John Monteblanco
Was I ever invited to your stupid little party?
No, I just stood here looking at the stars.
This became my holy grounds and I won't let you touch it!
I used to be the fragile type, but now I'm your type?
Don't try to pull me away from my beautiful sanctuary!
I'm in love with you yet I'm blinded by the way you act towards me and every other
man you look at.
This is why I write- to get the truth out and NEVER have to lie again!
I promised I wouldn't leave this place for a girl!
I made this promise way back in fourth grade...when I was too young to recognize the
beauty of a woman.
Inspired
I Shot My Teacher
Right in the back against the blackboard,
Ambling late into the class with my bag,
With a sullen outlook and a plan to nip the hag,
I settled in the back row looking upward,
With no emotion or whatever.
Even though, I didn’t mean to,
But, she made me a show
I didn’t regret what I did, you know.
Thundering, she cursed the day I was born,
Her tirade on why I came to learn in turn,
Elaborately lambasting milieu I found myself
And offing, blindly she effrontery disclaim
The dears parents that gave me life.
Although, these inflame not hatred toward her,
But, brought out in front of the gallery
And showed the affectionate letter
I scribbled to Valerie,
She broadcast while Val. Sobbed,
And all of their faces looked in jeer
While a recluse, I vision.
On this overdone for long and wide;
The loaded pistol of my pop would wrapped the vendetta
I revealed it out of the den
Wall-drope, where it always hide,
And put it in bookless Backpack,
The following day was school day,
On that gray day
I put it right through her back.
Asking the Attorney after
Couldn’t you keep me from the prison?
Mama please comfort me I'm your little child.
Please protect me from the dreams I have that are so wild.
Mama thanks for being there when I started first grade.
You were my comfort and stay and came to my aid.
Then there was middle school
You were always there, thanks for being so cool.
Jr. high came and went
without very much of a vent.
Then there was high school and college.
The period when I had ALL the knowledge.
A college grad. you were so proud.
I always could hear you bragging so loud.
Life has a way of passing by
And now mama you are the apple of my eye.
Although ageing you are beautiful still.
And day by day I know you are very real.
You need to spend more time with your little child.
And protect him from the dreams that are so real and wild.
And when you need me oh mama dear,
Know that your child will always be near.
On the cold wooden chair I sit,
Writing rhymes of youth.
The voice in the distance,
Pronounces me uncouth.
The ticks of the clock,
Taunt me shamelessly.
When will the bell screech,
I ask repeatedly.
Webs of mindless words,
Scrawled upon the board,
Kill the soul within,
As the others only hoard.
If only I could memorize,
All the superfluous lies.
The rose bed in the garden
Must be trimmed and wise.
The ants and the maggots,
Must all have their share at the end.
I must return to the soil,
Hail the gardener, the godsend!!
My eyes were filled with tears
I was missing my peers
I kept them as my dear
Because we were so near
My memories still are there
And I do really care
We had spent time on stair
While playing truth or dare
On evening ridden on our mare
Those days were like a flayer
My memories still are there
All have been pure and fair
In class we sat in pairs
Fun drawings were drawn and teared
That childhood is been now rare
My memories still are there
This all reminds me Something
That I own in myself everything
Good memories from my childhood
Are like a chest of treasure
Which always made me feel pleasure
How can we keep our past
And take our days back that are last
Life is been now so fast
All visions are now vast
This made me in a cast
All acts are been now hazed
Making me so amazed
Look innocence at first gaze
Having immature craze
See that is another faze
Look waves being so high
Which attracts you to get them buy
And get your dream car fly
To reach the stars up sky
Hey dear be pure don't shy
And never commit at lie
My garden is been now dry
See flowers are on to cry
Give hope to them lets try
And make ways of water to be pry
When I was younger,
I had good friends.
Friends that did not talk bad
about me or leave me out.
All my old friends went
to different schools.
Now I'm in high school,
and I have new friends.
They say they're my friends,
but it doesn't feel like it.
They all ingore me.
I feel invisible.
Even though some of my
old friends came back,
they also ingore me.
I feel invisible.
They make me feel
as if I am a stranger.
I wonder if my new friends
will ever really see me?
Ticking clock on the wall
Silence in the hall
No, the A-levels doesn’t frighten me,
Not at all.
Turning points in the Qing’s fall
Causes of the First World War
History doesn’t frighten me at all,
Not at all.
Price discrimination in the mall
A vertical LM curve standing tall
Economics doesn’t frighten me at all,
Not at all.
Don’t show me “F”s and “U”s
And listen for my scream
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.
I’ve got a magic pen
That I keep up my sleeve
I can write all the answers
Without even stopping to breathe.
The A-Levels doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all
The A-Levels doesn’t frighten me
At all.
P.S. I tried to make this sound confident on the surface but actually anxious. Is this working?