LivingPoets

There is no learning in school anymore, instead of teaching us how to live our lives they fill our minds with nonsense and kids focus on fights more than grades. Which would you rather learn? The Pythagorean theorem or how to get a job? How to fight for your rights or how to write in cursive? Recite me the quadratic equation! You all know what it is, but do you know basic first aid? How do you fix a broken arm? I doubt you know. but you know what numbers are prime. You know that Pluto is no longer a planet, but do you know how the government works? Do you know how to raise a kid? No but you sure know how to prevent one from existing.

When I come to pick up my portfolio The art room sits silent. The school day is over, the students gone- Tomorrow I will be gone for good. I have seen the art room silent before But it was filled with focus then. We were too absorbed to talk. I was absorbed by magazine clippings and glue, Kelly by batik dye and wax and fabric And the colors and textures of autumn leaves. Leah sank into seashells with precision And Jim drew galaxies To end his love affair with straight lines. There are no artists here today. There is still art. I linger, leaning my portfolio against a chair And peruse the drawings people have yet to pick up. Abstract line dra

They are some augural voices by my ear, As they force this pointed needle into my flesh (They call it ‘mandatory education’) And as they inundate me with blaring notions, I question with every withering fibre of my being Why I continue to comply by system And standard. However so, it means nothing in the face of Diagnosis who claims I am naïve a child With no real scope on so fantastic a world They’ve formulated (I look at the malnourished nations and Corpses strewn in pieces in the putrid mud And nod agreeably). They promise a betterment or perhaps they Intend to mould me into a shape that Exalts them,

Make, make it yours Fill it with joy Love, peace, hope I trust you to protect it It's now yours You are its holder It's whole Bright, happy, joyful OR Break, break it to pieces Tear it apart Rip, shred, shatter That's what you're good at It could be yours But now it's no one's It's broken Beaten, bloody, black

A day of love, or absent of I fall into the second But no, not because I'm left unnoticed, Unrequited, or my crush is taken There's a warmth I'll never feel, you see A kiss I'll never taste An embrace I'll never feel And no, not because I'm left unnoticed Foreign to the concept of being in love I'm no stranger to those words I've heard it once, I've said it once So while everyone walks proud in pairs My heart remains, alone in tears For when I heard the words "I love you" It was also a farewell He told me now he has no regrets My tears still flow as he eternally rests

Saying "I'm sorry" doesn't make it better, not this time. It doesn't heal the wounds burned into my heart by your actions, And it's not because I'm heartless or unforgiving, It's because I've heard it one too many times. My heart has built up a tolerance to your apologies, They no longer sway me like they used to. In the past, you'd say those magic words and I'd let it go, Because my love for you outweighed the pain caused by your actions. But not anymore. It's too much. Don't expect me to stay. I can't, and I won't. Your mistakes aren't mistakes anymore. They're choices; decisions acted out of a lack of self control. And what your actions

South of the Line 16-12-14 Christmas and winter aren’t at the same time When you live down here, way south of the line. There’s no snow, there’s no frost, nor icicles to Melt in the hearth – there’s nothing to do As the sun bears its weight, burning the land – You’d think that by now we’d have caught this in hand. Even in winter we only have rain As there once more is no snow, no frost again. So once again, just to remind, Christmas and winter aren’t at the same time When you live down here, way south of the line.

Little known fact about Santa he’s a Master of Parkour always running across slopped rooftops jumping over brick chimneys and more Another factoid about Santa he’s a world class burgling thief but instead of being cursed for what he takes he’s beloved for what he leaves A final note on Ol’ Saint Nick, the guy is fit the big suit’s a trick he has to be to carry all those gifts, have you seen the size of the sacks he lifts? So there you have it some lesser known facts About the big guy in red that carries toys in sacks who travels the globe spreading joy and cheer hollering “Merry Christmas and Happy New Y

I shot you with my last silver bullet, while the smoking gun remained concealed. Clean as the whistle I blow that’s rattling your cranium as it sings a catastrophe. Can you hear me now? I shimmy around the once two bright but now black holes that are binging, on moxie and regurgitating opacity. Can you see me now? Living happily ever after was your common cold case tragedy, because I called claims on both the bottle and the dagger. Can you feel me now? I’m forever restarting the half-life flash visual finale. Playing gentleman, opening the revolving door to watch cretins stagger. Can you touch me now? Once upon a rat race, the

Your wings cradle around my aching ribs I've been breathing so hard, it is cracking around my lungs These tears burn my skin from the eyes they were born But your hand is on my back tonight, sitting beside me as the sun dies We've watched the world fall and the stars burn in our eyes We've seen the reflections of oceans and the clouds as they cried My angel, guide my crumbling dreams tonight I know you're listening to my falling apart Deep inside your stone cold heart It echo's in the abyss of the drawn-out corridors Angel you'll cry for me tonight I felt the world spin beyond these thousand lies My heads underwater, but I'm only choking i