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  • STEEL AND STONE CHILDHOOD

    by ERIC

    Flourishing thoughts hum the deepest agony
    Wisdom is practically
    The thoughts imbedded in loss of the trail of the pursuit of happiness
    Figments travel on this walkway only being imaginative
    Dreams of being reunited and a realignment with parenting
    To cushion intense life’s basic paddling
    But this dream or mere thought lacks validness
    A steed once road upon becomes an ass it isn’t worth saddling
    A breed that adopted a gang infestation
    With violence as the inauguration
    Mostly because of lack of communication
    Is this kin really family and could this substitute minor provider enlighten the household with patience
    When the being blessed with the darkness, the hate the government gave little infants everywhere by a fathers captivation
    In stone and steel withheld in the public eye, a child’s humiliation
    To withhold the pain of a scent that traveled by a poltergeist of an institution
    The lack of working man’s fragrance
    Leaving a woman to bring hold the bacon
    With a child bathed in hatred
    To run amok in a fathers absence
    To only to come back after imprisonment
    To train the child to channel hate into poetic sentences

  • THOUGHTS ARE CONCEITED

    by ERIC

    Thoughts are conceited
    The government pensively takes action to benefit themselves
    Issuing subpoenas
    That don’t relieve us
    Say peace and the result is Hiroshima
    Place a flower in a barrel and put a bullet in civilian when its needless
    imprison our minds with lies and call it freedom
    With thoughts alluding saying it’s protected by the constitution and reasons are essays that aren’t concluded
    With war treaties not peace subdued to illegal aliens that are deprived of greetings
    Dehydrated seedlings
    Adds more sunlight in speech’s
    The people subjected to a famine forced beating
    then discarded this is called genocide forced by the gangs and government sees as it meaningless
    With the disregard of many
    We ask for dollars but for the thought of change of time we receive pennies

     

  • MR. ARISTOTLE’S CLASS OF 7

    by ISIAH

    Mr. Aristotle:
    When I rule the world,
    I’d answer all questions known to man.
    I’d wish all my students success
    and eventually answers the questions I could not.

    Dr. King:
    When I rule the world,
    it’ll be a better world
    minus racism, plagiarism,
    police brutality, corporate bailouts,
    Wall Street monopolies, child extortion,
    and uninformed abortions.

    Mr. Caesar:
    When I rule the world,
    I want people to worship me,
    bathe me in their love, and support me.
    I want people to do whatever I say and do it now.
    I want emotionless citizens to worship my crown.

    Mr. Obama:
    When I rule the world,
    I want to cure cancer.
    I want to save my mom,
    and perhaps your’s too.
    I want everyone to be safe and have parents
    to tuck them in at night and be there to snuggle up to.

    Mr. Adolph:
    When I rule the world,
    I want to destroy my mortal enemies,
    bring chaos to its peak, and laugh
    at my burning victims while I watch
    their loved ones weep.

    Mr. Wilkins:
    When I rule the world,
    I hope the fame won’t ruin me,
    change me into someone I’m not supposed to be,
    and inevitably, I hope I could find happiness.

    Mr. Darwin:
    When I rule the world,
    nothing is going to change,
    not in the slightest bit,
    because humanity is doomed to repeat history.
    We are imperfect, and the sooner we face it,
    the sooner we can finally be saved by it.

  • F.U.N.

    by ISIAH

    The world turns backwards like a hurricane.
    Where religion affects politics,
    the malevolent takes precedent over those who are relevant,
    ignorant like a baby Helen Keller to all the world’s problems.
    Rubik’s cube solution to a 1 + 1 problem,
    Wanderers lost from a straight line that provides them sanction.
    Invisible proofs are ideals by the masses’ beliefs.
    Angry yells because lies hold no truth,
    stuck in a 2 x 4 phone booth,
    phone lines are cut loose,
    no sweet talks to consume weak hearts,
    so no one believes you when you run away,
    and that’s why you breath hard.
    Those panicking breaths are consumed by chemicals that influence the brain,
    disillusioned choice run in and outside the body
    from needle point holes in your arm
    to hallucinogens giving you pictures of Barney.
    What happened to childhood dreams?
    Now it’s minimum-wage manual labor.
    Still stuck in that phone booth with metal bars,
    and the state gave you a quarter,
    but the phone lines are cut loose
    and the repairmen aren’t going to come.
    Yet still, instead of doing what needs to be done,
    we decide to get deceived by what seems to be.

  • HEARTACHE’S QUEST

    by ERIC

    Blared music to shield the agony
    Trying to move mountains telepathically
    Puzzled by the thought of what goes on around a soul
    When the being is unaware of what is happening
    The world and its fallacies
    False notions spoken when asked about the truth of the pursuit of happiness
    A statement that is explained when laughter turns into depression
    When curses are a blessing
    Knowing forward is backwards
    Rapidness is all that is known without resting
    Simply sprinting away from signs of affection
    Cupid’s bow can only shoot a message in a direction that inflicts infection
    That can only be treated with a extended injection of time and rejection
    Being attracted to someone that is attracted to someone else is a course
    In my labyrinth subjected to digression
    Moving on without anyone suspecting is a maze in itself
    In a search for someone forever pleasant
    Remembering the sting as a twisted love story through certain sections
    Reminiscing, skimming through old pictures
    Scribbling out the words I’m fine in ink so it remains in the recollections
    Hoping not to have to make a correction
    To only have to be traumatized by life
    And be on heartache’s quest again