hard SMACK!
I love everyone there, and now I have to say
I just want my life back.

Copyright © Kristen Wilson | Year Posted 2007

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Stand Up

Put down the guns, lay down the knives
We are losing too many of our young lives,
The violence that you’re watching on TV
That is what’s happening, it’s our reality.

The death count’s rising, what are we going to do?
The Police need your help if they are to help you;
Are we going to wait until it comes to our door?
Or are we going to stand up and say “no more!”

We’re living like prisoners locked behind bars
A false sense of security as we run to our cars,
This is not the way for our people to live
Something must be done, something’s got to give.

All day long a mother sits and moans
Another senseless killing hits too close to home,
Johnny’s in school you’d think he would be safe
But this too has become just another violent place.

Our justice system has failed us once again
A murderer is on the street, a family’s in pain,
Another clever lawyer has earned his pay day
The children are now afraid to go out and play.

We run the risk of losing an entire generation
While damning the future of this great nation,
We must all be ready to stand up and fight
Because what is happening is just not right.

© 2016 Donovan T. Turnquest

Copyright © Donovan Turnquest | Year Posted 2016

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SONG LYRICS: Made to fit with a song.

My words are always uttered
But never seem to sound
No one will listen
When I walk around town

I don't meet expectations
Society tunes me out
My frequency isn't normal
Radios can't hear it sound

For now I often speak
To hear my thoughts out loud
Therapy will not reconcile
A reject's incurable frowns.

Copyright © Trenton Moore | Year Posted 2015

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Broken Teenage Glory

This probably isn't very good but, I'm new, so........
And the verses are the same both times before and after the chorus. Criticism is encouraged and wanted, so please give me pointers if you feel like it. (Just please don't be unpleasant) thanks! 

We build bridges just to break them down
Fix our hearts, just to tear them out. 

It's so unhealthy 
But we don't care at all 

We know we're rejects
It makes us proud 

We spin so fast, and then we hit the ground 
It doesn't matter, cause we just  laugh it off 

And come tomorrow
Well do it all again 

You call us crazy 
But it never gets under our skin

We're invincible 
In our broken teenage glory 

We ripped out all the pages 
And wrote a mess of a story 

So we don't care 
About the whispers and the stares 

We're living life the way it ought to be 
While we still are young and free 

Copyright © Brendon Reddings | Year Posted 2016

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Why Are You Smart

They always ask
Why are you so smart?
But I'm not smart
I'm just wise
Which gives me the common sense I need to know when and not to speak
To know that I should do my homework as soon as I get home and to study with all the time I have to spare
To know I shouldn't waste my time with fools who will only give me burdens to bare
I am wise and I have enough common sense to know that I need to use it so I can be successful and make the right choices in life
On tests
And just before my death
I don't know who I will become in the future
But I know to search for my passion
And to never run away from it
I am not smart
But I know i am wise
So I will at least grow up with common sense
Just enough for me to make it somewhere 
And to help others get there
So you can call me smart
For being wise
But don't just say I'm smart
Because that's not what made my brain swell in the first place
It was what got me from there to here
Then to now
It was I within wise
Giving me this knowledge 
Situations I've been through
Everything that taught me to understand things
So I guess I am smart
But firstly wise
That's why I am smart

Copyright © harmony raymond | Year Posted 2016

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A Terrific Teacher

I am the custodian of brighter future
and the vanguard of a viable venture.
I take seekers on an alluring adventure.
Nature has given me the grace to nurture...
I am a terrific teacher.

I am the silent star that sleeps not at night,
the sun that make beautiful days bright...
I give sweet glow to the moon at twilight...
Lightening up the world is my greatest delight.
I am a terrific teacher.

I am always expected to do the miraculous:
students expect me to be gentle and generous...
rash parents sometimes tell me the ridiculous
yet my pay check makes nobody feel jealous.
I am a terrific teacher.

I inspire greatness and ignite creativity...
my words and thoughts instill integrity.
I see distinct ability in every disability
and spark the fire of academic alacrity. 
I am a terrific teacher. 

I preen with passion on priceless pages
to mend the minds where rot rages.
With love and life as my core languages...
I spur the spirit of compassionate sages.
I am a terrific teacher.

Beyond the grades scored in examinations...
beyond the goals of United Nations;
I provide real answers to unasked questions
and give hope to unborn generations.
I am a terrific teacher.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
(ya hoo)

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

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I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

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The Past is another Land

The past is another land,
not conjoined to future time,
but in memory or in books

People disagree with its interpretation,
for who's to say,
if, when

Dates are key to the historian,
and us too, in our memory of dusty rooms
in school

I see it now, the teacher's rushing hand with chalk
on board
telling us key dates

The boys were more interested in cricket scores,
and wistfully looked out of dusty rooms
at fields, now gone, in slender mists

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

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Who Am I?

Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.

Copyright © Deborah Zambo | Year Posted 2008

Details | Light Poetry |

Revised- Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle...

That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2010

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Bail Me Out Please One More Time

Well I was just trying to reach the other side
Couldn't swim 
So I tried to fly
But I lost my wings
And if you don't mind
Could you bail me out please
One more time?
Ten years old at the swimming hole
That ol rope swing took a part of my soul
Grabbed that rope but I couldn't let go
I fell off and broke my toe
They laughed at me when I was ten years old
Well I was just trying to reach the other side
Couldn't swim 
So I tried to fly
But I lost my wings
And if you don't mind
Could you bail me out this
One more time?
17 in my daddy's truck
A settin there working my courage up
She was bout to say yes when the sheriff pulled up 
It happened to me man of all the luck
Well I was just trying to reach the other side
Couldn't swim 
So I tried to fly
But I lost my wings
And if you don't mind
Could you bail me out maybe
One more time?
At 24 I was outta my mind
All strung out
And running blind
No place to go and in a four way bind 
I'd gone too far and crossed the line
Well I was just trying to reach the other side
Couldn't swim 
So I tried to fly
But I lost my wings
And if you don't mind
Could you bail me out just 
One more time?
When He called to me
I just couldn't let go
I thought I'd gone too far
And lost my soul
But He held on tight
Love made me whole
He bailed me out even when I couldn't let go
Well I was just trying to reach the other side
Couldn't swim 
So I tried to fly
But I lost my wings
And if you don't mind
Could you bail me out Lord
One more time?

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2016

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My 'Disability'

I'm not broken, 
dont look down on me,
dont push me around. 
dont laugh when I ask a question in class.
dont smirk when Im confused.
dont make faces at me when you think im not looking

I have as Aspergers. 

Did any one ever relize that 'Disability' is limiting in itself?
the prefex, Dis- it means not or no
the core is able meaning capable
then put together it is saying 
Not Able
Not capable
How do you think we feel,
when all we ever hear is your not able,
or you cant do it?

Then we add in Highschool to the mix.
The devil's playground.
A brewing pot of confusion
loads of people figureing out who they are.
Anger overflowing from arguments at home,
Sleep-deprived from fear of failing expectaions.
Now just to stir thigs up a bit,
Lets not give them coping skills,
and make it a social taboo to get help.

Im not a monster becuase I dont cry at the movies. 
Im not a killer because blood doesnt faze me. 
Im not mute becuase I dont want to talk to you.
Im not weak becuase I choose not to fight.
Im not deaf because I dont care about gossip.
Im not stupid becuase I dont waste my time on celeberties.
Im not a freak becuase I dont fit into your social groups.

Im just a 16 year old girl, 
that can feel lost in a world of unspoken expectations. 
Stumbling deaf in a spoken maze.

dont take a walk in my shoes,
because I dont want to be barefoot.
But some understanding would be nice.

Sometimes I need a hug, or a comforting glance, 
or maybe a few gentle words by chance.

Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2017

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Sense Or Sensibility

Joy and
What is this feeling I have never known
Inside me
Is someone prying
On all the feelings
I've been to afriad to show
Am I really in love
Or just to confused to think
It could all happen now
If I decided to blink
Sense or Sensibility
Which one do I choose
I guess it dosen't matter
Though I have everything to lose

Copyright © Jewell Bella | Year Posted 2015

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Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007

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Stay In School

Children of today,
Stay in school
That's the number one rule!

Obstacles come your way
Push them aside
And do not stray!

Education = success
Success= progress

So- children of today,
Stay in school
And do your best
Getting an education
Is your money nest!

Copyright © Bridgette Sellers-Wilcox | Year Posted 2005

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Things at first were a little complicated
You pulled through, stayed and you waited.
Nobody had ever tried that hard for me
Your love for me seemed like the Carribean Sea.
Later on I realised you were the right one for me.
You were exactly the perfect cup of tea.

And with your dashing eyes,
You were my one and only prize.
And that beautiful smile,
You see, I got mesmerized for a while.
And the way your laugh sounded, 
My heart - yes it poundeed. 

Your words, made me fall in love
Little did I know, you became my one true love.
I'd think about the whole day
Even when my days were a little grey.
But see, you made my day. Every day.
Even with a normal, simple hey.

Our texts never seemed to end
With you, my time I would always spend.
All the times you made me blush
No trust me, you weren't just a crush.
I really tried my best to make you stay
Suddenly it felt like you wanted to run away.

And so I asked what was wrong
" Nothing, " You would say all along. 
But I knew something was not right
Inside I was keeping all the fright.
The fright that you would leave
This feeling - only your love would relieve.

But things just kept getting worse
Everything was going in reverse.
I couldn't feel your love anymore
- Couldn't things just go back to how they were before?
Then came the day, you told the truth
Guess that this is just a part of youth.

You told me you didn't love me anymore
Right there my heart
- It openly tore.
I couldn't say it was the last thing I expected.
But I really never felt so rejected.
You were my bright, special star
But I guess ... Just really, really far.

And in the end, I'm left all alone
With my brittle heart of stone,
I'm doing better than I thought 
Because I know that for you I fought.
Fought for you and me,
Now, I just have to let it be..

Copyright © Sharon De Fazio | Year Posted 2016

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Work for it

Back to school
Not gonna mess around, act like a fool
Can't hit rewind 
Can't turn back time
So. Lets go

Start the first day on the right foot
Stop talking about XBOX and hit the books
There's no way I'm gonna fail
Man, that F turns me pail
Aiming for that A
Might not be there now,
but gonna get it the next day 

When was that mentioned?
Can I do my work there?
I aint falling behind this year

Mock week!
Time to prove that I've
been revising like a freak
Hit that pen with paper
Not a second later
There's no maybe or might
Worked for that A day and night

Results day!
Wonder what that
envelop is gonna say

Main course down
Time for desert 
If I see an F, thats gonna hurt

ICT and RE
The only grades I see
is those A's I deserve

History and Geography
Wonder what it's gonna be
AB or BA

Now I'm fully charged
and ready to go

Whats Product Design gonna show?
Looks like I've jumped over the bar
Forget the sky being the limit
I'm on the moon
Now I can tackle the world with a BOOM!

For those who worked for it

Copyright © Mohammed Azim | Year Posted 2015

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The Place I Wanna Be

Remember the time that we used to see,
All the things that we thought we could be,
The dreams which once felt too bright,
Yet the sun came without the light,
The winter rain,
Falling from the heaven,
Wished the time to seize,
When we were eleven,
The age we barely know,
 Yet we feel it in the winter snow,
The moments keep flashing in front of me,
Because I know it’s not the place I want to be,
Rather a place I thought I’d like,
Yet the pain was unbearable the first time it strike,
The moon too is hiding from its shadow,
Like a bird alone singing in the meadow,
With no one noticing,
No one hearing,
But living in the world which has lost its caring,
Saw a boy playing with stones,
He must be five or seven,
Then I thought of us being eleven,
No worry for tomorrow,
No Brocken hearts,
No falling in love,
No failing charts,
Then came a voice,
Screaming from the sky,
‘Life’s hard, life’s dumb, but at the end it all die’,
Childhood is the place I want to be,
It’s the simple truth,
That no one see,
People act so wise,
They pretend what they can never be,
Yet I want to go back when I was eleven,
And spend some time,
Living in the world,
Which is thousand miles away,
Because there’s no way,
I could stay,
Ladder on ladder,
Step by step,
When we were in prep,
The rain came without the clouds,
I wondered a lot how that could be,
With all the things bestowed upon me,
Yet I want to be eleven again,
Wish I could walk again to that lane,
Lane which was so simple to cross,
Now it’s difficult,
It can’t be decided with a toss,
I remember that time,
That we used to see,
All those places that we want to be,
Those toffee cravings,
Those toys rack,
Those fantasies,
I wish,
To them I could go back.

Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2015

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Gerkey's Jerky

There's a teacher named Gerkey. He sells lots of jerky. If you won't pay, he'll send you away, and you won't get jerky form Gerkey.

Copyright © Ryan Vaterlaus | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside

Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside

Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)

Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

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                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2008