Have you ever been home and just cried yourself asleep. Well I know I have. Have you ever heard your mom ever tell you you’re not as important as the tenants. Have you ever heard the word love and only thought emptiness. Well I know I have. It seems like everything at school is just grade, grades,grades. Sometimes I just wish I could go back to being a toddler, saying ” When I grow up I want to have fun.” Now I have same dream as a toddler. All I want to do is have fun. It seems like I can’t do that until I raise my grades. Teachers you need to learn you’re molding a kids future right now. Thanks to schol I’ve gone home cried myself out hoping one day someone will hear me. Yet in never ever happens. If you want to be loved as a kid in my house it’s an 85 or above. And ELA just doesn’t go into my fricken head. I don’t even give a shit for french. Writing is the only thing I love to do, but some people don’t understand that I do care for my grades. I need to get into a good high school. so many people have supported me till now, and I just realized the only thing that is stopping me is me. Sometime you have to fake being you to actually become you.
The next poem I wrote (I'm not sure what it is called) was written on 5/4/09. I think I wrote it just so I could get a little self confidence. ANyway It doesn't reall have a rythm or a ryme, it just like life, in that way.
Unwritten but founded
Sing and chirp like a bird.
Fall and break like a twig.
Red eyes are born by anger.
So don't expect me to fly.
I want to go home alone.
I wanna be in my zone.
I don't give shit about community.
So please move on and let me be.
I want to be the scupturer not the murderer of art.
These are things I'll deal with now but I promise you 10 years from now, I will be a predator, not a herbivore.
I'm a different person.
I'm the same guy but not the same person.
I hate you know, so please just let me move along.
You use to be there to push me further.
My arms were open for you and me.
Now they're just for me when I'm alone.
I want you back, but I can't forget the past.
I wish I could run away from the time and pressure and still have you there in my grasp
Instead you've changed.
Are hugs mean nothing the way we look at each other is shallow.
I've moved on and I know you have.
So I just want to tell you right now
Starting over
I bloomed another flower,while the old one I drowned.
It started out as a seed that would not grow.
So then I gave it some sunlight and it turned into my whole world.
I know it will get killed by an animal.
But While I have it I will embrace it.
Just slap someone
I am so pissed off I just want to let it out.
Last year I spoke of love this year I speak of hate.
Gossip, Gossip, sex and drugs.
I don't know if I can take it any longer.
Am I in a dream, last year was so much fun.
I'm not gonna lie but this year I hate ms.51.
Am I really a teen.
When I was young I thought it would be fun.
I want this chapter to finish but it seems that this book is to long.
Parents are eeven acting different.
Just yesterday a friends mom threw out my shirt.
Take me out of this skin and book.
And start a new one written by me.
The joke you want to understand. The riddle you laugh at.
March 3rd, 2009 by adam704 in Uncategorized · No Comments
The tittle is saying that you want to fit it an understand someone or something. The riddle you laugh at is when something is so hard you just laugh and say this is impossible. That’s what I felt at madison square garden. It was a snow day, the day was 3/2/09. There was a tournament set up by Billie Jean King. She wanted there to be two games of one set, and whoever wins that goes into the finals. Once in the finals they would play a whole game. To start of I am Serbian. Tennis is very popular in Serbia. I go there every summer and they have posters of famous serbian tennis players. Mostly of Novac Djokovic, Ana Ivanovich, and Jelena Jankovic. Now out of the four players playing at madison two of the serbs I just named were there. So at opportunity like that me and my dad could not resist. So we get there and the serbs lose there matches first chance. Then after the two minutes everyone is talking about how great Billy Jean King was on the field/stadium. Then they announce that Bill Clinton was coming on stage. Everyone stood up to see him, except my dad and some other serbs. The reason is cause in 1999 America bombed the capital of Serbia. They killed several thousand serbs. I’ve been to Serbia and saw what was left of those buildings bombed. My closest friends there were in the basement making sure they wouldn’t get hit by a bomb. The pain in my dad was burning. So as soon as Bill Clinton started to talk about peace and shit my dad yelled at madison square garden ” War criminal, remember what you did to Yugoslavia 10 years ago.” Then half of the stadium heard some looked back and others didn’t Bill Clinton obviously didn’t. I mean he’s famous it would look bad if he talked back. The kids looked back at my father and looked at him as if he was the war criminal. I really wanted to yell at my dad and say shut up. I wanted to side with my dad but, I couldn’t. I don’t know why. I wanted to take each of those kids heads and shove them in each others mouths. I wanted to beat the shit out of them. I look back at it an I say is Bill Clinton fucking retarded going to a tennis match where the crowd is filled with serbs. Obviously he should’ve seen this coming. 2 of my friends said my dad should’ve been honored to meet Bill. Are they fucking kidding, seriously 7,000 people. Thats .07% of are population. Im glad my dad did this cause he let what he was holding in out. Luckily one person understood my dads point of view, it wasn’t who i expected but I was happy. If you’re going to call my dad a retard look at Kosovo and how they tore it away from us. Kosova is the heart of Serbia. If you’re gonna call my dad a retard go to beograde and look at the building that no longer stand, and the only thing left is ashes. Hopefully this will get more people understand my point of view, maybe one day you will as well.
The Wall I love
If you think I'm not offended guess again.
You think you can take advantage of the ones I love.
Guess again.
My dad may not talk much, yet I love him. When I was young mom would always scream and yell,
yet he was still there.
He and me went into the my room turned of the lights and gazed at the stars out the window.
If you think I don't have a connection guess again.
No matter who you are, you can't cure me better then my dad can.
I'm the oil in the water but my dad's the best way to purify me.
You are nothing but a mere frog inside of that intoxicated water.
Me and my dad have always loved night walks cause they're so quite and peaceful.
We hold hands and nothing can break us.
If you think you can take advantage of that or mock him you know what will happen.
The thing's you're doing are just pulling my catapult farther back making it ready to launch.
Eventually it will reach it's limit and hit you full force.
Word are strong but actions are stronger.
This isn't a threat just a way to say stop.
Comments (8)
dannyl704 said
at 6:01 pm on May 5, 2009
nice!
chanya said
at 10:36 am on May 18, 2009
i likey very much
ingrid said
at 10:43 pm on May 19, 2009
i like the one about slapping people.
maitreya said
at 10:24 am on May 21, 2009
ha, zacks mom. lol. nice deep poems though. u write long onees. ccoool. the bush is cool.
704niall said
at 10:29 am on May 21, 2009
Unwritten but founded is really good. Like better than ur g-pa's
nothing to revise there
704niall said
at 10:30 am on May 21, 2009
Billie Jean King and just slap someone are such violent poems! I love it! Their are really good.
sylvia said
at 10:33 am on May 21, 2009
i agree with . . . all of you.
slapping is good adam. just don't give anyone a bloody nose.
maitreya said
at 10:36 am on May 21, 2009
yeeeah! hi wufgyh
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