here are the poems i had promised

Leaves
yellow leaves fall in a pattern
so do green and orange too
in a windy cold fall morning
you can see too
they fall in spirals 1,2,1,2
they make us happy just like leaves should do

Soul train to nowhere

She is beautiful as a full moon in a late summer sky
i try to show her my growing affection my divine true love perfection
but possible as it is i cant for her circle of enemies her drugs her lies
i try to show her the way i try and i try
i fail to breach through her because she still lies still lies
she comes to school like a broken soul crying as could be
she wouldn't have felt this way if she was with me
i still try to long to her that i am the better one
But still she dosent see and now she is gone
everyone is there even her friends i see
they all sit there absent of their glee
no affection or love this saddens me
if she would have seen the error of her ways
the way i tried to show her she would have stayed with me
she would

Hearts
hearts are red
filled with pride
watch them glow
watch them stride
filled with joy
fueled with fun
but hearts are temporary
you only have one
treat them well
and they'll treat you
for hearts are only one
and they resemble you 

Bullets are blue

Bullets are blue
shotguns are red
i will watch you fall on the floor
and splatter your head
eat your eyes and burn your brain
make you feel all this pain
laugh and shatter all your hopes
you will be the one who sits and mopes
but its okay because were all a team
THE US ARMY WILL MAKE EVERYTHING GREEN


Bored

Sitting watching listening learning
these 4 motions are quiet exhausting
for long periods of time they seem repulsive
but i find a way to pass the time
with making little rhymes like these
time has passed and i am done
ready sprout
ready to run 

A ravens flight

The water drops upon a cold flat rock

All falls into motion, the key fits into the lock

I stand  on the cliff and look deep into the night

A sudden chill comes up my spine, gives me a fright

I turn viciously and swiftly to see

but there is not even a breeze to set my emotions free

It's trapped within me like a rhythm in a song

This insidious vibe, I can't stay long

As I turn back again I see

The water drips on the cold flat rock in front of me

The night is now clear not even a breeze to rock the tree

I sit on the cliff and watch the stars illuminate the sky

So beautiful It makes even the most stoic will certainly cry

The essence of a strawberry

The essence of a strawberry comes deep within the soul

Buried deep under a dark rock and kept away

No this is ours, this nobody stole

Keeping it safe when times are gray

The strawberry’s exterior is red with love

It will make the weakest stronger than ever

A heavenly fruit that surely came from above

Believe in the essence  forever

The essence of the strawberry comes within each and every creature

If you try it is not hard to find

Surely it highlights your true and greatest feature

For this trait I'm sure you will not mind

So the truth is the strawberry's  is really you

sweet inside and red with beauty outside nothing is more true 

Life

Life is like a bunch of lemons, or so it seems

Every day brings you closer to your dreams

Like a countdown that never ends

The possibilities are limitless

Perfection in life is hard but it is achievable

Sometimes you may be discouraged, seems perceivable

For this journey is truly primeval, but all it takes is believal

A sad sigh, a short upheaval

You feel sad but the happiness is soon to come

Feeling cold maybe even numb

But don't give up, you will reach your path

Because life is like a bunch of lemons

At first it's sour

Then it's sweet

Hospital drama

The patient is rushed into the hospital

Noise bounces off the walls and amplifies

There is a cacophony of screams but no one seems to care

But then comes silence

The silence punctures the ears of every human in the room until the doctor reveals the truth

He has passed 

Hi guys i love how there are 74 page views. :)
Thank you so much for putting in the time and reading my blog,.
I am hoping to put up a few poems and maybe even a short story by the end of the week.
Keep reading my friends.


-M

Tuesday 1:15

An hour and fifteen minutes have passed since my previous mental articulation. To me it seems like the perception of time flies, and each idea I fathom is expelled within minutes from my cranium. This curse is ruthless, but I must fight each day to keep it from persisting. My brain is slower than most individuals, in the focus aspect especially. I battle the sluggishness of the mind by drinking excessive doses of caffeine to keep myself on task. I understand  the repercussions on my health caffeine may have but without it I wouldn't be able to even do the simplest of things. Currently I am sitting in one of my favorite teacher’s classes, teacher Y. Teacher y has been the most helpful person in regard to helping me with my writing and I accredit her for doing so. She always encouraged me to persist the writing career within me, and through that motivation I began this journal. Anyway, I sit in my class munching on one of my grandmother’s famous turkey sandwiches.  The salty taste of the turkey in cohesion with the soft fluffy characteristics of the black bread complete the perfect equation for the sandwich. I munch into it delight fully savoring each bite. The flavor is so orgasmic that it simply makes my toes curl, but to the outsiders eye it is just a sandwich. The reason to why  I enjoy this sandwich so much is due to the hard work my grandmother put into it. You see out of all the people in my family I respect my grandma the most. Why, one may ask, she is just some old fucking geezer ? Well the answer is simple; she puts her blood and sweat into each activity.She had to struggle in the soviet union ,being a Jew, and still made a very great success as an engineer .I love how a multitude of people constantly talk about success, but never amount to it. To achieve something, one must put in their sweat and blood into an activity.  This is why I adore hard working people because they are the ones who survive in our world. The ones who just simply get  through life thinking it is easy ,die young, or end up in the shittiest position there possibly is.  Life is one that only provides as much as an individual is willing to apply to it,being one of those constituents, I  apply my heart and soul to this task. Hopefully, life will grace me with this privilege and I will become what I set out to be, but for now life has only DE- motivated me in each of my attempts to succeed. I look down with disappointment upon my phone to see which teacher I must satisfy today to bring my atrocious grades to a standard. My grades are horrible at the moment, but mainly due to the characterless classes I am in. I wish I could see the reality of education, and not be imprisoned in my own mentality to do such idiotic tasks. Even now I am laughing at the astonishment that my class views a popularized movie dealing with dream theory. Each individual sits with a blank gaze as the main character starts speaking with high level vocabulary. Most of them are disinterested in the actual meaning of the movie, but  rather being drawn in by the testosterone rush they receive. Oh wow! Look at that gun! Boom yeah!!!Fucking imbeciles, little do they know they are actually being seduced by the masses in Hollywood. Well it’s time for class to end and I must stop yet again. If any of you are reading through this and have any suggestions to make, please feel free to help me out.

-M 

A bit of an intro

Through constant persecution I still strive, and with strong belief in that of what I feel, I find that this journal is my only way to prove my true potential to the rest of this self assuming and mentally restricting society we live in. In this journal I choose to speak the truth feeling apathetic to any offense that significant individuals mentioned in this journal may have. Being a strong believer in the English proverb, "The pen is mightier than the sword", I will pay no attention to any individual trying to silence my thought process. Thank  and I hope you enjoy this enthralling journey into my subconscious.

The beginning

Tuesday 11:45 am

The anger within me rises to an exponential level as I overcome yet another seemingly trivial obstacle in my mentally challenging life. Why must I be subjected to such an unusually cruel punishment? Why must I deserve the ecstatic pleasure of constantly being labeled a stupid kid, when in reality my intellect far exceeds that of my corresponding peers. Hmm, I dunno, maybe it’s because our society picks out a set profile for each one of our outcasts, or “weird” as the dull minded may say. I guess I am a weird kid,.Throughout  my life people have easily pointed out flaws about me in each aspect of society I applied to. Oh, he is the one who asks too many questions, or wow look at that outrageous Jew fro. Although I admit at first the Jew fro comments made me frustrated and upset, I now look upon them as a comical way of identifying me around school. Ok so getting back to the task at hand, today was a rather ecstatic day for me; HSPA math test day. This is the day that we as students are subjected to prove our intelligence and acquired knowledge to the wonderful state of New Jersey. The acronym originally stands for High school proficiency assessment, but to me this translates into Hopeless Success and Predisposition Anxiety. The ironic factor of the situation is that the guidance department, who I love with a burning passion, created a whole separate assembly to address the matter. The monotonous information that they would drone on and on about simply got on my nerves. Bring a calculator she said, no shit Sherlock how else are we going to do math problems in the allotted forty minutes.  Pardon me for being explicit, but  the lack of common reasoning and knowledge  that most teachers in this school posses is insufficient for furthering our education .  An perfect example of this accusation would be teacher X. Teacher X is one of my most hated teachers.This is due to his inability to explain the topic in his classroom coherently to the students in the classroom. Instead of visually enhancing the mind of the student, teacher X gives the students numerous worksheets, without proper applied practice. This is quite funny because my grade in his class is an F, but this is due to my extensive interests outside the perimeter of my high school, such as my passion with writing. I apologize but I must abruptly end on a flat note, but will continue when an opportunity to write arises. Just like each day this falcon must proceed to walking instead of soaring.

-M