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Love will be your pleasure
Love will be your joy
Love will get you through things
Love will be the cause of your pain
Love will put you in a bad place
In the end we all need love
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My finger picks
The clock ticks
I think I want to go home.
In the discomfort of squeaky classroom chairs
And the annoying feeling of my hair.
I think I want to go home.
I walk past the gate
I accept my faith
I think I want to go home.
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A skull without jaw,
A crab claw without one,
Polygon porymon, lizards and stardust.
A house on the edge of a white lined abyss.
These drawings no reason for them to exist.
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I don’t know what to write
So, I’m gonna write a sentence that is really profound
Here it goes
Uhmm,
I’m still thinking
This is hard.
I give up.
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Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t look at what’s in front of you
Boots, boots, boots, boots,
Moving up and down again
Men, men, men, men,
Men go mad with watchin’ ‘em
There’s no discharge in a war
If your eyes drop, they’ll move atop of you
Boots, boots, boots, boots,
Moving up and down again
There’s no discharge in a war
Try, try, try, try,
To think of something different
Oh my god, keep me from going lunatic
Boots, boots, boots, boots, boots,
Moving up and down again
There’s no discharge in the war…
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Another year, it seems the same
Walk in the door everything changed
Friends pass by, they don’t say hi
I wonder what happened, why?
Why did it change, the walls are the same
But in these grounds, no one knows you now
I’ve been here since the start, the same heart
Everyone I thought I knew, it’s falling apart
Scared-
I stare at my screen
The blue light reflecting off my face, unseen.
I am given a task I think I want to complete,
But the people around me give judgmental looks.
I begin to write and glance around scared,
But no one else seems to care.
About this poem, my school, their futures and lives,
Why am I so scared to want to thrive?
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Here right now, I’m writing this poem
I’m typing out words using a phone
I’m thinking of words using my brain
Making up rhymes is kind of a wound
As I type, there are many words I mispell
As I sit at this table and wait for the bell
I’m thinking of a poem off of the top of my head
But to be honest, I’d rather still be in bed
Untouchable NBA YoungBoy
I remember I wanted for to quit so many times
but I knew this moment would come, now it’s my time
I got to make up for all them nights that my mama cried
Kilcullen
Kilcullen, the place where all of us go
For fun, for school, or to go home
Where we all learn and talk about stuff
Where arguments could be peaceful or violent and rough
In Kilcullen, everyone’s together
Through the thick and the thin and awful weather.
As we all are here writing different stories.
About our past experiences, tragedies or glories.
We are all different yet share the same place.
Kilcullen, the town in which we feel safe
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I wake up late the sun is there
The sky is bright the trees don’t care.
The day goes on it’s not that deep.
Then night shows up we go to sleep.
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I am weird, always the loudest person in the room,
laughing uncontrollably at stuff. I stand out in crowds.
I’m not like all the popular kids in my school,
I dress differently, talk differently, have different interests.
But I do not care, I love being able to express myself
I am the bravest person I know
because the bravest thing you can do is to be yourself
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From the moment we enter crying,
Men shouting from car windows and honking their horns
Living by the way you look, not the way you feel
‘He’s just trying to flirt’ but I told him no already
He never liked me anyway but why did it feel that way
When he didn’t have her, when he needed something to distract him
From the moment we enter dying,
Because people don’t talk about marlin Monroe’s talent or kindness
It’s her body, the sex symbol of a lifetime
People don’t care how she led the way for women for generations to come
But that her statue has ‘nice tits’
We start and end as objects
In a constant cycle that never ends
From grandmother to granddaughter
When will it end?
Sport
Sport is tough
it can be rough
but when you play
all your thoughts go away
there’s a lot of pressure
and a lot to measure,
it can make you cry
but you still always try
to be the best you can be.
That’s what sports mean to me.
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A man on a stage, lonely writing a page
Wonders why he can’t win
The words that he writes, never go to light
The world is so dim
But he thinks one day that people will stay
And accept what he wants to play
It’s not far-fetched or far gone, only not day to day,
A man on a stage, busy playing a song
Knows this is who he wants to be
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If you want compassion, be compassionate
If you want forgiveness, be forgiving
If you want happiness, make someone happy
The only way you can hope to gain something like that is by putting more of it out into the world
Romeo and Juliet
True love will be found by some,
But Romeo and Juliet was not one.
They met when they were both lonely,
And found comfort in each others company.
Juliet was misunderstood,
And Romeo looked like he could,
Hold her hand and try to understand,
But his ego would have gotten in the way,
And their marriage would have ended in a day.
In the end they both died,
But they could have survived.
They felt to die was better than to thrive,
Without the other person by their side.
They were just two people who didn’t know how to live alone.
So I will say it one last time, to finish this rhyme,
True love will be found by some,
but Romeo and Juliet was not one.
I am the dove that flies alone
I am the dove that flies alone
You may have seen me across the moat
With interests so niche
I could never fit in with the fleet
But I don’t mind- I like my time silent in the creeks-
Where I talk with the bats that don’t screech.
For a more social future, I dream-
But eventually I must wake up from my sleep
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I saw you smile across the hall,
Like sunshine breaking through the fall.
I tried to speak but words got stuck,
My heart was loud, my voice ran out of luck.
Your laughter lingers in my head,
Like lyrics to a song I never said.
If only I could make you see,
How much you really mean to me.
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Being a human in this world means being prepared for comparison,
even though we are all different we all have one thing in common
and that is we all secretly dislike something about ourselves.
How are we supposed to like everyone when we don’t even like ourselves.
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Being human is great we get to experience all the good moments
we get to make friends and enjoy them moments with each other.
We also experience bad moments but they never stay bad forever,
them bad moments will always come to an end.
We get to view all the land created and all the creatures there is around us all.
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To be human is to have a soul.
To know emotions and not be told how to feel.
To live with free will and have a choice.
To be loud and proud to have a voice.
To be a human is to make decisions and not be told how to love
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Being human is something special.
Being human is being heartfelt.
Being human is making mistakes.
Being human is being honest.
Being human is being individual.
Being human is being happy.
Being human is being scared.
Being human is being trustful.
Being human is being together.
Being human is being lonely.
Being human is being sad.
Being human is being human.
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Being human is to feel.
Being human is to not be perfect.
Your imperfections is why we are all different
being human is to innovate and follow your own guidelines.
Feeling
From the wind and the rain
the sound and the pain
within all or without
we have doubt
For what was
once were
Human through thunder
In any way makes as sound it shakes
And once in cold with good we mourn
And bad be torn.
Just People
We’re all just people, right?
Messy, loud and full of fight
Hearts that break and dreams that soar
Wanting more, wanting more.
Sometimes lost, sometimes found,
Spinning around and around.
Trying to figure out the way
Hoping for a brighter day.
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Being human means you’re never alone,
You’re always going to find your people,
People who will keep you going.
Being human is being real to those around you.
Don’t hide who you are inside as they are the real you.
Even if you’re not sure how you will turn out in the future, keep going
and appreciate everything that comes to you, every opportunity, every new person, just keep going.
The life of a teenager
Everyone seeks the same clan under the guidance of a leader
following along like sheep, in their own little herds,
unable to escape in fear of being judged or seen as different,
disguising themselves amongst the crowd,
following behind to whatever path it leads
without the possibility of discovering who they could have been as their own individual,
standing out from the crowd.
JUST A GIRL
Beneath the weight of expectation chains,
I’m just a girl
If I don’t have curves,
I’m a box
If I’m too curvy,
I’m an attention seeking fox,
If I wear too much makeup,
I’m a try-hard
If I don’t wear any makeup,
I get called a tard
I can’t show vulnerability,
otherwise, I’m sensitive
I can’t show that I care
otherwise, I’m obsessed
If I try talk about my feelings,
I get called annoying
If I don’t say anything,
I get called selfish
If I see more than one man a week,
I belong to the streets,
But if a man entertains multiple women,
It’s where his legendary title meets
Boys treat me like an animal, a worthless pearl,
but why does it matter?
I’m just a girl.
Sticks and stones
You can hit me,
You can hate me,
You can tease me,
But nobody can
Relieve me from
My own conscience,
And that’s the worst pain of all.
‘Sticks and stones’ they say,
But your harsh words and mine
Left bruises worse than any ‘sticks or stones’
My only wish is that you felt the same
Bruises and cuts on your mind and soul,
As I did mine.
Fear
Fear; it soaks into you,
Like cold water,
Only cold water rinses off,
Not fear.
Fear flows through
You like blood,
Until it’s in every crevice
Of your brain, your heart,
Your soul and your bones.
Fear; get stuck to you
Like oil to a carpet,
Only a carpet can be replaced,
Fear doesn’t leave,
It develops.
Anxiety, it cripples you,
Like a truck driving
on your lungs.
Ringing in your ears.
Sweaty hands.
Cold feet.
No appetite.
Fear; sticks to you,
Like sand on the beach.
Once you think it’s gone
It jumps from around the corner.
Fear spreads,
Like cancer or a wildfire,
Once the damage is done,
There’s no going back.
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I’m a young kid, from a young age
Never been in the back of mum’s cage
I met you when I was seven
Now I am nearly eleven
I never carry a gun
I’m always on the run
It’s not fun
I’m only young
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Love will be your pleasure
Love will be your suffering
Love will be your trip to depression
Love will be yours
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do you remember when we were all at school,
and we were all silly and we used to throw glue sticks at the ceiling…
because we wanted to, and what the hell was she gonna do…
Ms Teacher, there’s 30 of us and one of you…
but the glue stops sticking, Teacher’s tear had to dry…
I don’t think we were malicious
Nah, nah, nah… just a bit messed up inside.
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Looking out the window at the sky
Watching the bird’s fly
While I am in stuck in class
Waiting for the bathroom pass