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Poetry is like a puzzle To be solved, tiny words Pieces Fitting together To create whatever you wish Edges Meeting edges Some are wrong but I Can never quite figure out Why Until the final picture Makes itself known Months pass yet still Disjointed I just can’t figure you out

Driving 110km down the highway; Eight hours on the road and I'm drinking ridiculous amounts of iced tea while you're resting one hand on the steering wheel, arm lazing on the open window ledge. Air conditioning full blast, music deafeningly competes with the silence That comes when the singing stops. Thirty five degrees and twelve years of friendship. And if we're honest it's much too hot to talk anyway.

Schools are institutions designed for teaching; helping to expand knowledge and nurture each person’s true potential as they grow. Yeah right. Let’s place multiple students in the same room based on age, and expect them to all get along and learn things. There is no distinction between maturity levels, willingness to be taught, or creative intelligence and logical intelligence. No. Instead, students are spoon fed everything. There is no sense of discovery, no wonder or excitement as we formulate our own opinions and begin to try and understand things in our own way. No. Instead, the world is made up of atoms and elements and that