I feel like a lot of writing is....................... sad. And hey, sometimes mine is too. It's how I feel. But I am going to try to make my writing happy, hopeful, inspiring. Or at least, if it has to be sad, make it angry, easy to relate to, and humorous. Throw some good stuff in there I guess.
New York, although I was only there for a few hours, was a breath of fresh air. Although I don't really know if you can call New York air fresh. It was a brief taste of something different. Which apparently is what you need when you are not sure where to go, what to do, who to see.
So yeah. Oh hey and shout out to mah new followers. Thank you! I always enjoy feedback.
It is all a mask, you claim.
Your games are foolish and your life is silly,
All a work of your imagination.
You wear several layers of clothes
Just to protect your skin from the world -
Hiding your fingers with gloves
So you can still recognize their shape,
Watch them move
Before you but feel nothing.
You would never know,
Never even guess how much
You taught me,
Your subconscious lessons engraved in my mind,
Stuck to me
Like your stupid layers,
Unable to remove.
As I walked down this tired road,
Weary with thousands of footprints,
You were suddenly stripped away.
Your layers peeling
Off, leaving my skin cool.
And for the first time in years
I took off
My shoes
And felt the ground beneath my feet.
"The school system was invented by industrialists, and its only function was to train people to work in factories. When you slap on top of it standardized testing and No Child Left Behind, what you are left with is a system optimized for compliance - the opposite of what we need. What we need to teach is how to solve interesting problems." -Seth Godin
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