Windows to the Soul

These eyes betray me

They tell my story

They just won’t let me hide

Their color warms to a golden honey

When from my heart love oozes

But when the honey hardens

and turns to a topaz

It means I’m crushed

and I all I want is to hide

These eyes betray my every move

They give away my story

The ivory changes with the tinge of blood

When tears have stained these cheeks

But when passion ignites me

the gold flakes dancing in these eyes

long to share my story

These eyes betray me

They tell my story

They just won’t let me hide

Just look within them

And you will see

What I say is not a lie

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Spoken Word Poerty

I am a huge fan of spoken word poetry, because it allows poets portray the emotion they intended their words to have. Poetry can be very moving and inspirational, but often times it looses its meaning on the path from poet to reader.
This is a video of a teacher and poet, Taylor Mali, performing his original spoken word poetry about “What teachers make.” The first time I heard it I got goose bumps. It’s extremely inspirational, and all of his raw emotion and anger make him seem really invested in every word that is coming from his mouth

-Sophia Pirog
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We are becoming machines

Up and down,
Round and round,
Monotony begins to take over.
Up and down,
Round and round,
Will this never be over?
Up and down,
Round and round,
I wish I could start over.
Up and down,
Round and round,
That’s just how life is,

Then it’s over.

-Sophia Pirog