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The Chaotic Dance of the Tired Mind

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 09 Apr 2015 11:30:00 +0100

Outside, the sun is bright, the clouds are out, and
inside the piano sits, scores neatly open, ready to play
with my cousins
and all these yell at me. Come, come
in a hypnotic dance
alluring me, dragging my mind
out of its container
that no longer wants to work.
Take me, take me.

Desperately, the container reaches for its contents
and forces them to stay
where I sit, head on table,
pen in hand. But what happens
if they are blank?

Outside, the sun is bright, the clouds are out, and
alluring me, dragging my mind, I sit, head on table,
in a hypnotic dance.
Come, come, where I sit, pen in hand,
out of its container, ready to play
because I no longer want to work.

And all these yell at me,
for, what happens, if I am blank?

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A warm sunny summer.....

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 16 Aug 2013 20:38:00 +0100

I decided to write a poem on how vacations were going to fast, when I found myself writing about school and the other vacations. In the end, I decided to add two stanzas with jumbled up sentences from the whole poem to see how it would sound if school and the other vacations went on during the summer. I hope you like it and feel inspired ;) :P <3

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A warm sunny summer,
a vacation at the beach,
a few fun excursions,
and goals you'll never reach.

Exciting trips to go to,
a swim in the swimming pool
a week full of stress,
and then you're right back at school.

The work starts flooding over,
it’s hard to control,
and before you even know it,
you’re stuck in a hole.

The first vacation comes at you,
you have homework anyways,
and the vacation is short,
a week is only seven days!!!

The school hits you hard,
you can’t stop studying,
‘cause as soon as you stop,
you find yourself flooding.

Christmas sounds long,
it’s about twenty-one days,
but before you even know it,
school comes back to your ways.

So school it’s again,
they make you do resolutions,
but they are for nothing,
‘cause they get you delusions.

Easter it is now,
the weeks of the bunny,
but exams are coming,
it isn’t time to be funny.

Exams end up killing you,
and as soon as you’re done,
you end up your energy,
by boiling in the sun.

A warm sunny summer,
it’s hard to control,
a week full of stress,
you’re stuck in a hole.

Exciting trips to go to,
the weeks of the bunny,
you end up you’re energy,
it isn’t time to be funny.

Understand

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 19:36:00 +0100

In the world that we live in,
whatever happens in this stupid bin,
whether you're black, white or tanned,
nobody ever tries to understand.

They just judge you by the people you support,
by whether your friends are cut short,
by if you like talking openly.
by if you like being flirty.

If you are wierd, different, or shy,
or if you like a random retarded guy,
if you are yourself and not under someone's command,
People think bad about you and don't try to understand.

I am a person as all of you are,
my friends are also people even if you might think they're bizarre,
so try to put yourself into our shoes,
because if you don't it's you people who lose,
I hope my message spreads really far,
because some people don't get to be the lucky star.

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English class

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 20:12:00 +0100

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During english class we learn,
that poetry comes from inside,
but as we are told to write,
i feel like no words can come.

What shoud I choose to talk about,
a chair, some flowers, a doll,
maybe I am thinking to much,
and should write about something small.

Sometimes I think I can write well,
sometimes I think that I suck,
and as I hear and see people read,
I wish to find a topic and finally get some luck.

A storm

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 15 Nov 2012 20:21:00 +0100

I'm feeling sick,
my head's a storm,
it sometimes feels,
like I'm ignored.

In Geography class,
I get bored,
and two annoying boys,
make me and my friend annoyed.

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Everything about today

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 05 Nov 2012 20:18:00 +0100

Today,
I was separated from my friends,
I was told to stay out of the way,
I had seen something that I'm not allowed to say,
which I was confused all the way.

I had eaten half inside, half outside,
I had given my chicken to a friend,
I had seen my friend call my chicken, protein,
and I had seen my friend call spaghettis, barf.

I had done a very easy german test,
I was interrested during science class,
I had eaten delicious crackers,
and I had done my homework fast.

I had gone to see a person who heals with angels,
I had made a cardboard dragon head,
I had prepared a french oral presentation,
and I had sat just writing here.

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Reason Airplane

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 28 Aug 2012 11:17:00 +0100

I think that when I was scared,
it was because I was predicting what would happen,
and to be prepared.

Because one of the things I that was scared,
actually happened like something I nightmared.

My two best friends and my whole last year class,
in a whole new different separated 8th grade class.

But now I am with a nice teacher and two friends I know,
but one of them is planning to pack and go!

And my mother thinks its as easy as to go,
mr. principal will you let my daughter change classes and go?

And when I told my mother that,
she just says why are you to shy and just give it a try?

And when I try to explain,
all the reasons of why to stay,
all of them just float out of my brain,
and just take a random aeroplane!!!!!!

I really really'd like to be in my best friends' class
but not when all the first or second day has already passed.

So I'm just stuck in between these things,
and I just try to forget my day,
but it's as hard as making a recorder out of clay!

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Why dont you show me the proof?

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 23 Apr 2012 18:54:00 +0100

You keep on blaming me,
why don't you show the proof,
how do you know it was me,
and not another girl?

I know the truth but how can you know?
How can you know it wan't me and a bunch of girls?
But no, It's me all alone,
and I am left the blame on.

There was an exact reason I stayed quiet,
and didn't say what you think I said,
But, I do confess I was in the room and heard all they said,
and maybe I did wrong,
maybe I should have told.

Is that what you want?

Do you think I'm the kind of person,
who would have enough courage to do so?
No, and what is your proof then?
That someone told you,
whoever did say that either saw wrong,
or purpusely said it wrong.

I do know who tattletaled,
but it would me tattletaling who it was if I did,
I know who it was,
and I accidently already told,
so I'm not going to tell you who it was.

But my friends know who it was,
and they know it wasn't me,
SO ASK THEM if it was me!

Why dont you show the proof for once,
and maybe I did it wrong,
but for so long,
that is not what I believe.

I think that your proof is simply utterly wrong.

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Piece of Cake

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 19:58:00 +0100

Homework.
Homework, Homework.

I agree that it should be done,
but I think it should be more fun,
than some worksheets that take a day,
or a project which makes time flap away.

I don't know how to get this homework finished,
If I didn't have any I'd be astonished,
but sometimes I just need a break,
And do I have one?
That's like a piece of cake.

I have to do all the homeworks due on monday,
even though it's only thursday,
because if I don't I won't ever have time,
and it's my case: I don't.

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Does it have to be today?

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 20:42:00 +0100

REALLY?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
the last day of school before x-mas,
when I have all these bags?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm supposed to have fun and play,
the day that you're not here?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where it rains like crazy,
where I get soaked and lazy.

Does it have to be today,
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm pretending to be happy,
when inside I feel sad, lost, loneley.

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Oh god, oh god, oh god.

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 20:16:00 +0100

I'm sure nobody ever had ths kind of day before,
Where their day is as messed up than the one I had today.

Oh god before I left to school,
I couldn't find my book,
the book I was supposed to read,
when I was bored in sports.

Oh god when I was on my way to school,
I discovered that I'd forgotten my sling,
And I'd never ever thought before,
how bad It could have been!

Oh god I had lot's of tests today,
A poem for german,
A test for maths,
Oh why all this today ??

Oh god during this whole day through,
seven people managed to,
either bump into me or kick a ball at me,
something that had never even happened once to me before.

OH GOD, OH GOD!
This one is the worst of all,
I'd rather not say but I will,
Today I messed up in front of a big audience,
when I was presenting my group, the guitar ensemble !

But still have I not finished,
when my concert was over,
My mom was in a bad mood,
screaming at my sister and me !

OH GOD, OH GOD,
Please help me,
I'm embarrased,
and more,
so much I can't express it.

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to much help at once

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 20:26:00 +0100

I break my arm,
guess what ?
I think that it's no problem.

But when everyone,
huddles up to help me,
I can't even breathe.

I hate it to have servants,
it is horrible indeed!
You can't help asking for help,
for it is what you need.

Then you feel bad inside,
because you are worried they think,
that you are trying to get attention.

But no,
Oh dear,
I can't even dress my doll.

I can't put on my coat,
It's hard to read,
I can't get dressed,
I can't run,
I can't dance,
I can't play guitar....
WHAT ELSE !

Oh,
I don't know how to express what I feel.
I am a disaster.

I am at the end of this poem and I don't feel like i said enough....

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It's the second school day

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 18:48:00 +0100

Now that school has started,
(today's the second day),
These school running poems,
will be pubished again,
like I do ever year.

It was a rush today,
(Ofcourse the second day),
But you'd never actually imagine the "kilometers",
I really actually ran today.

I don't know if it was a marathon for sports,
or what the heck it was,
but maybe the sports coach is testing,
how much we can run in a day!

Now that I'm home everything is all over,
but I know that tomorrow every thing will start over.

Today,
at eight o'clock
this morning,
I went to history.

I found a girl who went ther too,
and all together two by two,
we tried to find the class.

But we couln't find it,
it was too hard,
so suddlenly,
I figured it out.

It is the class,
where we had french,
the class down stairs,
last year!

So we all rushed down,
and found it,
but that wasn't the class we were supposed to go!

And later on,
my schedule said,
go up the building up the stairs!

when we found it,
all exhausted,
It wasn't there,
where we had to go.

We go to the office,
and they say,
where we should go,
is way back there!

And when we arrive,
we can't find,
what kind of class,
we should go to!

It's all a story,
and it isn't done,
But let's just finish here,
we'll leave it undone.

The rest of the story is way to long,
and you'd be bored the whole day long!

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I don't want it

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 19:48:00 +0100

Now that I know that vacations are really over,
now that I know that the teacher meeting is coming,
now that I know I'm sad that resting is all over,
and that school will start over,

I don't want it.

Maybe I'll make new friends,
but I don't want it.

I want to stay at home and cuddle up,
and sleep, eat, and play all I want.

I just tell you I don't want it.

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Exams

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 17 Jun 2011 18:43:00 +0100

These exams,
annoying,
but it's the way it should be.

Excited for vacations,
but guess what comes first?

How can you be inpatient about an event,
if there's a horrible one before it?

At last exams are nearly over,
just left two or three.

And now I find myself impatient....
for the exams to end.....

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education

eaton.tara@gmail.com (Tara Eaton) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 19:04:00 +0100

why do I have to go to classes?
I wish I could just go to school for recesses
It would make life a hole lot more fun

I know some peole can't go to school
and I know I shouldn't be saying all this because I'm lucky I can go to school
but still..
I wish I was born with all the knowledge I would need in my life

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The testing room

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 12:22:00 +0100

I'm sitting in the testing room,
I have finished my whole exam,
After a while I listen,
I hear a loud,
BANG!!!!

It is just a bottle on the floor,
just like last time,
and now this time the sound is just a,
PING!

It is just a pencil on the floor,
just like last time,
and now this time the sound is a,
CLONG!

It is just a chair on the floor,
just like last time,
and I can't even concentrate,
to make my poem better.

I ask myself I'd rather some voices,
than all these creeching sounds,
what is the point of no talking,
if....

a chair is creeching,
a bottle is falling,
a pencil keeps falling on the floor,
a person is wriggling,
a person has hiccups,
a person is struggling,
a person is drawing,
a pencil is creeching when it draws,
a bottle is rattling when it falls,
WHAT IS THIS CLASS???

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I want no more, this isn't cool!!!

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 12:26:00 +0100

I'm very stressed,
it comes from school,
I want no more,
this isn't cool,
They give you homework everyday,
you can't run around,
you can not play,
the teacher shouts,
the teaher protests,
"You have not done you're 10 billion assignments,"
They give you a project,
due 2 months away,
and you have no time to stand up, and say,
" I have to much homework,
I can not pay,"
The reason why,
is if you have,
homework everyday,
you'll always say,
that you do the homework for tomorrow first,
you then do the rest of the days,"
I'm very stressed,
it comes from school,
I want no more,
this isn't cool!

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The New Girl

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 19:44:56 +0100

There is a new girl in my class,
She is tall and fast.
Her eyes are blue,
Her hair is blond,
She makes me feel like I
Don't belong.
Whenever I open my mouth,
She giggles.
Whenever I move,
She jiggles.
Whenever I blink,
She nudges me.
She is a controller
I want to be free!
She makes me want to hurl,
This stupid,mean,frustrating New Girl!

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I'm in the library

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 12:56:00 +0100

I'm in the library,
and log on to haikufeel,
and I notice I can log in where ever I am.
And I am writing this poem, because I don't know what to write.
I stare at my pencil case,
I stare at my book,
I stare at the computer,
but my eyes hurt.

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Healing

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 15:26:41 +0100

See,this poem is not about school,
It is about ME
And what I did on my two days off
Being sick.
I went to the doctor,got medicine,visited a pharmacy.
Went to another pharmacy,read a book,watched TV,knit,
Wrote a story,missed my friends,
It was driving me round the bend
I slept in my mother's bed
Read another book,
Watched a boring news channel,
Didn't actually cook.
I did my homework,gave my brother my locker key
To fetch my lunchbox fom my locker while I watched TV
Then I knitted and watched reruns,
Designed fashions and wrote too,
I also drank lots water
And I think I got a bit fatter
I had a shower,went to drama and had a yougurt and something Else,and went off to bed.
Slept in until 10 o'clock.
Mum woke me up casually.
Don't worry,I didn't have to flee.
It was Saturday!

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H.O.M.E.W.O.R.K

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 16:40:59 +0100

H is for HARD!
O is for OH MY GOSH!
M is for MILLIONS OF POUNDS!
E is for EEEEEEEP!
W is for WORK!
O is for OHH PLEASE HELP ME!
R is for RIGHT TO HAVE NO HOMEWORK!
K is for KISS.....YOUR BOOKS WHEN YOU'RE DONE!
Oh I write all these poems to express my true feelings
Because when everything is going wrong
And when my mood needs reeling
I just log on here and tap and tap
And soon my poems are posted
And the homework on my lap
Doesn't seem so bad
But it's still alot of
HOMEWORK!

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CONFUSING!

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:31:00 +0100

Whenever my teacher says
'It's is in this room,'
It's actually not!
Here there everywhere
I'm running around school,
Asking classmates,
opening doors,
but I'm still lost.

and when I run back to my teacher,
I say:
OH MY ITS SO CONFUSING!

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the mess there is outside all the corridors

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 18:50:00 +0100

Which is my class,
what is S.L.,
do I have my books,
where do I go?

that happens with all my classes,
and even the classes I know.

there's such a big mess in the corridor,
saying where do I go?

and when you finally get to your classroom,
and when they 'suprisingly' say you're late,
you find out you forgot you're books,
and this is just a fate.

And that's how middle-school is!

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M.S.

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 19:56:00 +0100

It is the begining of a school year,
and it’s time to get sorted,
middle school is more of a jungle,
compared with what I thought before.

There’s so much things to be nervous about,
which one should I start?
maybe all the materials,
my teacher asked for art.

I don’t know where my classes are,
and I’m starting to mess up,
I take so much time to find the classroom,
that I think I would have time to dress up.

I have the:
Eiger building,
Mont Blanc building,
Picasso building,
Voiron building,
Oops, I forgot the Cervin and Saleve buildings!

I have geography lessons,
german lessons,
english lessons,
history lessons.

I have french lessons,
science lessons,
maths lessons,
VOCAB lessons.

I have drama lessons,
computer lessons,
reading lessons,
Art lessons.

Now you know how Middle school is,
but you still might think Middle school is exiting,
but I truly tell you,
And my friends all agree,
that middle school is a.....
MESS!

By Judit Duran

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discusting

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 18:55:00 +0100

Discusting I say,
when I see that playground,
when I smell it even,
from far away.

Some of it is green,
some of it is brown,
but they don't really know,
it is discusting smashed up painted car wheel tire.

All my friends go there,
and that makes me sad,
my mum doesn't let me go there,
and that also makes me mad.

But I don't care anyways cause it's,
discusting, smelly, green and brown,
smashed up, painted, car wheel tire.

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To Strict

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 19:14:00 +0100

Me and somebody else stand,
trying to make the students quiet,
and we have just discovered that,
being a class monitor is hard!

The students are so noisy,
so we give them a warning,
and somebody protests:
"the class monitors are too...

STRICT!!!! "

By Judit Duran calzada

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