Without Allegiance War Defeats Itself
Thousand Oaks California hate speech and hate crime
In passenger seat of crime as war
"Do you want my ex change"
Driving away from store front
Attempt of beauty in cowardly defeat from racist feminine face of propaganda.
In America
As American
What was not your families crime in creation of you
Identify yourself formally
Thus production as matter in universal law prevents how?
Unfinished student a financial crime of origin.
Jericho's Ballad in Walls waits for stencil?
Courageous hatred waits in your god given talents
None of the guys
ever asked me out
they teased me
or just froze me out
I wasn’t stuck up
I was shy
I came from China
that is why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
or even where I should begin
there wasn’t much that I could say
I never talked much anyway..
so I sat there
and read
I was an incredibly
epic fail
To all the guys
who called me names
that tagged my locker
and tried to shame me
I wasn’t snooty
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that’s the why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
that let a new girl fit in
I’d never even used the Internet
I was as lost-in sauce as a girl gets..
so I sat there
and read
Which eventually
got me into Yale.
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Songs for this:
Conversation by X-Cetra
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Human Behaviour by Björk
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*A poem from 9th grade (2019)
** We’d moved back stateside from China so I could have a ‘normal’ high school.
*** I just added the last two lines
My sky
Sadia Sultana shoshi
My sky, let me whisper
Into thy ears to tell,
How I saw losing myself
How I jumped and I fell.
If you hear,tell thy clouds
Tell them to rain,
To hide my tears,hide my story
To hide the raw stain.
If you hear,tell thy sun
Under him I'm all alone,
If he cries through your eyes
Please hide what I've begun.
If you ask, why I share
I got no answer neither help,
If you wanna go,you are unbounded
But those whispers, keep to yourself.
i think that even if i were to change,
nothing else would
i think there will always be something
wrong with me
no matter how normal i look
why should anyone recognize me anyway? my bright pink hair
doesn’t make me less dull
i try to ignore the laughs, the stares, the outward thoughts of people thinking,
“what a weird *!”
i really cannot blame them;
i think the same thing
do these people really not care what anyone thinks of them?
perhaps i am strange in the way that my brain allows me to
still think with individuality
i want to go home where everyone tells me they hate my stupid hair instead of
just staring at me until i figure it out
Taunted by luxury, a life of ease.
I struggled to utter the words, “sir, please”?
I’d become distraught by my circumstance.
I saw no way alone; I could advance.
I knew the time in my life had now come,
To lose my ego, ask help from someone.
With all my money, I’d still have to ask,
Or accept my failure at this one task.
With money and self my only allies,
Having no solution was a surprise.
Sometimes our dreams may require another,
Like a friend, stranger, sister, or brother.
With my deepest desire, I long to teach.
Without another, it’s out of my reach.
there was once a boy named dylan and dylan was insecure, then comes along a girl he thinks will be the cure. he showers her with praise, she gives a little back too but little does dylan know she’ll leave him feeling blue. now dylan had been affection deprived and his health declined, he’d try to talk to her but she wouldn’t even bat an eye. so eventually she’s been given enough praise and she’s done with dylan, time to move onto the next guy and become this story’s villain. dylan was left with guilt he thought it was his fault you see, he thought that the relationship was truly meant to be. now dylan’s health declined and he almost set his soul free, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it because he had grown too weak. now dylan has his friends, but amongst them he is lonesome, he has became completely numb and has hardly even grown from the same boy i spoke of at the start of this story. that boy is me and i don’t say that with much glory, i hope this finds the right people who will read and understand, hopefully my story will continue to expand.
How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
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Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
(a throwback poem from High school)
I'm the most popular girl in my homeroom.
Of course, that's my own bedroom -
cause we're on COVID lockdown, zoom.
My bedroom is the math class, which doubles as the gym,
it triples as the theater - you should see the shows I'm in.
They're only in my mirror, so my cats get free admission.
My sudden popularity's due, to a matter of attrition.
If I play my cards right, I can probably be prom queen
I'll hold the ceremony in the garden, so the travesty goes unseen.
Hearts in Heaven Bangladesh's Cry: A Linking Pin Sonnet
The sky held screams—screams torn through burning blue,
Blue smoke descended where small footsteps grew.
Grew bright young dreams in uniforms so white,
White pages turned with innocence and light.
Light left the room when iron wings struck ground,
Ground broke in silence, swallowing every sound.
Sound echoed loud through broken bricks and flame,
Flame touched the walls, but couldn't touch each name.
Name after name, now whispered into prayer—
Prayer rising slowly through shattered, smokey air.
Air still with grief, yet winds of hope will sing—
Sing songs of peace, though tragedy may sting.
Sting not their souls, O Lord, who now shall fly—
Fly safe in You, above the weeping sky.
(c) USA Goodwill Ambassador, Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights reserved, August 4, 2025.
Teach them how to discern and learn,
Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn.
Teaching them just content, they learn it your way.
Teach them the process of learning today,
You give them a lifetime of learning every day.
In chambers of the mind, we store each day,
Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy.
What matters most will never fade away.
The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray,
First bicycle, first book, beloved toy
In chambers of the mind, we store each day.
Not facts alone, but how they came to stay:
The teacher's smile, the moment of deploy
What matters most will never fade away.
Through neural corridors, memories replay,
Some bright as copper, some we can't employ.
In chambers of the mind, we store each day.
The brain selects what's worthy of display:
Love, laughter, fear, emotions that employ
What matters most will never fade away.
So when we teach, we must find ways to weigh
Not just content, but context to enjoy.
In chambers of the mind, we store each day,
What matters most will never fade away.
When I’m not tapped into a music stream.
I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.
But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
sexual frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures
So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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Right Now by The Creatures
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
Autumn leaves
fall slow
a child's questions
left hanging
in digital silence.
My fingers trace
letters that will not
hold still
b becomes d
was becomes saw
help becomes
nothing.
The maple outside
my bedroom window
drops one red leaf,
then another,
marking time
the old way.
Mom's phone buzzes:
Car arriving in 3 minutes
Pizza en route
Package delivered.
But no alert sounds
for the moment
understanding
slips away
from me.
No GPS tracks
the distance
between
what I know
and what
I need to know
to keep up
with Sarah, Asha
and Ahmed
and everyone else
who makes reading
look easy.
The tree empties
itself
of summer.
My note
book
empties
itself
of answers
I cannot find.
Both of us wait
for spring,
for someone
to notice
the silence
growing
inside me
in all this
bright, connected
noise.
I love a long holiday and as a general rule
you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool
cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool.
Closing my eyes I lazily daydream
listening to my favorite music stream
umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams.
I’ve put away polemic school assignments
for leisure and tastier desultory refinements
like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis
and the barely there cool of a string bikini.
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Songs for this:
Digging your scene by Ivy
The Big Sky (Special Single Mix) by Kate Bush
Can't Be Like This Forever by The Moving Stills
Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?
Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.
Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
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Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
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slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked
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