Poems from seideusa
It's strange how time passes. Snapshots of teachers and now-empty classes. Echoes of my past in gray and white, now like doves take flight...
If I could change my world, what would I change? Would I change the enviroment, the politics? Would I chance the schools, the laws? I...
The first bell rings. That girl, the one whose hair is dyed, the one who always sings. She walks into class. The looks she receives are...
I can't stay in anymore, even though the sky is a bore (cuz its gray). I throw in some old shoes, and go find some news (after the winter)....
'If you haven't got what it takes, then our gang you ain't gonna make. We are the rough and tough here, our names they will fear. We are...