Do not go to that private school,
It will affect your mental health,
While the education is full of wealth,
Do not put yourself on that shelf,
That shelf is isolated and docile,
Alone despite being surrounded,
A dumb decision to make as a fool,
Used as a tool to start up something new,
Faced with issues many refuse to acknowledge,
So many times I wanted to fall in,
Fall in a pit where i could weep for hours,
Only to be woken by the same sound of laughter,
Laughter at things that make me cringe,
So many times i reached out and wanted to give in,
A school prized on being safe for all,
All who shared the same skin color had a ball,
Being the pepper in the salt I stood out like a sore thumb,
Many thought the world moved past this,
But some cling on
TERMINATION
I never imagined that I’d be back at school
Retired from work, yet I’m no longer a kid
But all modern media has caught me out
That flicking and tapping makes me pout
For all the wrong reasons I’m off the grid
Some youths think a dumb phone is cool
I signed up for an evening new media class
You’d think there would be many like me
But the tutor could still be in her late teens
Pupils all young, one old, no in-betweens
But at least this course is offered for free
Although my techie competence is a farce
It’s start of the term in early September
I’m sticking out here like a sore thumb
I guess for these kids it is extra curricular
I want to learn to send texts in particular
And all this tech makes me look so dumb
But hope some of this stuff I will remember
You see I come from an older generation
Binary code and the odd punched card
Giant mainframes and spinning tapes
Regular backups, so nothing escapes
But which way to swipe for me is hard
Until that bright day I’m on probation
There's hustle and bustle
it may just be a fast food joint ,but
for now i can't hear anything
only the sound of his voice
i watch as he takes a sip from his straw
the wetness on his sultry lips drives me crazy
I want to kiss him right there, but
reality hits me like a sore thumb
too public, too many eyes and mouths tell
it's a low key situation that needs to stay low key
i hunger for him when apart
feel amazing when together
dam all these feelings
why does it have to be so complicated?
Trump Sticks Out Like Sore Thumb
Trump sure sticks out like a sore thumb;
Not only that he did appear to be dumb;
Was uncoordinated;
By everyone hated;
Even bit tongue when chewing his gum.
Jim Horn
You hold my life by the strings
You control me with those wooden planks
You think you're the almighty God
That gives lives meaning
By making and controlling their destinies
But you've tugged me left and right
Controlled my life in every way
If I manage to do something without your say
You think I turn into Pinocchio
With my nose growing with every breath I take
But look at you
Yours is 10 feet long
But you hide it so well
It doesn't stick out
Like a sore thumb
Then again who believes the person
Who can't even cry for help
I'm the puppet you're my master
You think you save me from disaster
With your wooden planks
What's the point in living life
If you can't learn from your mistakes?
You think you help me
But you're killing me from the inside out
Starting out with every word you speak
"You're not good enough"
"You're nothing without me"
And I believe you
I don't have a life
I'm a puppet
Connected by your strings
And I'm left in the dark
Until you pick up the planks
And play with me by your means
A picture’s worth a thousand words,
At least that’s what they say;
But sometimes truth’s revealed
That really takes your breath away.
Perhaps you never realized
That you have an extra chin;
Or that some yellow teeth appear
When you decide to grin.
A bald spot that you cannot see
‘Cause it’s behind your head
Is captured in a photograph,
Exposing how it’s spread.
A zit you thought quite indistinct
Sticks out like a sore thumb;
And all that graying hair laid bare’s
Enough to make you numb.
I’d rather hear a thousand words
And wish I’d never seen
The pictures that I saw today
On my computer screen!
Readers acknowledge first lines as vital
Nothing grabs attention like a snappy title
People dislike poems that do not rhyme
Criticizing writers for committing a “crime”
How I hate being hated for being me
Now I see, for I, is Kenneth to be
If I choose to inscribe in a passive voice
Then do I will, for it’s my choice
If I want to use a vulgar expression
I’d choose ass, to keep writing a profession
I may write in lines that are far stretched across the page, and stick out like a sore thumb
Or use terrible clichés because my filter is numb
I shall proofread if a feel and submit without
Errorz apparent, I’d never doubt
I’ll end abruptly if that’s what I like
And you my friend can take a hike
Life in 3 dimensional
Reach ouch
Touch
My face
Standing out
Like a sore thumb
Only in your view
I see it everyday
I walk by the same plant
Sitting on the kitchen table
Never really giving it much thought
But today as I was eating take-out
With that little plant sitting right there in front of me
I began to think more and more about it
And as I looked closer at the naturally green plant
I saw a single yellow leaf
Just there in the middle of all the green
Minding it's own business
But sticking out like a sore thumb
Sitting there, I just couldn't stop looking at it
It was bright and beautiful, yet in the wrong spot
I stared and stared at it,
Trying to fish out that thought I knew I was thinking
Then it hit me
If people could just be like that yellow leaf
Be different, stick out,
And not care what others think
Swim against the current
Wear polka dots when everyone else wears stripes
Be Santa Claus on Halloween
Where pajama's to school
If only people,
were more like that
one little
yellow leaf
Live
well endowed.
Stand up,
Be proud,
like you're floating
on a cloud.
When you whisper,
hush,
but whisper loud.
Stand out
like a sore thumb
in a crowd.
Dream vast.
Walk slow.
Run fast.
Kiss passionately.
Close your eyes and make it last.
Look straight ahead.
Leave the past in the past,
where it belongs;
in the lines of old-fashioned love songs...
Right your wrongs.
When you're sad,
cry.
When you fly,
fly high.
Try to touch the sky.
Say, "so long",
not "goodbye".
Throw snowballs in the snow.
Plant flowers and trees
and watch them grow.
Smile
at someone that you don't know.
Fight the power,
but go with the flow.
Catch some rays
on sunny days.
Share some sunshine,
and set the world ablaze...
Always remember to give praise,
even in your darkest hour,
you know the phrase,
"God works in mysterious ways".
Soon it will rain
and wash away all of your pain,
and only joy and peace and happiness
will remain.
Hush
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