School Violence
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i was asked to write something to describe who i am,
i am that person that sits in the back of the class the type to never be heard or seen,
i am the person to have very few close friends,
Let schools be schools again
Let the parents not weep as they drive away from carline
Let the teachers not turn their bodies to shields
Let the children live past nine years.
well so you think its fine at whatever time of day
to just speak your mind about whatever you want to say
oh come on there now aint no way
oh wow how cliche
of course you just go and speak your mind
We've fought since the beginning of time.
We've fought for the very land we live on.
We've fought for our freedoms.
We've sent our sons, daughters, husbands and wives
Uprooted and broken,
No way to fix it,
Buried under the screams,
Everyone’s hiding desperately,
Nobody should have to go to school and worry if they will see their mommas face again. They shouldn’t have to worry, “is this a drill or am I going to die?”.
At seven years old, we learned how to spell
At seven years old, we learned how to hide
In 2012, my brother was born
In 2012, Sandy Hook happened without my knowledge
Perhaps as kids, we should've noticed
if (when) my school goes on lockdown, i want to be prepared
because today we had a false alarm
and all i could do was sit and stare at the door
with trembling fingers, i texted my mom
You been landmark is not a mistake
But their act makes it look like it is
It is one of the rough road you have to follow
Success doesn’t come easily
And the road to success are not smooth
Why Am I Not Good Enough? Great, you woke up. Well;1. Take a shower, you don’t want to smell.2.
Why Am I Not Good Enough? Great, you woke up. Well;1. Take a shower, you don’t want to smell.2.
Walls of Glass
By: Ashton Brophy They said I could hide it
Said I would never feel a thing
Said that there’d be comfort
No hurt, no pain
Let I be the thorn and you the rose,
Each time I prick someone we grow close.
Neither you are eternal nor I,
Each pricked finger is a witness that you are mine.
Many an insect may hover round you,
School can truly hurt
Every day can be bad
Risking an attack
I
Normal Talking
Quiet discussion waiting for the bell
Homeward Bound
II
A bell
Alarm
I hate walking through the hallway every day
I hate hearing what other people have to say
When your friend is only two feet away
There is no need to scream the whole way
Pow pow pow the gun sounded
We can stopped in amazement, it was very slim, shiny and well-rounded
4 miles away
I felt the oxygen leave your lungs
I heard you beg for oxygen while you laid on the cracked pavement
One shot was all it took for them to shatter my mentality
School has always been my escape.
I entered school and all my troubles were left behind.
But my fear overcomes me.
I cower with every sound that fills my ears
And I remember the news and all the tears.
When I was a freshman in high school , there was all types of groups. There was the cool kids ,athletes , kids that thought they can play , trouble makers ,then kids that were smart and played sports but kept there space ,I kept my space.
कलम के सिफारिश थी ,चला था नवोदय शब्द बखान करने नवोदय की मोहब्बत थी उसे शुक्रिया-सलाम करने,लिखते लिखते जैसे में कही जड़ गया मेरे शब्दों का इम्तेहान कठिन पड़ गया में निकला तो था दूरी मापने को,पर आज ये आसमान कम पड़ गया @Pankaj Chourey Navodaya Jnv Ho
Oh America the great ,
I hope it is not too late
To say this to you
Please don't sue
but I've come to sate
We need you oh America the Great
For our greatness is overshadowing our humanity.
Before I die
I'll learn to rise
High in the sky
Where the Angels fly.
I'll be bright
But never in sight
Thoughts and Prayers
My thoughts and prayers are not enough.
I think about how I wanted to start this poem by quoting
Bad Guy With a Gun
We have been studying Hamlet, but now I am sitting in a classroom with twenty five seniors
in the dark.
She was taken
When she was needed the most
Her pure innocence
Shattered
And only by words
The girl
Was all alone
She cried inside
And hid behind
Her tears that
Blinded her
Teacher: I am teacher.
Student: I am student.
Teacher: Good morning students I am your teacher.
Student: You were my teacher. I was meant to trust you.
Both: But you are less than what I thought of you.
Ever had a true friend that always saysTry to make some new friends,Just so they can raise new ways
to get some appraise from a different face.You're just as insignificant as the empty space
Mommy I’m scared, am I going to have wrinkles like that lady when I grow up,
she shushes me and apologizes to the old woman, no darling she says as
she pushes me out the door.
I hear shots after shots, I go run in fear.
I know someone is in my school, I don't feel safe here.
I came to school today wanting to feel safe,
We sit in silence.
The shuffle of books tearing at my ears,
Pages ripping, then fading into a miscalculated toss.
Creaking door hinged open,
An invitation into our minds.
Hi, I'm writing this to you in blue pen,
I don't like blue pen because it bends around the page,
Informal like sweat pants and oversized hoodies,
When I wake up early in the morning. It's most horrible moment, which is so hurting. When I wear school uniform It's most horrible moment when I am said to go to hell by my mom.
ACADEMIC TESTS
Oh these tests,
Superflous academic tests.
No time to prepare
For entrance tests.
All around my high school, there are terrible things to see
We've has so many lockdowns, it's almost a part of the scheduel
All around my high school, there are terrible things to see
All power means
Is Pointless Oppression Without Even Respect
I am powerless
But that’s what makes my actions powerful
quick breath
sharp pain
blank eyes
go away
let me be
set me free
save me from
this misery
take my hand
hold me close
i promise i
won’t ever let go
You are the through which we laugh
You are the one through which we learn
The ups and Downs that we face
You solve them all in a good pace.
Listen closley head my words
for what you know is not the world
the world is better greater than this
what we've done shall'nt be dissmissed
The lion hold the gun then ends himself
We belong if we wear our masks,
We belong if we act like we arent stuck in the body we are in,
We belong but only if we hide our flasks,
We belong if we tell everybody where we have been,
The wind shrilled through her hair
making it flow like waves on a undisturbed beach.
Somehow synchronizing our steps
we walked.
We left no trace of where we were going
‘cause we didn’t want to be found.
I am a person that stands up for what he believes and you
should know that I am someone that you can't decieve.
In all my life I always tried to avoid a fight
and to me thats always been alright.
Last November,
We all got the call,
From our school,
To warn us all.
Last November someone wrote:
"I'm going to shoot the school up on Friday".
No one believed it to be a joke.
Why
Why this, why now?
You’re so in love, but you can’t have
What you love.
He loves someone else, but you love him.
Thankyou for teaching me
Teaching me biology
Teaching me literarature
Teaching me history
Teaching me math
But most importantly for teaching me reality
A time of trouble
A time without peace
A time when children cry, screech
Bangs ring out
In schools and war grounds alike
Students sob, wail, scream
All of which fall
On deaf ears
Elaine Jane,
Born to poor dropouts, yet still had a brain.
Might not swing hammer, still moved from Alabama,
Almost killed by a school shooter manna’
A memory, a call,
of times lost long ago.
Of laughter that will always fall
that day not long ago.
We missed the sign
that could have changed
this rhyme to better times,
Please don't shoot me mister, I'm just a fat little kid.
I shouldn't have to die today for something you did.
Mom says "take the trash out", Dad, "feed the dog".
Do you need it?
Do you need the capability to take a life?
Does the life on the other end of the gun have less value than yours?
Do you need to allow your anger to result in the pulling of a lethal trigger?
Pain stained red
Gained with lead
Bullet wounds
Gunpowder
Sounded louder
Than the silence
In most sense
Is more sore
Silent
Violent
Lightening pain
Blood struck
Amidst the brashness of the rain,
And the vultures screeching in vain,
I heard a little chirp,
Acting in usurp.
It’s sickening.
Makes me want to vomit.
Makes me wonder what this Earth wants
And why everyone’s on it.
2018 was supposed to be
The year I graduate,
Now it’s 124 lost,
no more we can cost.
We need to teach the youth about respect,
not give them neglect.
The fear is rising,
it should be minimizing.
The school should teach,
Columbine, Parkland,
Boston Races;
So many lost, too many faces.
How long must this last?
We must end this epidemic fast!
'But how', they ask,
'Impossible!', they say.
Eros, son of Ares and Aphrodite
With shattered bow, and broken hearts in tow
Weeping, among the silence,
Of once beating hearts,
No longer enchanted by love’s arrows.
War plagued that day,
Number one: When you walk through the doors on the first day of your freshman year, don't get too excited. Before you know it this place and these people will rip you apart and leave your remains scattered about the school grounds.
One text.
One reply.
Two texts.
Two replies.
Three texts.
No replies.
No response;
which was so unorthodox.
I thought this was so uncool,
to be in school.
To the 17 children in Florida, your life continues on
To the 20 children and 6 teachers in connecticut, we wont forget you
To the families of these children and adults, my arms are forever open
Note: This poem is not based off real people or events, any resemblance is completely coincidental.
Tomorrow is Thursday
I’ll be remembered, in my own way.
I pray that everyone will be at peace
I pray that hate will decrease and love will increase
I pray that there will be peace and that everyone will get a piece
I pray that war and crime may cease
Step one: High five
Step two: Lock the thumbs
Step three: Slide hands so they're facing each other
Step four: Make a two fingered gun
Step five: Bang
Your artistic views and intelligence would render...
a part of me that made you more than a class member
Hall way confrontation was slightly embarrassing
None of you really see you.
You don't even need me.
Am I just a joke to you, or do you just not care?
Maybe I'm a little different.
Maybe I'm not like you.
All you ever do is push me around.
Have you gotten to know?
Life wants you to be low
In order for you to be high
and have no cause to cry.
Just take note
Your life is like a boat
at the middle of a sea
Several things you do not know about me. People make the assumption that because I have brown hair and dark eyes, that I am basic.Indeed, I am.I collect keys and snow globes, but I hide them when my friends come around.I wear my heart on my sleeve
Everyday we walk through the boulevards of life sore footed.
I and my infant friends scavenge with dogs, digging deep into
rubble with our hands covered with crimson badana.
"How now brown cow?"
Is what I would've said, about now,
But within this past year
I over came my fear.
Expression
to say what one's inner self wants
without always having to say
One day, Sara and I
we played in the sunshine, her eyes sparkling and wide.
We sat on the grass
to watch the ants march by.
One by one
under the midsummer sky.
We lay on the dirt
Im a ghost in a river of the living
Their minds are corrupt with the need
To be perfect
To fit in among the rest, to uphold their
Social standings
And to reach the highest rank of the
America once a place of dreams
The world that was once a place of peace
Now has violence on every street
There is no place to run and hide
From all the darkness and all the lies
Bloody horror still resides
For me it was gold
But for them its dirt
The way they treat
The way they speak
But whatever it is
I doesnt really fit
They came along
That wasnt too long
Both singing a song
The Beowulf in me would be like my battle against depression,Always caving for love when I barely got any affection,Always wishing for supporting hands when I barely had any protection,Wishing for better grades but my study time I was neglectin
It is very dark inside
Sadness came and covered my eyes
She covers my teary eyes, and muted my ugly cries
Whenever I tried to fight back, she told be "Hush, dear"
Wandering in the forest
A broken antler deer
I come home in despair
To a world that doesn’t care
I open my laptop to a world that does
And shop.
The words that you spoke are now flowing in the wind.They sing to my heart and are deep in my skin.The words that were unspoken are now lost, we both must pay the cost.You are the sun and I am the moon, we fit together, the perfect two. See your t
A little girl or boy, an innocent child of barely any age.You had a life ahead of you, some would be police officers, some would be nurses,Some would be musicians, and others teachers.Your life was taken, taken away.
under the cage under my life tell me do you bleed like me I
know we're different but why don't you bleed don't you have a soul
body or are you just skin and bone wishing for a life
January 22nd.
La Loche, Saskatchewan. A little town in Canada's province.
We were all over the news. False information and stupid media.
"School shooting, 5 dead and 8 injured"
i love myself
not knowing what love is
to have and have not seems like shoestring in knots
apair of shoes
one or two
is in shambles
not knowing feelings are hurt
Sandy Hook
The day of December 14, 2012
Parents sendin kids to schol with kisses
Lunch boxes fill the many classroom shelves
Filled with words from mom folded up with blis
School,
The memories are
Coming back.
I remember
A place where
No one cut
Me slack.
I remeber
School.
The place where
Everyone and no one
Wanted to be.
They whisper loud
They whisper proud
They know I hear,
....
They know i hear them loud and clear
It's the words they say
These words they say they ruin every day
I beg and pray
There’s an underbelly of this school
Not where the cool kids rule
I’m starting to think they run the place
Like some all powerful alien race
Some represent a pool of sludge
I blame it on their hideous pudge
Matthew Guerra
I am the next best,
Setter for Volleyball,
but what makes me different,
what defines me,
there alot of thing that define but defintely not my looks,
people may have the same talents,'
I am me.
I am crazy.
I am quiet.
I am loud.
I am not popular.
I am content.
I am me.
I am my playlist.
I am my grades.
I am small mind.
I am a great mind.
Her choice seems clear as day,
But no one can really see.
That the choice that changed everything,
it didn’t belong to her.
Tears silently follow,
she sits on the floor.
Grasping at the cold tiles, broken to the core.
Mommy, Daddy, please don't be sad and please don't cry
I'm alive and I'm happy; in my new home in the sky
We're running and playing; there's so much space
Mommy and Daddy HEAVEN really is a beautiful place
(For all the victims of sexual harassment)
Their names were many,
Their faces were multiple.
I simply called them “fearful”,
They simply called me “easy”.
"Sticks and stones, may break your bones, but words can never hurt you."
I for one, would love to say that statement- is a load of bullshit.
A promise you made to me, to be your friend.
You told me you will be here until the very end.
Lies!
Chuckling, laughing, pushing, punching my face!
you place the blades to your wrist again,
the blood begins to pool,
you think your family will never be whole
and you wittness oppression at school.
but you only want someone to see,
Dismal, per the echoes of the thoughts’ ringing, not singing, blaring in my ear just what I need to perceive to remain resilient.
On December 14th, I was born. Fourteen years later, one tragic event happened this same day, which was the shooting at Sandy Hook. This event terrorized many people. When I thought about it, all I wanted to know was is the shooter in jail?
Jesus walks with in me day by day
When I show them the real me they say it's not okay
They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
At first, life was beautiful,
At first, life seemed hopeful,
At first, life was bright,
At first, the worst Boy felt was childish fright,
But then came puberty and with it, confusion,
i see him
memorys scream at me
i choke
i choke
what if i could
forget my sense of sight
and only hear the words
of students passing by
i would never see light
Trying to invent myself.
I'll juggle it all and make all the right choices.
I'm overwhelmed.
Like a cloud stretching to cover the entire Earth.
It reminds me that I am small.
Laughter
A silent haunting
Creeping in the subconscious minds of the mourning
Days pass without the fight to shower
Burdening freedom
To not disturb the dreams of ponies
They see in heaven
Skies dull where they once where full of life, light had shown through those clouds just months ago.
I walk through the hallway
just trying to make my way
without any mistakes
trying to avoid the fakes.
I see my friends, one on the left, one on the right
but for some reason i still have a fright.
I.
I am in my drama classroom.
I sit on a stool in front of my peers
And I think
I ask them
“If I was a teacher, do you think
Anyone would take me seriously?”
I get a mixed bunch of answers
A voice, wanting to be heard,
A song, waiting to be sung,
A head, remaining unlifted,
A body, unwilling to be strong.
A mind, that is still wondering,
"When can I no longer be silent?"
Write once with no love,
would be like brathing without you,
write once my love,
when there is no sound in your voice.
Should I tell you what I want?
Why would I let you know,
As i woke up for the day
I wanted everyone to go away
Anyway its a Monday
worse day of the week
Give in to the nrom,
What's the harm in that?
A good little robot
Trained to think like them.
Not for me.
I'm breaking out, a runaway,
Trying to be who I really am.
The road will be harsh,
I've been surrounded by people,
who've greatly impacted my life.
"Great", such a terriible word.
Its nature is a double-edged sword.
For one who conquers the world,
whether to spread love or unleash hate
you thought this time
it would go by the book again
it almost always does
you know the one
it's my own edition
maybe
but its always the same story
or it was supposed to be
somenights i dream about killing you,
somenights i dream about kissing you
but - every morning i wake up breathless -
and alone
I never even knew you existed until you were gone
We were all surprised
When outside the sun continued to rise and shine
A reminder that time just keeps moving
As if everything is fine.
Even if it clearly is not fine.
And I'm still thinking why. . . Why did god chose me for this struggle on my journey
Who am I, why does my appearance gives the right to judge me.
She rules with an iron fist, but such grace and bliss
Yet among the shadows she remains
For her subjecs yet do not know
That their fair lady is among their mass
With beauty and kindness that will never pass
Elementary school was wrose than you could possibly imagine.
The wrost experience of my life,
if I was ever depressed in my short life,
Then I was depressed in Elementary school.
A stone wall where a face should be,
Any emotion is fleeting,
But behind is a heart that pumps out the red sea.
And still the system begins repeating,
The cold appearance,
The dead eyes,
The souls of the many
Were taken to the gates that day
That day where a deranged boy decided to kill
Looking out the window sill
You don’t see their souls being carried up to the clouds
But they are
Their backs are watching, creeping behind you to find that you've got a knife stuck in the back. they laugh at you thinking I was the one who struck, the darkness conceals them like the black plague concealed the British.
It is dangerous to underestimate the value of this life.
It is dangerous to belittle the opportunities to overcome strife.
Life is fragile.
When it is lost, it is hard to know how to respond.
Sit down.
Or maybe you should move away from the door.
Listen to your professor.
Or maybe you should send out once last text to your family members letting them now the news.
One plus one equals two, two plus two equals four, and four plus four equals eight.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O-
BANG!
I would like to be an Angel
So I could watch over you
Poor Sobbing Girl
Crouching with your hand
clinching your heart
The cell phone
about to fall out of your hand
Day in, day out
We hear harsh words
We get rejected
We get shot down
We get made fun of
But you know what we don't do?
We don't hurt other people.
A woman has a right
A man has a right
Look in a mirror and all you will see Is yourself staring back at me. From the dark in your heart to the blonde in your hair It’s very clear you’re not going anywhere.
I don't need your anger or your hate.
I don't need your rampant misogyny.
I don't need any of that. None of us do.
Those people didn't need it either.
Lives cut short on a savage whim.
There are worse things than not talking
You can say something wrong you're stupid leave
I came in like a wrecking ball
Do you see me now?
I jump from buildings for fun
Do you see me now?
She was just seven years old.
The story of her life had never been told.
She had plans and dreams.
She was more than she seemed
And her tears did stream
As she silently screamed
Everyday I walk through crowds of killers.
The pungent smell of hate burns my nose.
Their cruel jokes murder my poor ears.
You are so hatefull to eachother.
you build me up just to tear me down
Society's pressure like a car in a compound
Society maneuvers around things
Things they don't wanna discuss
But rappers can talk about thug life and rolling up
Gliding through the hallwaysSurrounded by people I don’t knowShoulders touching, voices collidingAnd I thinkHow is this any differentThan a place where the condemned goA residence for the convicts
Dealing with the constant pressure and total authority.
I can't even learn right from wrong or do my best
Cause everything is based on a standardized test
The earth’s crust cracks
The hot lava deep from inside writhes in aching pain,
Striving for a release
My face crumbles in agony as I see the cruelty rein on
My heart beats strong
'Get home safely' is what they told me,
As I ventured without even knowing.
I sought to conquer, I sought to have power.
I sought everything I would ever desire.
However, in a world like ours nothing is promised.
There's nothing like entering a school campus early in the morning
Only a few cars are there, so one can get a front row spot
Have you ever walked into an English teachers classroom?
If you have nothing nice
To say,
Then say nothing at all.
Silence is golden
When you
Need to be small.
Do not rock the boat
Too much,
Or everyone will fall.
I use to take it lightly,
when you pushed me down and I couldnt get up.
You dont like it when your dad screams
or when he hits your mom because he is angry.
I thought you were just a mean person
Cleveland is the city for shooting,stabbing and killing we also have the academic appealing to do better than where we grew up to show the government we didn't mess up some wish for a better life but continue to fight and hurt others mentally em
Child, tell me your dreams,
tell me of your aspirations...
BANG...BANG BANG...too late...
Taking pictures half naked
Smoking and drinkin to try and forget your father left
Breaking your mothers heart for getting suspended from school for being half baked
I remember everything you did for me.
I remember when we met in 9th grade.I still remember the prank you played on me you see,
What’s up with these kids in schools
Why do they think it’s ok
To run around toting guns
And slaying in the hallways
What makes them think they’ve got the right
To take someone’s life
Yesterday we were five years old, counting down the tick tocksfrom the standard-issue black clocks until recess timewithout a single thought of the outside world. As we ran
Speeches on the news,
Articles in the paper,
Flags at half mast,
America has been wounded.
Little Angles
A Tribute to the Fallen Children of Sandy Hook
Twenty six innocent victims were taken that day-Many of them children,Whose lives were cut
There was an angry student standing in our mist,
We wished he would just stop,
Instead of scaring us a lot.
The gun was pointed,
And poised to shoot,
Look into the dark
The light is sure to come
The pedestal is so high
Yet you feel so low
Their bark is worse
Than their bite
So leave your mark
Let them know where your from
She tried lipstick for the first time—
Mommy’s lipstick, red smeared from ear to ear.
Her grin—those six tiny freckles she inherited from you—
those teeth, with the gap, you keep saying should have braces
As she walks through the halls
the whispers get louder
she's listening
her tear drops glistening
your telling her she's not good enough
some say she's not hood enough
she's debating
Trying so hard to change your mind
To show you all things get better with time.
You can make it through this
I know you can
Your greatest weakness only shows when you stop believing in yourself.
Tis the common law of nature
that the petals become faded
Ephemeral as every thing is
one's hopes once tall grow jaded.
You too, who were so--you
immortality came belated
it's like a battle feild out here
stray bullets everywhere
but its like there all aimed at me
i dont understand why
the silly thing about it is
they expect me to fall
they want me to give up
As I walk down the halls in the prison known as school
I see the clown kissing the cheer queen
I see the Bull pushing the next Einstein down the hollowed stairs
I see the Brick walls creating corners of the prison cells
“You don’t know everything Ms. Johnson!”
“I know everything that goes on in my classroom!”
“Oh you do!?!?! You know all about your students?
Do you know what they deal with outside of these four walls? I don’t think so!”
Stepping through superficial doors, regardless of time. blurred souls without a face, falling into place like soldiers in a line. People put together on society's assembly line, homegrown clones brought to fruition by the ideals of another mind.
I am not a monster
I am not a ghoul
I am not the man who makes the rule
I am a child
Your own baby
The smiles I gave you and the dreams you gave me
I am the boy
I am the girl
There are students screaming and laughing too. They're making fun of me, the usual. I cry so hard but no one hears me, the teachers see me but come no where near me.
I thought of what I could've done, To prove to them their words, were not my number one. I thought about it day and night, For the words they said to me had gave me such a fright.
Control is what you taught me, was that your intention.
You always told me when where what and how to do it.
Measured by how much I remember not by what I thinking, am I allowed to mention?
The place where your mind goes is way off this earth .The cycles of negativity surronded by you is the norm like photosynthesis is for plants.
education in my mind is just a bullshit way to categorize people into differant groups just because schooles claime to teach the students new things it doesent meen that the students are actually learning.
Do you not see it,
all the pain in his eyes?
He's bleeding and hurt.
You just turn your head away
and keep teaching the lesson.
They know what it is,
the reason why you don't care.
What is something you can't say to your teacher?
Is it a thing or an action?
A place or person?
A problem or an obstacle?
A struggle or problem?
To tell you the truth we can tell all of this
People cry over things that are said and seen.
Adults think we will get over it cause we're teens.
They think just saying something will stop us.
They think setting up rules will keep their trust.
What is a bully?
Where do they come from?
What do they do?
And what do they eat?
You see that girl with the funny walk?
That's me.
You see that other girl?
There it goes again.
Another fist to their jaws,
Another bomb to their world
That you promised was bombsheltered.
They’re sick and tired
Of being tired and sick.
Yet you’ve done nothing
No, I'm not bigger
No, I'm not stronger
You can tell that by first glance
I can't run from you
I can't hide from you
I don't even stand a chance
I haven't got much,
Mr. Teacher is grumpy,
He's short and a little stumpy.
In class a boy gets up to find a familiar face,
But Mr. Teacher commands him back to his place.
As the year goes on the boy still gets up,
You see, through my words,
I wasn't born into this world a pauper.
I wasn't raised by monks, but by priests.
They taught me everything but one thing
How the world is.
When you open your mouth, I dream of throwing a show at your face.
When you speak, I see you falling off a building.
Your red hair looks like a bird's nest in the firery pits of Hell.
Is all you care about is your health ?
If you're healthy, then we are?
Is it because im black you think im dumb?
Voice Unheard
Voice Unseen
Person of visibility
No longer seen
Invisible
Walks halls
Walks streets
Day after day
Still Unseen
Invisible
Voice of crys
REMEMBERANCE: A Lament of the Children
.........................................................................
Forget not those that are lost,
store in memory all those gone away
There are so many things I want to tell you
I was the quiet one in class who did all of his work
But you still gave me the bad grades because I did not talk throughout your class
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same.
…
Tears streaming down his face
He reaches for the belt in his closet.
He looks up at his ceiling fan.
“Will it hold me?”
No.
He reaches for the open razorblade on his wardrobe.
I know that they are there
They know that I am here
But what did I do?
I look up... Big mistake
Eye contact has been made.
They are coming. Faster
and faster.
You yell at me and I stare, I don't know what to do.
I know what I want to say, but the message won't go through.
The words are stuck in my throat, I can't speak cause of the looks you show.
A boy walks into school hoping to get through, then a bully walks up to him and asks when his money is due, the boy shivers in fear and says never, the bully punches the boy in the face and says "You think you big?".
Why must we fight
Instead of being friends
Why must we fight
For what reason should it be
Why must we fight
When we're all the same
Why must we fight
Just because someone is different
You never know when one day it will be the last day you see a loved ones faceAnd you cry when you hear the news they have been taken awayI wonder how Kendrick Johnson's parents felt
My School choses hate and discriminate
No time for peace
There’s only time to incriminate
With regular visits from the police
Rumors decide the students’ futures
Teacher teacher please sit down
take a second to remove your crown.
Get out your binder and please take notes
this next subject is no joke.
Pregnancy, bullying, and drugs walk the halls
I can't breathe.
I'm drowning, the knowledge they expect me to absorb like a sponge surrounds me.
But to be drowned would be too sweet an end.
When stuck at sea, one can paddle to the top.
No, I've been buried.
Hey you teacher standing in the front of the class room. You make me want to stand up and smack you with a dirty broom.
you stand there with your chest poked out, trying to tell us things we dont know about.well how about you sit in this uncomfortable desk and allow us to get some things off our chest. You said you heard all the excuses and lies but have ypu seen
My styelmy style
My Styleis a br okenmess of s h a t t e r e dglassandemptylineswithoutpunctuation
In A Room Full Of Doom
If A Room Shall Bloom
The Only Way Too Bloom
Is To Stop The Doom
Instructors of the world open up your hearts and give
Us students a reason to succeed and live
Giving us assignments no lessons or lecture
Made us feel like drones not human but lesser
Just another number...
I can’t tell Professor C that I’m not focused ‘cause I’m so anxious I don’t sleep
I can’t tell him that I hate the way I am and I’m dying to change
There’s no way he’s gonna understand the way my heart feels, let alone my uterus
walk through halls
but utter silence inside
my mind
a blur of noise
outside
'everyone will find a place'
'high school is a better place'
but I miss the days of being free
Teacher, Teacher,
Teach me what i need to know.
Math. Science. Biology.
No, not subjects that will save your job from the hunger games that teaching is.
Teach me what will save me.
Detest. Hate. Anger.
School is stressful enough on its own,Your loud screaming is the last thing I need!How am I supposed to grow into a beautiful flower,If you keep ripping up and stomping on my seed?
A normal day like any other,
You smile across the room.
I make my way to talk to you,
Then screams erupt, but whom?
Our eyes dart to the open door,
Where classmates hurry by,
My sister is bullied
No one stops it
No one seems to care.
She comes home from school
Trying to be tough
But we see through her act
As she pulls carrots from her hair.
You think you know what it's like to be a student.
You think we're safe, you think we're fine,
sometimes, you think that we're out of line.
But the truth is that what you think may not be true,
Everyone sees that perfect girl in the corrner.
She gets the grades,
Has the marks,
And all the teachers are wrapped around her pinkie finger.
But little does anyone know,
Lost.
Hopeless.
Tear filled eyes
Gaze
Upon the scene.
The horror.
What mad game has the artist played?
Conjuring up dark roots,
Faded memories,
Cry.
When the harsh words hit my ears.
When what was simple turns to tears.
When there is no friend in the world.
When life seems in a whirl.
Your job is tough, your life is rough
I swear I understand
But any little thing that goes wrong
Is not reason to get mad
You cry you scream you kick and curse
You are only making things much worse
Insecurity filled the teenager
With agony, pain and woe.
This emptiness will take her
To a place where happiness is low.
Heavyset is how they described her
So she focused on losing weight.
The sun was shining on the bus window
I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway
When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show
I had no idea what they were going to say
...
Again
Thinking, bored
Rules, careless, regret
Problems, resentment, anger, violence
Blame, shame, alone, frustration, hatred, rage
Answer
Calm, plan, smirk, waiting, hating
Ready, gun, backpack
I lose my substance
and I fade away.
Becoming transparent,
I see them through
my looking glass.
Terrifying brutality.
Hyperventilating,
I let my breath
fog my vision.
Another day, another night
just like the one before
but for me, Kurembra, my limbs are still sore
I want to cry with every passing day and I want my family
He wakes up in the morning,
the sun is painting the horizon with its rays.
He sits at the table, yawning,
because it's getting harder to sleep these days.
Breakfast is huevos rancheros,
Hard confusing
a talk of a boreding in class the teachers talks bout
her day when we just to run away. Euquations and essay just
using my brain just to get a anohter 'A' who cares bout her day.
She wasn’t really to be described as a person of order.
She was lying on her bed in the center of the room,
all the lights in her room were on, and she liked the light.
To the naked eye you see all the turbulence flint projects. Nobody detects the immeasurable possibility.
Sitting in class
Waiting for time to pass
All teacher do is sit on their...
Asking questions day by day
No one listens anyway
I just really want to say
I'm bored...
Sitting in class
Waiting for time to pass
All teacher do is sit on their...
Asking questions day by day
No one listens anyway
I just really want to say
I'm bored...
I'm stuck, lost, worried, and failing,
are all the things you can say.
It's the general goodbye, hello, and anything new?
Then there are those moments,
when you have no where else to turn.
Often times, kids think they're smart
talking back to some "old fart".
One thing they don't know is that
this "old fart" once wore a backwards hat.
He was cool once, too--
Just like me, and just like you.
Today, I discovered who you were
And also I discovred the legend you left behind.
Surely, you are the true king of cowards.
The definition of all things weak and un-Godliness.
You think your soul is safe
I recall one day, sitting in class,
The memory is quite vivid;
I called my teacher a pain in the ass,
And he was surely livid.
It seems as though I was out of line,
I'm here at school mommy,
I'm having so much fun.
I'm here at school mommy,
waiting to go outside and run.
I'm here in class mommy,
I miss you and Dad.
I'm here in class mommy,
Do you care
That I am hurting, that she is confused.
That he is perverting, that they are excused.
Do you hear
The demeaning lies, and the profane noise.
The freshman's cries, and the bully's ploys.
It hurts me to breath, it hurts me to weepIn silence we all bear this tragedyWe hold tight to our babiesOur family and friendsAs our hearts fall to piecesfor twenty lives left unlived.
Shooting stars are not all we have
For we receive choices to make
And to pave our own path
Some opportunities to take
She doesn't talk anymoreBut it ain't none of my business
She covers up bruises and scarsBut it ain't none of my business
She's got a broken spiritBut it ain't none of my business
There will be an occurance that causes much doubt,
chilling you to your marrow, making you unable to shout.
It is a monster, a darkness, that seeks to destroy.
It plays with you as if your'e just it's toy.
The lines, the finite little cracks in the road, come together and tear apart continually as I walk along the street.
A fine summer day, a perfect 85 degrees with full sunshine.
I saw it all, just because my locker was next to his.
His silent cries, the bully can't hear
ring through my own two ears.
The bully will push and shove,
and the kid will be silent, but cry out for love.
When I look at you,
I don't see flesh,
I don't see flush,
I don't see purple, pink, or white.
I don't see rummors,
I don't see prejudice.
I don' see BLACK,
I don't see WHITE.
When eyes are sprinkled across the sky
Do we ask where they were pulled from?
Are they from the brave?
The walls that fight, who
protect and stand for our rights?
I Am- a friendWonder- if it enough I Hear- about hate and betrayal I See- hate between new and old friends I Want- people to get their heads out of the clouds
First day of high school, I wore a dress to impress and I guess I was subjective to the people that I messed with, but it didn't stop there. People were staring at the waistline of my elastic that made me look fat.
(poems go here)
Have you ever felt down and out?
Stupid?
Unsuccessful?
Afraid?
Bored?
Tired?
Helpless?
Well I have
For I am HUMAN
But the world seems to forget
Shh….
Child:
The night
Before. We celebrated
Chanukah. The Dradle spinning
Round and round
Until it fell.
Down,
down,
down.
I hugged mommy and daddy
In the midst - of used up feelings and stale emotions,
In the eye of the hurricane,
When all is deceptively calm,
She asks me, “What is under the mask?”
They say it's the gun that we should fear. But listen to this. This gun that I hold, listen to it, it cannot walk, talk, or feel. This gun cannot be held responsible for actions of a hurt heart.
I breathe in
Finding myself in a dream
Who am I to be on this earth
Write down your troubles, child and all will make sense
The dream moves on but nothing has changed
Am I alive?
Have I truly lived?
Sly grins, loose laughter
Nike's stacked up on the desktop
Eyelids sagging as pop melodies melt through the tunnel in my head
That coveted lunch period almost at its fatality
Hair bows and straighteners, book bags and hoodies
Walked through the crowd. Somewhere up ahead
Book bags thrown. Like the circle of a throat
The students on every side were turning red.
BOOM.
Get down,
Go where it’s safe
There’s nothing to worry about
It’s just a firecracker
The celebratory roar
It’s a barren cold winter
Frozen and cracked across the surface
Our breath stops in the air above us
Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
This is the story of a girl
Young and frail
Full of life
Ready for her future
It has never been so bright
This is the story of a girl
Who smile can light up the whole world
It was never going to happen.
Not here. Never here.
Here was safe- here was families who had three kids who all played soccer
And had dads who coached.
I Went to See the Stars Today…I find no more the Sandy Hook Elementary School sign upon which the Sun would shine…An Angel and a Bird have taken it's place to float in the Sping Breezes of this now Sacred Place…As I sit and watch the pinwheels spi
I'm here in class
Last one in the back
No one else can realize
That I have a voice that cannot be denied
You say that you don't hear me
But really your just not listening
I'm here in class
Last one in the back
No one else can realize
That I have a voice that cannot be denied
You say that you don't hear me
But really your just not listening
If I do a dare,
Then my peers swear,
They will spare,
My life.
If I don’t do the dare,
Then my peers swear,
They will square.
I’m so scared.
Who cares?
I cannot sleep,
Ones apon-a-time there was a girl,
Her life was sad, lonely and just terrible,
She always try to hide the real her,
Beacuase people just didn't really care,
She tried to do something to her body weight,
I never noticed Johnny before,
nothing other than his greasy hair
and eyes tainted like purple bruises.
It’s strange how small he seemed
at a towering six feet.
He was always easy to forget,
He watches.
I see.
He yells.
I whisper.
They watch.
We see.
He glares.
I grin.
He hits.
I hurt.
They laugh.
He smirks.
I cry...
He leaves.
And I am gone.
Who Do You Think You Are and What Do You Want With Me
The student body
gathered outside
that winter night
on one of the
windiest days of
the year
and we held
candles in
paper cups
between the
spaces in our
cotton gloves
Twenty doves have flown into the graces of an almighty God...
Awaiting with open arms he welcomed in twenty innocents to gather upon his sheep...
The sun arose as usual,
bringing with it the pattering of small shoes
followed by the clacking of heels
down wooden corridors,
to colorful rooms,
for another day of learning.
This is for the lonely kid
Alone at lunch
Drawing bullets on his lunch box lid
Put the gun down
Because your the only one
You'll ever be running from
In the classroom we sat and heard the first shot.
Before we knew what happened the ones around us were gone; All we could see were streams of red.
“Good Morning Children!”
“Good Morning m’am”
“Today we’ll learn to read and write,
Under the pillars
And under the trees
Lived a man
Known as Dee
He loved to dance,
Read and write
Apologies.
What do they mean?
It's a request
for forgiveness.
Plea for correctness.
It's a wish to make things right,
to make it through the night,
with out wanting to cry,
hatred is a seed
it sits, perched, in your soul roots
it can break open
when it does, the small
tentacles stretch, they uncurl,
latch on like a parasite
"Realizing The Truth"
People yet to forget love,
forget joy
forget peace
forget what are ancestors did in order for us to live
Today I saw Sunshine in the clouds,
The kind that makes me happy.
Today I saw Sunshine in the sky,
The kind that makes me cry.
Today I saw Sunshine in the dark,
The kind that makes me sway.
Depression strikes like a rock.
Each and every day I feel like going further and further away.
One thought, I’m done.
Another, I will always miss someone.
“Just take it,” they tell me.
I dream a dream so dear and ture.
but to see you be in such a mood,
make my dream come fade.
I want to see you dream A dream I do.
but in these darkened halls,
I see and hear no dream.
Hold it, hold it don’t let it fall
Once it falls he’ll call you a cry baby
You scream at the top of your lungs
You are angry and about to explode
In your head you know you have to look tuff
We try to get even,
we try to get back,
but in essence we need,
character, we lack.
Revenge is a poison,
it damages us all,
we think its the answer,
but it's really our fall.
We're broken from the inside out
tell me where do we go now
in these dark nights and hopeless times
when all our faith runs out
She said yes
That faithful day on April 20th
That was such a mess
She was questioned with a gun to her head
Asked by her murders "Do you believe in God?"
She answered with the utmost strength
There’s a silence
All around me
On the mountains
In the clouds
As I listen
To the raindrops
I start to wonder
About the sound
Child, he was just a child
He was shot in cold blood
With no reason, but he was the victim
Children, children, children
These children were young
They probably thought they did something wrong
Bullying
Why does it happen
Who does it happen to
I don't know why or who
But I know how to stop it
Why take bullying lightly
For a change stand up for yourself
Look around
cliches all around you
They surround you
Everyone's in one.
Since the first day of middle school.
There's not much chance of changing cliches.
Preps, Geeks, Nerds, Jocks, Skaters, and Freaks.
Beautiful days can turn disastrous with one decision
Smiles become screams of horror
Happiness metamorphosizes into terror
All within this one crazy year,
There is not one memory I could change,
I cannot believe the end is near.
Most people would cheer,
Challenges conquered even when varied and ranged,
(poems go here) The Human Condition
IM TIRED OF THE HUMAN CONDITION
COCKY, PRIDEFUL, SELFISH, SELF-CENTERED PEOPLE
“YES, BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?”, “HOW DOES YOUR LIFE SATISFY MINE?”
THE HUMAN CONDITION IS ARROGANT
you watch the girl across the hall but as she cries for help while the others crowd around her. you step in to help her and in the process you get hurt also.
There's a fear clawing at the inner walls of my heart,
a fear of unknown things.
It stretches my chest and crawls into my brain,
where with silent power,
it rings.
I'm afraid of the people around me
Well, it's easy for you to say
That any day is a good day
It's easy for you to think
That we all have great reasons to blink
Each and every day stabs harder than the last
Today is the day I'll die.
You never think about death at 15,
In the Marching Band,
An average B student.
I dont want to blend in with your high society
I would have too quit without my variety
Your world is insane
Its nothing but a mind game
What you want to see
What you want them to be
What if that mother had been more alert.
What if her child didn't tell her he was hurt.
I wonder what went through heads that day.
When the man entered the school, while children were at play.
(poems go here) Many people fear change.
They fear the vulnerability.
They fear the need to adapt.
They fear the lesson that they may learn.
It is frightening to be new, to be out of your element,
Where were you?
When you heard your first gunshot.
Where were you?
When you first realized that bad things,
happen to good people.
Where were you?
When you first lost a friend.
For what it's worth, I know my worth, I know I'm beautiful--
Not just on the outside, but everywhere else past the naked eye.
For what it's worth, I"m confident and I love my complex life.
THE ONE WHO STOOD ALONE,
THE ONE WHO ALWAYS STRIVED FOR EXCELLENCE,
HAS NEVER BEEN ANYTHING MORE TO MOST PEOPLE THEN JUST A PRETTY FACE.
THE TYPICAL CHEERLEADER GIRL WHO PEOPLE ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS IN HER OWN WORLD.
The unknown
Feeling of guilt
Feeling of pain
Will never know, will never see
Just the guilt and pain is all I plea
You will be watching my every step
The decisions I make I hope you see my truth
I held her in my arms
And listened to her muffled sobbing
As her face remained
Buried in the crook of my neck
So young- too young-
To understand
Yet she knew the pain
Of all those around her
Round curls and shiny locks
In gold, red, and brown
Bounce on their foreheads
As they skip and run through the halls.
That was a do-you-
remember-where-
you-were-when-
Elvis-died day.
Bold marchers stretched
thin as the casing
trail to cafeteria tables.
No one can hide
from silver-barreled
This man has given
everything he has
has given
so many years of his life
for you.
To protect you.
And you have the nerve -
the sheer audacity -
to fight?
Your petty argument
There is a part of me
That feels I am different from everyone else.
Something that I can't quite see,
Something that I can't quite feel,
Something so unreal.
But this 'thing' is always there,