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 Dec 2014 Tiffany Marie
JWolfeB
Sit down and give your attention
I need all of it, now
I am not asking for a lot here...
But I need your everything

Give up on the tremendous mountains in your sternum
Let go of the abuse
Clear your octopus ink mind
Get better grade on the district assessment

They are watching me bleed for you
I have given up on state expectations
Built a castle for these students of mine
Clearing a safe environment in the moment

Preparing you with the proper armor to fight for yourself someday
Take this sword imprinted with my words
Protect yourself
Fight for something worth it

She got drunk on Monday I know son
I just need you to do better
She hit me on Tuesday, I know son
Please just finish your assignment

I can't
I don't know how
I have not eaten in 2 days
You have no idea

Teachers are white blood cells
Expected to fight bacteria and show victorious statistics
With none of the time and less of the understanding
Maybe the bacteria looks different than we really thought

Our own immune system is causing fires
Putting unrealistic expectations upon our jobs
Too many students not enough teachers
Too many tests not enough love

We working organs in a bodies coma
Working without the recognition
Hoping to keep the system alive
Creating chances for our students to change the future someday
It is hard being a teacher sometimes. The district sees test scores and curriculum, while ignoring the intense poverty, cultural barriers, yet still expecting the same results from every corner of the district
 Dec 2014 Tiffany Marie
Poetic T
I screamed, but no one heard
Still as death my eyes were
Closed
My prison
Eyelashes were my bars
Concealing,
Obscured,
Silence
Only disturbed by breath,
I began to sink, the white of my eyes
"My island of purity"
Slowly washed away by the tides of
My pupils, the storm of terror
Was upon me, my fingers slipped
Each digit pealed from the bars of my eyes,
"Then all went dark"
I was lost in the nothingness,
Thoughts,
Shards,
Splicing
Up my mind, a battle raged
within, but my body was as still as death
I had demons that sharped each claw,
Cutting in my subconscious,
Tainting innocence,
Now the corrupted into horror behind
Closed doors,
I looked in vain, sweat was like
Raindrops, each fell never landing
Eternally falling, a
Noise,
Faint,
Oceans
Of thought below my feet,
I impacted beneath
Courage,
Fortitude,
Determination
Of character, as a whisper
Upon a pollen of thought, drifted
So tiny
Underestimated
Within its strength,
For words were spoken so quietly
"The darkness is weak"
"Nightmares have no control"
"Find your light"
"Shatter this illusion, take control"
As I hit down, light
Permeated,
Infused,  
Crumbling
Under the light,  oceans of pure
Thought splashed over me, fear
"Was washed off"
The bars once imprisoning became as before
As they were separated, I stood again on my island of white,
At the moment of separation,
I awoke, Darkness kept me still,
But in silence, I have the power to awaken,
Nightmares have no control, the are
Figments,
Illusions,
Misconceptions
Of the mind, that when a crack fragments,
Darkness creeps in, sleep well now, you are the
Master of your dreams, creation of fantasy
Sleep well, never let darkness consume,
Always have sweet dreams and awaken well..
 Dec 2014 Tiffany Marie
Poetic T
Seeking those lonely ones,
Every step watched, *dark shadows hidden,
Ritual of the **** *planned,
prepared, precision,  
Is the key to the departing of life,
All will fear that moment,
Looking behind as well as in front,
Kill or be killed,
Is the reaction to that moment of a death,
Life is in their control,
Let the blood seep,
Every moment is a last lingering  breath,
Right now you realise your **time is up.
 Dec 2014 Tiffany Marie
Poetic T
It wasn't Really thought through
That momEnt changed
Altogether eVer feeling
Cascaded, rEations  of
What was kNown, regret
Was stained,naGging within,
It wasn't revengE it was a foolish moment, now regret.
Revenge is never sweet it is a stain that follows for life..
 Dec 2014 Tiffany Marie
Lahela
The instant I am away from you,
I can feel your absence.

Where your hand was on my hand,
When your fingers were laced with mine,
I feel where your hand was supposed to be
And the spaces between my fingers that are now left empty.

I want you with me so I don't have to feel your absence.
I look at you because I know there will be a day where I won't be able to see you anymore.
Whether I must shut my eyes to say goodbye as you love another, or when you have exhaled a breath where inhaling doesn't come next.

So as I lay here without you,
I am missing you.
But I am not sad,

I am simply feeling where you're supposed to be.
 Dec 2014 Tiffany Marie
JWolfeB
Listen to this one thing
If you learn nothing from me

Please learn this

You are worth more than your price tag
One day you will be a mountain
A force to be reckoned with
The scars of your past dont predict your future child

Please learn this

Knowledge is power
But they don't know that yet
So power up with your charged haunches
Spring yourself out of this village

Please don't learn this

Helplessness
Let got of it
Don't wear it like a bronze metal
Apathy and irony hanging on your chest

Please learn this

A man leads by example
Choose your next words wisely
Think before you unleash your palms
She does not deserve it

You are only my student for 9 months
Then I am off to who knows where
But please
Learn this one thing from me

You are better
than the broken branches of your family tree
So act like it
This is more of a frustration of culture more than anything. But I guess you could call it a poem as well. There is a learned disposition here and it is one of learned helplessness. And It is a rather difficult disposition to teach.
 Dec 2014 Tiffany Marie
Neath
Jack walks down the streets
without a care in the world.

All the girls who haven’t had
*** for the longest time crave
for the lust that lies beneath his
made in America denim jeans.

But he doesn’t care, cause he’s
already done them all.

Why can’t I be as beau as Jack,
who sways all the ladies with
just the presence of an effortless
mind.

Why can’t I be as beau as Jack,
is it cause of the way he slightly
tilts his shades that makes all the
the young pretty girls *******
wet.

He is the most desirable prize to ever
walk down the streets in the eyes of girls
that tread headless without knowing
how much of an ******* he really is.

Being beau must be pretty tough…
I'm fine. I promise. Please don't worry about me.
I hate being a burden and besides, I'm fine! don't worry! really, I am. im fine. im totally 100% okay. I am alive.
You are such a waste of poetry
I'm okay, everyone I promise. I think people are misinterpreting this poem. This poem is directed at a specific person who hurt me and those I love and care about. I keep writing poems about it because it was a very damaging experience but this person is just such a waste of poetry because they are so horrible they aren't even worth writing about and yet I still do to keep the agony from destroying me, it is my way of coping. I AM NOT CHANGING MY STYLE OF POETRY. I am just trying new formats. Don't jump to conclusions :)
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