Opposing Concepts

Think for thought.

Getting ready for Germany.

Tim Bendzko - Nur Noch Kurz Die Welt Retten

Original Ending to “Lesson One” : A Haiku

Some things adults teach
Are wrong. They are not perfect,
And neither are you.

Lesson One (AKA “Adults Are Not Perfect and Neither Are You”)

        By Lila Faria

Education is
When cool air first brushes skin
And you start to cry. 

Education is
When the leaves drop down in fall
And you first ask, “Why?” 

Education is
Breaking mommy’s favorite toy.
Being told you’re “wrong.” 

Education is
Learning how to speak with paint,
By singing a song. 

Education is
When you look up at a sign
And know what it means. 

Education is
Little Mary falling down
And scraping her knees. 

Education is
Learning 2 plus 2 explains
Weather in the sky. 

Education is
Teaching someone else you know.
Answering her “Why?” 

Education is
Something that can be fun though
Many think it’s not. 

Education is
When you see your friend hiding,
Holding sticks of pot. 

Education is
Little Mary falling down
Scraping more than knees 

Education is
Knowing Mary won’t come back.
Hoping she is free. 

Education is
The first time someone loves you
When love is what you lack. 

Education is
Realizing that you were wrong
When you said it back. 

Education is
Learning that flying storks have
Nothing to do with kids. 

Education is
Accommodating for love
With nothing to give. 

Education is
Watching him arrive alone.
Teaching him the world. 

Education is
When he turns to you and says
He knows he is a girl.

“Oh you were beautiful, when your hair was a mess and your face a wreck. You were beautiful when you slept and when you wept. You were beautiful when you never thought you were, because I saw you in those moments, I saw all of you; and oh how I loved you.”

—   T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via theglasschild)
Wie süß wäre das denn wenn jemand echt so über einen denkt ? (via h-auptgewinn)

(Source: tblaberge, via aimless-desire)

This is Blue School

Blue School: Like Gallatin, but for children!

An Apology

By Lila Faria

When we were together, you would tell me
My teeth would grind in my sleep, pent up nerves
Keeping you awake at night.           I’m sorry
My fears, nightmares, which tore apart my bones,
Disturbed your perfect dreams.      I’m sorry I,
The louder of us two, could not stay still
When you would try to rest.            I’m sorry my
Verbal admiration of the ground you
Walked was not enough to keep you.         Sorry
My pain did not give you endless pleasure,
Leaving you room in your schedule to pay
No heed, no worry, no consideration
That I might be in pain when you would tell
Me you felt nothing harmful in the lonely
Feeling of being surrounded by
Your friends, as many as the number of
Teeth in my jaw, yet connected to
No one.           Don’t tell me you are “fine,” when you
Are not.           No one is “fine” when they have no
One they relate to, no one they can
Hold.               Or, at least, don’t expect me to be.

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