The darkness is all I see. I have given into the darkness.
My isolation is my defeat. My defiance is not me trying to be rude when I say this I get shunned. To be throned is to be above everyone else to be understood is to be put down.
My isolation is my defeat. My darkness understands my silence and my depression. We smile as if we are one. I am tired of smiling and laughing.
My isolation is my defeat. My darkness is part of me. My dreams are not what they may seem.
My isolation is my defeat. I am strong and brave for everyone else because I do not know anything else. stand up for thyself and get told not to backtalk shunned into the darkness once again.
My isolation is my defeat. Can I trust thyself? Stay quiet and don't backtalk to thy mother or father. Isn't that how a conversation works? stay strong for thy younger siblings. Be the one Thy friends come to when they have a problem but as I listen I realize thy friends would not listen back if I had a problem.
Isolation is my defeat.
Have fun playing baseball, hint number one
finish the season though you’ve never won.
Can’t win if you don’t play, work on point two
find the skills you need, then practice them too.
The count’s at three, try to pick the right clothes
Not too tight pants and zippers that will close.
Moving on to cleats with thought number four
be sure they fit, that’s what sizes are for.
And rule five: no cussing, use your tongue's brake,
backtalk, name-calling are habits to break.
Watch your temper, ideal number six -
you’re not that feisty cat which your dog sic’s.
As for step seven, it’s long overdue
learn from your mistakes, know what NOT to do.
Keep the dugout clean, we’ll call this clue eight
squelch farts, don’t throw up cause you over ate.
Tip nine; learn when to bunt and when to steal
It makes for more fun, but takes nerves of steel.
One more then done with these suggestions ten -
if you chew gum, spit your wad in the tin.
World Series fades, into new pastimes we buy
...Roll on, past baseball to a creed we can live by,
...Respect for others grants our ego fond goodbye.
October 22, 2022
I ask the fifth-grade students what the number one reason is
that people cannot keep their job?
Here are their guesses, given to me in a variety of ways:
cannot do the work
backtalk the boss
late every day
call in sick a lot
don’t understand the job
don’t know how to do the job
are lazy
have a frowning face
have a bad attitude
are grouchy
can’t read
can’t write
can’t add
Then I tell them they had great ideas, but the number one reason
people cannot keep their job is because they do not get along well with other
people, and they spread rumors or make trouble.
The trouble makers always start screeching and screaming at me.
I roll my eyes.
Thinking they might have a bit of a bump in their future career paths.
Don't give me that look
'cause you don't like what I just said
Start taking back all that stuff
every single thing your sticky fingers took
Don't give me no lip
what, you want me to crack your head
Go ahead playa, call my bluff
win yourself a two-week stay-in-the-house trip
All of your friends
got more sense than you
They know I ain't the one you can backtalk to
One day you'll learn
not to go poke the bear
Got yourself lit up, now you can't sit in a chair
If you wanna act like one of BeBe's kids
remember who you're facing when you sit
Until you man up and get your own digs
while you live here, I'm not having it
Gold and pure
Thick and rich
Why is this heart like honey?
Need a protection vest
For this cruel world
Hard for me to learn
Wanting everyone to be equal
Love everyone
Be a friend to everyone
This sentimental heart
Has no place in this world
Making treaties with enemies
Making friends with the lessors
Giving giving giving
This honeydrop heart
Stopped the insults
The backtalk
The gossip
The anger
But the world hasn't
Questioning this purity
Where did it come from?
To keep giving chance,
Even while I lay in pieces
This liquid golden heart
Prays for those who never think of me
Who want others to be happy
And stop their violence
But at least
This rich honey
Is always reliable,
To keep me moving
Even when the world stops
It's you again? I am surprised
To see you back so soon.
You said you had so much to do
And it is barely noon.
"Pies don't bake themselves," I've heard you say,
"And brooms don't groom a room.
Without a human hand to guide,
No duties they'll assume."
I sit patiently year after year,
Unassuming and admired,
Just waiting to engulf your rear
When you are truly tired.
You may think I am inanimate,
Unaware of my own charms,
But I know how much you're longing
Just to fall into my arms.
When you are truly weary
And have come to me for rest,
I'll welcome you, but until then
You haven't passed the test.
So get thee up now, grab that vac.
Shut the TV off and run.
I'll wait right here to ease your back
When all your chores are done.
By: Joyce 11/21/09
Written for Matt's "Speak Chair Speak contest.
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