In The Deep

Neither one of us expected this and neither one of us knows what the hell we're doing... but for now, I will enjoy having company in the deep.

[poetsandteachers]

A student, a poet, and a teacher

"[A student]. I saw [a student] today."

Why even say, "A student?"

What even IS a student?

What is FERPA?

What is it actually for?

What is HIPPA?

What am I watching?

Why am I living?

What is the morality and the mortality I'm navigating?

Where are these moments from, and where are they going?

[Whence cometh them, and whither they go?,]

Where am I going?

where am I from?

Why does it matter?

Why are you answering questions with questions?

Why have these poems --

-- WHY have these poems...._? Where am I even going with that question?

Why am I high

Why am I low.

Why am I taught to believe they're both bad?

When am I good?

When am I bad?

What is morality...

.... in this mortality.

Is this deep?

Or is this wide?

The world is deep, but not profound. [I saw a student, and I ran away.]

[poetsandteachers]

Nightstand.

I found it by the side of the road. 

It’s that warm honey-colored wood. 

I asked Hope if she wanted it, but she turned it down.  

I gave myself permission to keep it. 

I boldly gave it its first home. 

The homeowner vetoed that decision. 

So I gave it a home in my room. The one little place in this part of the country, in this corner of the universe where I’ve been allowed to just be. My home. My safe-space. For now. 

[poetsandteachers]

Second-hand Trauma

Today, I had a student joke about bringing a gun to school. I sternly told him to sit down and then told them that I did not accept those kinds of jokes in my classroom. I then almost started crying when I told them that I came from the United States, where mass shootings in schools have been rampant. 

It took me a second to even realize that I my voice had increased to almost a full-on yell. 

I don’t know how to handle these conversations in my classroom. I think I did the literal worst thing possible. Perhaps I should’ve pulled him aside and talked to him privately. I’m not sure how to make amends for this... I’m not sure how to draw close to these students anymore. What if it wasn’t a joke? Did I just exasperate a bad situation? 

Oh God, please help me fix this. 

[thequotejournals]

I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn’t happiness.

William Saroyan  (via thequotejournals)

[wnq-writers]

she loved him and he loved her, but it would never be that simple.

mrssandycheeks (via wnq-writers)

[quotemadness]

She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

Jonathan Safran Foer (via quotemadness)

[poetsandteachers]

Not loving creates a deeper hole than not being loved.

Andre Doneskey

[artsnquotes]

There is always hope, as long as the canvases are empty.

Gustav Klimt (via wnq-art)

[poetsandteachers]

I really wanted to love you.

Andre Doneskey

[wordsnquotes]

…And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via wordsnquotes)

[poetsandteachers]

Love is war...and breaking up is a cold war.

Andre Doneskey

[artsnquotes]

Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.

Jackson Pollock (via wnq-art)

[artsnquotes]

The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.

Joan Miro  (via wnq-art)

[wnq-writers]

In the daylight, I am a whirlwind of giggles and happy songs. In the tranquil darkness of midnight, I become the saddest poem you’ve ever read.

we-can-moan-in-the-darkness (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

How beautiful it is to sit in silence with someone, and still have a meaningful conversation.

Mansi (via wnq-writers)

[poetsandteachers]

I'm gonna say something...and I don't mean this in a romantic way... I care about you. And I think about you. And it makes me sad to see you sad.

Andre Doneskey

[deeplifequotes]

You never know how long your words will stay in someone’s mind even long after you’ve forgotten you spoke them.

(via deeplifequotes)