January 17

Remember How We Forgot

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Remember How We Forgot

Remember how we forgot that looks are not all that is important.

Remember how we forgot that being perfect is only an illusion,

that we don’t need to become objects that are praised by others for us to feel secure and happy.

Remember how we forgot that each one of us is a treasure,

that our worth is not directly proportional to how good we look.

Remember how we forgot that beauty is not just the outer shell protecting us from the world,

but instead it runs through our veins and makes us who we are.

Remember how we forgot that the heart yearns for love and affection,

not just for the way we are all sculptured.

Remember how we forgot that we always get the love we think we deserve,

not the love that moulds our souls into something else.

Remember how we forgot that beauty is not just in us but all around us,

that the moments we take to stare up at the starry night sky make us feel loved and content.

Remember how we forgot that we are all frosty snowflakes,

not two in the world that are the exact same.

Remember how we forgot that we carry our hearts on our sleeves,

not realizing the cruel people of this harsh universe are ready to step on it.

Remember how we forgot that beauty only makes an appearance when we decide to be ourselves,

otherwise it hides away behind the painted mask on our face.

Remember how we forgot to find beauty in the imperfect things,

that imperfection is beautiful.

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January 17

It Hurts When You’re Not Smiling

For my spoken word poem, I decided to write about something that I felt was very important to me, which is smiling. But I found that with all the stress and homework that comes with high school, it was really hard to do this. So I decided to write about how smiling is a beautiful gift and we mustn’t forget to do it, as a little reminder to myself; because it hurts when you’re not smiling. 🙂 

~~~

Remember when you were little, like baby little?

How you would always have a smile on your bright shining face.

No matter what you were doing, you were always smiling;

showing your two front teeth.

Oh how excited you were when those teeth fell out.

You just couldn’t wait to put it under your bed

and wake up the next morning,

finding a gold coin instead.

The joy it brought,

feeling a gold coin in the palm of your hands,

it just made you so content.

But day by day,

the older you got,

the more your smile chipped away.

What happened my dear friend?

Did you forget how to smile?

Because it hurts when you’re not smiling.

Oh how you were born with such a gift God could ever give,

and you just throw it away like this.

A smile is a gift we all get

and you must use it to your full extent.

So what made you stop smiling all these years my dear friend?

Was it the monster under your bed,

who put fears into your head?

Or the tiger and the shark rocking the arch?

Oh how it hurts not seeing you smile.

When there’s so much joy the world brings.

The parties and the piñatas.

Don’t you recall such a thing?

Is there stress running through your body?

Or an anxiety attack or two?

I promise all this will be over,

if you just share a smile or two.

It hurts when you’re not smiling.

Don’t you want to smile and live a long life?

Or maybe even save someone’s with the big smile you grew.

Would a chocolate bar help you smile?

Or a dozen bucks or two.

What can I do to make you smile?

Please I’m begging you.

Won’t you start smiling again my dear friend?

Like the days before you grew old.

Isn’t your life missing something you wish you didn’t misplace?

The baby teeth made you smile,

even on those dark stormy nights.

Oh how I wish you didn’t lose the little grin.

Because money cannot replace such a thing.

Wake up from your old misery my dear friend.

Everything will be better,

you don’t have to pretend.

It’s the tough time like these

where a smile can put those days to an end.

Put all your worries behind my friend.

Because the world loves you,

and it hurts when you’re not smiling.

Video:

https://www.dropbox.com/s/hqxcie7vhjjltqf/It%20Hurts%20When%20You%27re%20Not%20Smiling.mp4?dl=0ideo:

Photo Credits:

http://media4.popsugar-assets.com/files/2014/01/02/804/n/24155406/578a1afcd0742d96_tooth-fairy-main.jpg.xxxlarge/i/Tooth-Fairy-Gift-Ideas.jpg

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January 16

Ventriloquist

i let You

speak for me.

You make

my mouth move.

But it is not

my words

i say.

It is Your words

i say.

And sometimes—

sometimes they

are very

ugly.

You have made

me so

ugly.

Yet i still seem

to smile.

But it is

not my smile.

It is

Yours.

Image source:

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xZYzEMQQ1k/S3ucNm07OgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Qt08_10Hhk/s400/westonart.jpg

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January 16

What I Know to Be True…

We are birthed from our mothers womb.

Innocent,

yet once we consume ourselves into the world,

we become different creatures.

Life is a forever cycle,

death is ongoing,

and birth is common.

It is up to us to stop and look,

to stop and wonder,

to stop and realize

what life has made of us

before we get consumed…

we fail, we fall, we stumble, we face pain

but that is not what matters.

what matters is how hard we are able to get hit, and still get back up,

to either be pushed back down or rise sky high to prove what your really worth.

After all success is not determined by skill or talent…

it is determined by character.

Your ability to overcome those obstacles and think beyond them.

Your drive is what matters.

Your passion.

Your motivation.

Your inspiration.

For in the end we are all going to meet in the same place once again.

We are buried into the soft brown soil, and covered with green grass as a blanket laid upon us to silence.

We remain forever banished underground.

Surrounded by nothing but darkness.

~~~ Group: Manvir, Alisha, Andrew, Ziyana, Gavin~~~

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January 16

Forced Sleep

You slide my eyelids shut

and braid my lashes tight

into silent, sleek ropes

of prison.

You pour liquid shadows

into the pupils of

my softening eyes,

so it hurts to see the light,

so that sharp glares spin themselves with

pain into the sleep-twisted

caverns of my mind, like

hard, unchewed food as it

slides down throats: scraping and

stinging and striking my

soft flesh.

You play lyrical lullabies on my

harpsichord-key teeth and

whisper to me tuneful fantasies of sleep

soft beds with smooth sheets.

You numb the throb and stab of a

fraying awareness… yet

you also sooth the demons-

who touch and flirt with my

insides until they seep blood.

You make me forget:

suffering does not equal serenity.

Sleep does not equal rest.

You play my heartstrings like

a harp,

you coax my frantic lungs

into slowing their pace.

Your teeth are pens seeping

ink into my bloodstream like a sedative,

You course through me faster

than adrenaline, but

just slower than panic,

seducing me into your

tyrannical embrace.

You hum sweet cradle songs

to the tide of my blood,

you match my breath to the

flutter of eyelids whose

tenants see worlds made

of fantasy gone wrong.night

And when my eyes do close-

you braid my lashes tight

into silent, sleek ropes

of prison darker than night.

 

 This poem is an expression of sleep’s oppressive nature. Perhaps few of us realize it, but sleep has become increasingly forceful in our lives, to the point where many of can barely function because sleep has a sharp hold on our minds. We covet sleep constantly, yet what we are really looking for is rest. Nevertheless, sleep clings to us all day everyday, and slowly seduces us into succumbing to its tyrannical and deceptively soft nature. 

 

 

Citations:

“Sleep Tight.” By Frankief on DeviantArt. Web. 6 Dec. 2015. <http://frankief.deviantart.com/art/Sleep-Tight-324800884>.

“Is Seven Hours A Night The Optimal Amount Of Sleep?” Fast Company. 22 July 2014. Web. 6 Dec. 2015. <http://www.fastcompany.com/3033373/work-smart/is-seven-hours-a-night-the-optimal-amount-of-sleep>.

 

 

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January 16

What I Want

I am a glutton

Filled with cold hearted greed,

For the things I lust after;

For the things that I need.

Would you spare me your engine?

Your most crucial part?

To warm up my insides,

I desire a heart.

On top of that, please,

Include just for me:

The warmth of another,

To answer my plea.

And when I grow weary,

From this world’s pain,

Would you spare me a shoulder?

Your loss is my gain.

Though shoulders grow tired,

As does my will.

Share me your embrace,

To stop this lonely chill.

And in your arms,

Perhaps I would find,

Whatever we call safety;

The illusion of the mind.

The most important of all,

And definitely most rare,

Is to split the lost treasure;

Your love, if you dare.

Written by Lucas, on behalf of team Cayleigh, Ziyana, Ryan, Masooma, Rajneet

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December 14

seven things i know to be true

i know that the best people to hold hands with

are the ones with callouses on their palms and fingers

because they have fought to be here.

 

i know that butterflies are the multi-hued versions of angels on earth

and the reason they have such small, brittle lifespans is

because they are missed in the heavens above.

 

i know that i will have a child one day

innocence and purity; pure love is so very beautiful and so very admirable

because that is so very rare in our world now.

 

i know that sharing a name with another is supposed

to be a cause for unity and celebration and joy but it is not

because their name is more well-known than mine.

 

i know that you should treat others like trees in that

some of the most beautiful ones are the ones unlike any other

because you don’t chop it down for being different.

 

i know that we have all let someone down at one moment or another

but the very, very special ones have learned the very difficult skill of forgiveness

because we are all worth that.

 

i know that we tend to believe others bring out the best of us

but i think these qualities were always hidden right behind our twinkling eyes

because the words and opinions of others do not determine our worth

 

poetry challenge number three / claire b. / summaiya, mandeep, katherine, jade

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November 17

The Book and The Cup of Tea

Dear my little cup of tea,

You’re full of hot burning passion that stains my pages,

that keeps a little part of you with me

every single day.

A warm little kiss

that leaves me wanting more.

You make me hazy with your powerful aroma; a blissful state.

The only thought that crosses my pages

are words that I write but will never be read.

As I lie back, merely a first draft,

all the words that define me, soon to be scrapped.

Leaving me with nothing

but the simple idea of you.

Even if you leave me for the biscuit,

you can always fall back on me.

Let me be your spine.

As my plot continues on,

and your taste begins to fade

maybe, just maybe,

we can reach the conclusion

together… someday.

// A poem by Areeb, Arsal, Ayat, Faith, and Dania

 

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November 17

a love letter: from a paint palette to a crystal ball

i am so very in love with you

you are made of misty blues and

purples and hope for better times

 

i remain stained

with shades of forgotten pasts

and beautiful creations

that will remain unfinished

 

i am so very envious of you

warm hands that are so very thoughtful

press against you with curious palms

 

i remain untouched

except to be buried under

beautiful hues that will always

be more loved than i

 

i am so very in love with you

with your glowing future and my pigmented

past, baby, we could paint a masterpiece

 

i remain unnoticed

because you, my love, have become

entranced by these transluscent possibilities

and i long to be the future you see

 

 

Summaiya A., Claire B., Jade B., Katherine C., Mandeep S.

(picture credit)

 

 

 

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