Highschool Poems

When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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In the late night listening from bed
I have joined the ambulance or the patrol
screaming toward some drama, the kind of end
that Berky must have some day, if she isn't dead.
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Everyone goes through this
years of life that you'll miss
The time of your life to make friends
The time were goodbye means it ends
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We stripped in the first warm spring night
and ran down into the Detroit River
to baptize ourselves in the brine
of car parts, dead fish, stolen bicycles,
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Could I love you more tomorrow
then I love you now today?
to feel the depth of my love for you
evertime you go away?
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The whisper of your name crossed the night
In a gentle breeze a reminder became mine-
O'er this star spangled galaxy of midnight
Long past decades O' time;
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A great arena of induced fake profound
Where warriors plucked their stoned swords
From the graveyard of the blurred fortress
Monuments hanging on forsaken gates
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Open your window,
you can see my childhood
waving naughty hands at you.
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Looking back
At my past
Oh! my god
It has gone so fast
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The days are getting colder.
Without a single hi.
My heart is freezing over.
Cause this is our goodbye.
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I have meet so many people..
Some of them become my friends..
some, it just not work out..
But here comes a girl..
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Heartbreak
A universal word with just ONE meaning
We've all seen it before
First hand or someone else
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Oh, you night- you poof up sirens,
Finally to uneasy capsizing bed you keep me from
Remembering to look at and worry
Over my face,
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a new walk
a new scene
that i find myself in
with the prettier girls
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Everybody says I'm too intense and I say
you sure as hell aren't.
And since I was sixteen in highschool
and before that in the local neighbourhood
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I very much appreciate breathing in the shadowed
Real-estate of your distance:
All the cars seem to be buzzing upward satisfied in their
Air-conditioning, while I get quotes on house insurance:
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I notice that you've made it to the top,
Successful beyond compare.
You don't come here to visit anymore,
We think you have stopped, and really don't care?
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Kampuchea,1975
Not too long ago
The Khmer Rouge Regime arose
All the intellectual, religious, and foreigners fell
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I have searched for a long time..
I have experience stress and depression in finding a true friend..
then, one day, i have met two persons..
i thought, i have found a long time friend in them..
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Memories...
Always lovely and beautiful.

My village of scenic beauty, its story never ends, the villagers so simple and peace loving, in the realms of time their memories add smile to my loneliness.
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what can eyewhites do that sit
like a couch for two marbles
that take in light like invisible
blackholes of agony and nothingness
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There was a man I knew since I was in Highschool. I met him with peculiar hobby or should I call it temporary obsession.

He began his fascination with the gentle cooing of pigeons. I remembered how proud he was when he had shown me a bird loft he crafted with his own hands, pouring his heart and soul into each meticulous detail. Soon, he found himself immersed in the world of pigeon racing. He dreamt of being the best pigeon breeder in town.
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watching workload two girls bite the bit at school focused
climbed scholastic ladder lessons oldest at university received
three scholarships one paying $30,000 three years fees paid
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Inflation is a topic well known,
What is the cost of the petrol?
A juvenile delinquent knows all,
Insolence acquires the molotov like a tool,
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Arnob Khan Akib (born Jul 02) , is a Bangladeshi singer-songwriter, and music producer. Arnob is a multi-instrumentalist who taught himself how to play the drums, guitar, bass guitar, piano, and was in his highschool band, playing alto, tenor, and baritone saxaphone. Even though he was also musically gifted with a voice to sing, he rarely sang because of his shyness.

Arnob Khan Akib was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh. At an early age he was immersed in music. His father was and is currently the lead soloist at the church of his upbringing. His father helped to nurture his musical talents, spending countless hours with his son, singing and playing various instruments. At age 2 he first held a drumstick, and at age 5 he became the drummer for the churches youth choir. When the same vacancy arose in the adult choir, Stephen filled in becoming his churches lead drummer. He is heavily involved with his church, singing solo's, playing the piano, and also guitarist for his church's male chorus.
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Dillip Fill-ip and his merry English
where can we find such an gangman
who has supportive friends
like Valsa -Wellsa, Mishra-wishra,
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He stretched himself and anon prostrate lay.
Cold thoughts training across his bland mind:
A long-ago chum to excess distant labors lost,
Others whose tales you on dusty epitaphs find.
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So many people thriving in life,
Traveling the world or being a wife.
Then here am I, working to survive.
Is it really "so great" Im alive?
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I am the vent while she's a volcano
Erupting mantles of demon attractions

Turn a demon to a friend, says my physio
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