Do not judge me,
Do not nudge me,
Do not take my name and smudge me.
I will not budge,
I will not trudge,
I will just laugh and eat some fudge.
~M.Z.
Fudge
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A Haiku for Your Stress
My philosophy:
If you worry about it
You will suffer twice
~D.H.
A Smile From Within
Happiness isn’t the company of another
Without internal happiness, it can’t be genuine
Find your own happiness
~M.C.
Where I’m From
I am from the hourglass, from time
I am from the earth, Mysterious; foreign
I am from the thorn, the weed of the ground
I am from the chaos, the competition of life
From Mary to Joseph from God
I am from the liars, the cheaters
I’m from sayings, “life doesn’t owe you anything”
I’m from a belief to “trust no one”
I am from behind the curtain in the temple
From the corner of the sanctuary
I am from darkness, from the bitterness
From dates and prunes
I’m from the alcoholics and the drug addicts, the swindlers
I’m from the forgotten memory of a time of serenity
I’m from hatred, from the thoughts of suicide that burn in the mind
I’m from the haunted house, I am the thoughts of the ghosts
I’m from the father that left, the mother that abused
I am from the arguments and the lies
I am a dark stormy sea
Desperately trying to drown her crew
I am from the rain, the quells
I am from all things people avoid
But I am still me.
~J.W.
Parte del Alma Mía
Madre, parte del alma mía
La amiga intimísima
La maestra más sabia
Me has enseñado todo lo que yo conozco.
Eres una torre alta y fuerte
Descansas en un fundamento sólido
Tu paciencia y fe son faros
Luces que me advierten.
Abuela, parte del alma mía
La artista más diestra
La cocinera más fantástica
Tu cultura me crió.
Eres un libro de cuentos
Tus talentos sobrepasan que tú comprendes
Cada día me sorprendes
Con la fuente de experiencias que tú tienes.
Queridas mujeres, partes del alma mía
Me hicieron quien yo soy hoy en día
Cuando ambas hayan pasado
Ustedes estarán en mi alma todavía.
~V.C.
The Place I Came From
I am from Lancaster, Pennsylvania where everyone from outside the state thinks we are all Amish
I am from the house that told me from right from wrong, like D.D.S.D
I am from a place where it is ok to speak your mind and say whatever you want
I am from a place where I am always welcome and that place and that is called my house, gram’s house
I am from the place where it always smells like a cow’s rear end
I am from Pennsylvania where everyone says, “hi how are”
I am from the place where the best days are the snowy ones so you can sit inside and drink hot coco
I am from the treestand where I learned life lessons about a Life and stories I will cherish for a lifetime
I am from a little town called Millersville
I am from Lancaster, Pennsylvania United States Of America and my name is Sam Cox
Samuel Cox
Dear Ex-Boyfriend
From holding your hands
To kissing your cheeks
I fell deeper.
Every moment.
Every picture.
Every laugh.
From seeing your face
To claiming your heart, I fell deeper.
Every touch.
Every hug.
Every whisper.
From smiling in your presence
To crying in my bed
I’ve
Hit
Rock
Bottom.
Sincerely,
Your easiest “goodbye”
This Generation
You can’t be yourself because of what this generation has people thinking.
People don’t understand that it’s okay to be different.
It is never a bad thing to do what you feel is right .
If you feel the need to not fight, then don’t fight.
If you don’t wanna spend all your money on a new pair of jordans, then don’t .
But sadly, some people won’t give you credit for that, they just won’t.
People are gonna be jealous of you because you ain’t letting this generation make you into what this generation is trying to enforce.
So in reality, will people talk about you to your face? No
Will they talk about you behind your back? Of course
It’s like if you don’t do what they like, then they call you rude names.
Sometimes you have to be coach and learn to control this generation’s games.
— T.C
Different is Good
I am unique. What I think and what I value is what makes me, me. If I lowered my standards and morals, I would just be going with the crowd; I’d be losing my individuality. If I started caring about what people think of how I view life, I would be giving up on myself. I am confident, independent, and I don’t need anyone’s approval. I am different. Different is good.
Challenges of School
getting up at dawn
exhausted from school all week
is this week wrapped
–Mitchell Reel
Shoes
They protect your feet.
Slide them on and get them tied,
Don’t forget to knot.
What If
what if
death was brought new life
from under the depths
of the ground’s despair?
would the faces of
those torn and puzzled souls
carry on their passion
among the flesh and blood?
what if
every wounding word
was tackled down with a
refreshing compliment?
would the menacing beast
whom roamed the serpentine paths
finally be tamed
into a small kitten?
what if
the split from the quake
that had rumbled on and on
had stopped to piece together?
would it last?
would the tears drown both
down into a river
of forgive and forget?
Past memories
And aching thoughts
Stymie those who just
Think and hope
letting go of those
wishful dreams
is even harder than
living among the truth.
— MacKenzie Lewis
And It’s All Okay
“Life is what you make it.”
”Tunes keep’ a playing in mind.”
“My heart weeps for those drifted.”
“Keep smiling, think nothing of it.”
“My insecurities will eat me alive.”
“Day dreaming about dreams, still dreaming.”
“Please understand, music saves my soul.”
“Love, love, love is the answer.”
“I think about running, or hiding.”
“Changes are scary, so is life.”
“Don’t worry, it will be beautiful.”
“Deeply fantasizing about warm pumpkin pies.”
“Can’t remember what it felt like.”
— Lacy Ferguson
Breath
Calm down and look around.
Let it all sink in.
Everyday is a new opportunity,
and you are your worse critic.
Take risk,
make every second count.
20 years from now that boy that broke your heart won’t matter,
so stop worrying about others
start worrying about yourself.
Fall in love with yourself and everything around you
make peace with yourself while you’re at it.
Take time for yourself
and accept that you’re here for a reason,
now take a deep breath.
Live your life spontaneously,
forgive and forget
and move on.
— Caitlin Renshaw
I Am From Being Me
I am from the tire swing tied to the old tree.
I am from “Sarai, Stop! You’re not a dog!!”
I am from peeing off roofs with my cousin.
I am from grabbing a scorching hot curling iron with my bare 5 year old hand.
I am from playing Candy Land and Guess Who on rainy days.
I am from VeggieTale songs in the car.
I am from the buttered noodles and Salisbury steak on the table.
I am from licking ketchup off the floor.
I am from “ Be yourself, they’ll love you. “
I am from Ace Ventura: Pet Detective.
I am from Crankin’ Dat Soulja Boy in the kitchen.
I am from going on the computer just to use Paint.
I am from watching Robot Chicken on Adult Swim after my parents went to sleep.
I am from the nightmares before, on, and after Halloween.
I am from watching The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl.
I am from riding a bike with no brakes and crashing into a car.
I am from learning to accept myself.
I am from being who I am.
I am from my friends and family who helped me find myself.
I am from the name Sarai.
— Sarai Figueroa
The Misconceptions of Life
Life’s a puzzle, puzzles take time
Every mistake in life is learning
What’s life without love and affection
Paths in life, choose right one
When I was Little
When I was little I looked at life differently.
When I was little the worst thing you could do was lie to your parents.
When I was little losing a crayon was the end of the world.
When I was little the scariest thing was when the lights went out.
When I was little my parents could do no wrong.
When I was little the only thing I worried about was losing my stuffed animal.
When I was little monsters weren’t human.
I’m not little anymore.
Stand Up
Don’t let people knock you down
Just stand up nice and tall
Act like you own the town
Fly, do not let yourself fall
— Christal Finefrock
Silence
One last word-
And then I crack
All of my external screams become internal
And everything is
Quiet
All there is is silence
Except for in my head
My mind is racing
My hands are shaking
Shaking-
Out of control
Fists clenched
Waiting, wishing, wanting
For anything to take away the last sound that I processed
Which was your voice
The same voice that drove me insane
That one that made me feel this way
Tormented by frustration
Frustration that ran through my veins as if it were my blood
Hearing that voice I was
Waiting, wishing, wanting
For it to be silenced.
Welding
As the arc strikes hot
The puddles of hot metal cool
Weld looks like stacked dimes
— Drew Ebersole
Balance
Fate.
What a load of bullcrap.
It’s just false security.
All our paths are able to change.
None of our lives are written in stone.
These were the thoughts running through my head as I stood before my mother’s gravestone. The loss of her death reminded me of the destruction of our home and the despair that followed. We were just lucky to have been away at market. My heart was surrounded by darkness.
But you need darkness to see the light. Total light is blinding, but so is total darkness. So, in other words, neither is good. We have to learn to balance the two.
Just like secrecy and honesty.
Her betrayal, once again, sends a stab of pain through me. We have to find the balance in everything. Without balance, all is lost.
Just like me.
I thought of the refugee possibility, but I was then reminded of the countries closing their borders to us.
Yes, this was the best way.
I took the military-grade shotgun I found, placing its barrel to my head as the tears flowed freely.
There was no fate, no higher power, or I wouldn’t be pushed this far. There wouldn’t be wars like this, and there would be no reason to flee our home.
My family would not have had to be buried by me scraping the dirt with my hands.
They would have a headstone, some mark of where they were laid to rest.
No, all hope left this place long ago.
Then I pulled the trigger.
And it was all gone.
— Carmen Atkins
You Want To Be Like Me?
Although I’m not sure who would want to be,
Such a reserved and masked actress like me,
I’ll list some tips to help you change,
If that is what you wish.
Use smiles and laughs to hide your ways,
Watch an anime marathon that lasts for days.
Just don’t forget the juice and snacks,
The decision will haunt you endlessly.
Press some keys, pull some strings,
Tune your voice, sing some things,
Write a song for a sister’s birthday,
And don’t present it early.
Observe all, find a purpose,
Prove, to yourself, that you’re not worthless.
Just for the words, read a poem,
And keep its meaning in mind.
Find a girl, tell her you love her,
Keep, in your wallet, her school picture.
Treat her like she is the only one,
Because, after all, she is.
Make a promise and don’t break it,
Build up your story bit by bit.
If you really want to be like me,
Do yourself a favor…
And Be You.
— Christopher
The Crazy Place that I’m From
I’m from lightning bolts by Pikachu.
I’m from the world of Wartune.
I’m from Tataouine!
I’m from owning an “army” and fighting a war with swords.
I’m from the smell of freshly cut hay.
I’m from high speeds on big black beasts!
I’m from adorable and soft fluff balls.
I’m from sweat, pain, and endurance.
I’m from speed and experience.
I’m from push ups and up downs.
I’m from metals and trophies.
I’m from country music.
I’m from The Script.
I’m from seeing the future and past.
I’m from seeing all in my mind.
I’m from seeing things as millions of cells that build one person.
I’m from Matthew Cox and Krista Cox.
I’m from trusting no one.
I’m from the lost.
I’m from the hidden.
I’m from the ocean.
I’m from strong and fast swimming.
I’m from fish and sharks.
I’m from shark week.
I’m from the blood from sharks eating living creatures.
— Anakin J. Cox
Math, Math, Math
On average an American student will spend 40 hours a week with their teachers.
Mathematics is the most stressed subject in schools.
Why are we not teaching them the most important lessons they need in life.
Instead we are teaching them to;
Memorize information,
Apply that information to a standardized test,
Forget that information to make room for new information,
Repeat.
Except here’s what I have found-
Mathematics are not going to help me become a better person.
Mathematics are not going to help me make friends.
Mathematics are not going to teach me that I am worthy of my own love.
Mathematics are not going to teach me that I need to be kind to everyone.
Mathematics are not going to teach me that I should take care of my body because it is the only one I will ever have.
Mathematics are not a life lesson.
Sure I can use mathematics on a daily basis.
But mathematics are not the core of the mind.
I do not calculate the average of how much time it will take me to make friends with the new kid.
I do not calculate the time it will take for my once best friend to turn on me and hurt me.
You will take basic math.
Adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing.
You will take algebra.
Pre algebra, level 1 algebra, level 2 algebra.
You will take geometry, trigonometry, precalculus, calculus, statistics.
You will be encouraged to go even further into mathematics.
But you won’t be taught that self respect is vital to your own happiness.
You won’t be taught that respecting others will in turn earn yourself respect.
You won’t be taught that friends are sometimes temporary.
You won’t be taught that not everything is going to work out in the end.
You won’t be taught that there is always hope.
You won’t be taught that it is not okay to harm yourself.
You won’t be taught that trusting someone could save your life.
You won’t be taught that standing up for others could save a life.
You will be left to learn these on your own.
The adults you spend 40 hours a week with for 12 years of your life.
Drill in information into you that you most likely won’t use in 2 years.
Some of us make it.
Some of us don’t.
— A.P
Again
You Thought It Was Just A One Time Thing
You Thought It Would Make You Fit In
You Never Thought It Would Affect Anyone Else
But You Were Wrong.
You Say You’re Sorry
But You Do It Again.
You Say You’re Going To Stop
But You Do It Again.
I Try To Understand And Forgive You
But You Do It Again.
The One Woman Who Continually Tries To Understand and Give You Her Forgiveness Time After Time, Starts To Lose Hope
But You Do It Again.
When Will You Learn?
When Will You Grow up?
When Will You Realize How Much Damage You’ve Done And Continue To Do?
When Will This Stop?
When Will Things Be normal?
Will We Even Remember What Normal Is?
Just When The Light Starts To Be seen
You do it again.