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I haven't slept the past two days. But that's okay.
I like to cry. You know I don't like daylight anyway.
Our talk about the weather and the schoolday show that we care.
Like a sound I didn't notice.
Until it stopped and left me there.
All the cars in parking lots of bars I know. Nice shoes on the floor.
Remind me of you a month ago.
I see your truck still parked outside the front door.
It's all on the table.
We could be perfect-But I's 1 AM: Just me awake. I'm writing in bed.
I was thinking. And if you were a color baby you'd be RED.
Firecrackers on the sidewalk
Passion.Power.Smoke.Fire.
Red is the shadow that bleeds from the sun.
And the dark is probably jealous of you.
Becasue even on Sunday, Red is never Blue.
Always/Faster/Forever/After
I haven't slept the past four days. But thats okay. I hope you never lie.
Counting on our future, you know how I felt anyway.
Nervous and anxious. It really counts htis time.
Let our hatred and affection march in a straight line.
It'll all be fine right?-But it's 3 AM: Just me awake. Still Writing in bed.
And even though it's easy, I love you when you're RED.
Later on, cold in night, when everyone's gone.
When RED is tired and needing rest.
Rest Assured I saved you the best.
Youy're the only one I've ever seen.
When we kiss you know what I mean.
If we get home and fires no longer burn.
What will you do?
As your RED fades away, and you think that happened so fast.
I'll stay. Take your time.
i'll love you after your RED is all washed away.
She sits quietly by her window each and everyday
She watches the big, yellow bus pass her house and she begins to pray
She carries on throughout the day feeing joy and feeling pain,
She longs to gaze upon a caring face and share a smile maybe an embrace
She dears to dream of the things she wants to pursue
But in her countless failed attempts and fiery malevolence she wonders what to do
If only she could show them, if only they could hear
Jane would break her bubble of fear and show them she's here
Although, sadly for little Jane; she's too delicate for this harsh and bitter earth.
They'd outcast her and taunt her of the things she isn't worth
Because to the eyes of the ordinary Jane would be a freak
They'd rip her soul to shreds and throw her to the curb before she'd even speak
For in the eyes of people like you and I, Jane is our angel from the sky
She's a reminder with golden wings that perches in our hearts until the day we die
She'll be known for her eternal skin battle and enclosed life that she suffered through, but
wished to rule
But this is the true and wicked reason why little Jane can't go to school.
By: Anais Pouladi
There she stands, just three feet tall
Today of all days she looks so small,
Wearing new shoes and sparkling white socks
She goes to pick up her pink lunch box
Then we put on coats and head out of the door
It's hard to believe that she is now four,
As we walk down the road, she laughs and sings
Not knowing how it pulls my heart strings
Starting to run when she sees the gates
She calls "hurry mummy, don't want to be late!".
She enters the room with 'the very nice lady'
A big girl now, not my little baby,
I turn to leave tears burning my eyes
From her words "love you mummy" on saying our goodbyes,
Back through the gates with a long walk home
Long because now she's not here, I'm alone
For four years now we've spent each day together
I wish in my heart, it could be that way forever
But I recognise that is against all the rules
For today, is my daughters' first day at school.
copyright Janette Fisher 1989
This poem was written 23 years ago when my oldest daughter Elizabeth went to school
They never leave me alone
I wish it was over
Argh! Why?!?
EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!
My mind is spinning...
I'm dazed by the lights....
Ooh lunch!
Doo-doo-do-do-dooo (Band)
Oh, great here we go again!
Blah, Blah, Blah.
Ha-ha sure make fun of me!
Bumps on the road....stupid old bus!
"Hey bro!"
"Hey gramma...."
I hear my tunes.....
I sleep...waitin' for tomorrow...
Another day of pain.........................
...to be locked in as their teasing puppet....
unloved and unwanted
ev'ry day of my life
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I did something stupid 2 years ago now it haunts me thru my peers....................
Homework
Homework, hon
says my mom
all day all night
all week long
Science,
Geography,
two hours gone.
Math,
history,
four hours gone.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
round and round the clock.
Homework, hon
says my mom
all day all night
all week long.
English,
chemistry,
six hours gone.
Spelling,
astronomy,
eight hours gone.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
round and round the clock.
Homework, hon
says my mom
all day all night
all week long.
Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday,
Saturday too.
All day all night
all week all month
all year long.
Homework, hon
says my mom.
Form:
It's so mundane,
To follow this world so insane.
The longevity of this generation,
So precocious yet filled with agitation.
No compassion.
Only compromise.
With subtle superficial lobbyist,
Enhancing their look of integrity.
If only someone could overcome their
adversity.
And fight the pretentious villains.
To spring spontaneity upon them.
And end their rancorous way.
One day all the disdain will wash away.
Intrepid novices,
Prudent with the ability of empathy.
While all of this is just a hypothesis,
I believe jubilation is in reach.
I think you should know,
One day I'll abbreviate this speech.
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