School is cool.

I'm coaxing my printer like a dog with a toy
Ink levels low and on the last sheets of paper, you made it, good boy

But hey, At least it isn't two am
At least it is 12 whole hours before I have to turn this in

Essays and math problems, my to do list, take a look
I live by the deadlines, and I miss reading books

I squeeze in last second poems around notes and maps
And I'm forever fighting a battle with nap-attacks

Slumped over a desk, my constant station
Welcome to EDUCATION

today was a poem

White and two stripes red

Music and a swingset

Art and dancing shoes

Kid who knows he's cool.

Friday Haiku

Growing up is just
The monsters under the bed
Moving to your head

Stiches

The only rule to fairy tales

Is you can't wish

For more wishes

But sometimes you need just one more

When you nearly miss,

When there's near misses

Sometimes the mirror

Is a magnifying glass

Showing nothing 

But blemishes

Sometimes its the wounds inside that need fixing
But can't be fixed with any stitches

Not A Poem

I'm fresh out of inspirational quotes

Don't know what to tell you team

The secret I'm holding back is
I'd much rather be asleep

Can I show you to the door?

Can I direct you away?

Go read Emily Dickson if you

Want poetry today

This Has No Deeper Meaning

The paradoxical rain is the one that never falls

That's a metaphor for myself, because I don't understand it at all

If the only thing keeping us rooted is gravity

Then we haven't really learned anything, have we?

Isn't it funny how they'll try and pick this apart?

Dissect the body
Crack the ribs
Find a mechanical heart

Number A

I refuse

To be a statistic

The 25th or 95 percentile cannot determine my characteristics

I am not 

A size on sale

Or a grade point average on a weighted scale

A rank does not determine my worth 

Any more then a mirror does

I was given a number since the moment I entered this earth

But I am not just a number, I never was

I refuse 

To be a statistic

I'd rather be a jumble of letters

Individualistic