Here are just a bunch of my poems that I would like you Gaians, and my friends to read.
Uh yeah so, read on with caution.
March 12, 2008
[During School]
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Don't Speak,
unless spoken to.
Don't Talk,
unless told to do so.
Don't Gesture,
even if gestured to.
Don't Smile or Giggle,
stay stone cold and straight faced.
Raise your hand,
call them Sir or Ma'am,
state a fact,
then shut-up.
Stay like this,
follow these rules.
The minutes drone on.
The seconds tick by.
The seconds feel like minutes.
Minutes feel like hours.
Then it's over.
Or so you thought.
Your minute's break,
only just enough,
to get to the next place.
And start it over again.
You sit like stone,
in that cramped desk.
Blank stare, blank mind.
Their words go in and straight out.
Then it strikes you,
like nails on a chalboard.
You shouldn't have to,
shouldn't have to be so confined.
Follow the rules?
Not anymore.
Don't Speak?
It'll be a whisper.
Don't Write?
Only poems..
Don't Gesture?
Sorry, can't control it.
No Smiling? Giggling?
Too bad, you're tired of stone.
From now on you're changed,
doing what you want when you want.
And no one can stop you.
Because you are your own person.
You are the leadet now,
and even I may follow you.
I'm sick of it too.
I'm gonna change.
I'll linger in halls,
talk in class,
question the teacher.
Every school day,
should each be their own.
Not just the same thing.
And between you and me,
I'll tell you this-
The World Is Changing, Will You Change With It?
Date
Time/Place
[_Title_]
Start.
March of '07
Home
[_When?_]
When are you coming back to me?
When will I hear your sweet voice of velvet?
When will I be able to gaze into your ever changing eyes?
Are you even coming back to me?
Will I ever touch your soft lips with my own again?
When will I see you?
Where will we meet?
What time?
If we pick a certain time and day..
Will you leave me all alone?
To cry my heart out?
To feel empty and dead inside?
When my little black dove?
When?
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