Deaf preschooler asked to change his name

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School asks deaf preschooler to change his sign language name | The Lookout – Yahoo! News.

Here’s a story that could go down in the “ridiculous beyond belief” file.

The Grand Island Public School system in Nebraska has asked a deaf preschooler to change his sign language name because it resembles a weapon and violates school policy.

Hunter Spanjer, 3, has registered his name with S.E.E. (Signing Exact English). When he signs it, the gesture vaguely resembles someone shooting two pistols, even though his fingers are crossed.

Come on. The kid’s name is “Hunter,” for goodness sake.

What’s worse is that other, non-deaf children can make the “real” gesture in school and not get caught unless a teacher sees them. By contrast, this represents Hunter’s identity. How can it be wrong?

School administrators are currently working on a solution with Hunter’s parents, but I tell you…

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BLACK ROSES & HEARTS ON FIRE

A voice in the dark sounds of heartache aflame 

And memories as hoarse as black roses 

The strangling sourness of fear and of pain 

With the blinding aroma of choices 

In a complete room surrounded alone

Grabbed by a glimmer of lights 

Risking pleasurable stabbings at home 

With the glamour cuts of the knife 

 

Reciting the moves being bent like the stairs 

 

Of having the unknown friends take ahold 

 

The comforting beasts was intolerant of cares 

 

If not for the devil, my soul they would’ve also sold 

 

Comprehend things so to undertand 

 

Reach for every desire 

 

I still prefer to have black roses in hand 

 

And my broken heart on fire

THE NOISE UNHEARD

You can’t see my visions or thoughts
A nobody just breathing in the toxicity of poverty’s rot
I’m still living, never to be run down
You will never discourage me, I will not frown
Soaring above the trees: the nectar of reality’s fruit
Paralyzing my mind and turned me bulletproof

Targeting pictures of some demonic research
Tossed away in the gutter like some passerby’s dirt
Indestructible gods will never take to my game
No falsehood or vague notion just to gain a name.
Absurd relations have ensured contours in my path
Carrying me onward through forsaken land

I  was born with features that will not be some statistical measure.
My words make you laugh?
Good, then here’s something to treasure
You will not find me after crossing over
For I will not be taking your path

Errand need to be done, no time for fun
No one ever spoon fed me
Irrational morals and illogical beliefs are for simple minds only
For I am a mould of perfection with plenty of flaws
Which had been sculpted into a beautiful moth

OUTWORLD DISMAL

In a pensive state of mind, the world feels like it’s crumbling all around.

The cosmos of amity have destroyed all vivacious emotions.

Nocturnal pleasures and day lighted treasures have lifted my cadaver

Gliding off to a far away division of some doleful domain.

No rhapsodic aorta will transcribe my retrospectives.

Jaunty feelings will concur the careworn dimensions.

A parallel universe will dement the outspoken ways

Permitting lucubrations to be shared among each other freely in non-judgemental displays

Must this be all that’s left of a fully lived life?

Do the characters change over an unknown period of time?

TWO STEPS BACK TO THE END OF THE WORLD (poem by Fancy Khaos)

Take my hand, come closer

 I lie down, shut my eyes

 Hug me, lean on my shoulder

 And dared to go back

 Trust me, close your eyes,

 A part of me, my past

 I’ll dry those tears away

 Dig deeper as far as I can

 Hush my precious, it’ll be alright

 Decisions I made back then

 Open your eyes look into mine

 That led me to where I am

 Let me caress that beautiful face

 There were some things

 Move on, your life has just began

 Some choices I have made

 Heartache is just but part of it

 That couldn’t have been any better

 Go on, the journey you must take

 But when I reached the part

 Leave the pain behind, walk the path

 Where I have met you

 Explore, there is more to life

 All regrets will fade away

 I am not going anywhere

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 Always run to me whenever

 Those bad choices I’ve made

 Count on it, I won’t forsake you,

 Led me to your arms

 I’ll be two steps behind you

 And I wouldn’t trade that for the world

See You Someday (poem)

In the field where we once stood
They now lay beneath the streets
The tales you told me in confidence
Are the only things I have left to keep

Never wanting to lose that way
Though I really had no choice
You were stripped of you life innocently
Left with us as your only voice

So scared of where life will take me
Without you by my side
Weak without a pulse
My pen is the only one who’ll confide

Wanting things to go back the same
I know this will only help me grow
Can’t ever see you again
Until the final day
I hope