Why Teacher JeyKyu Exist?

28 October 2015, 3:00PM

I want all Dyslexic to read well
Knowing they cannot really tell.
As Autism brings to own's world,
To understand an unease word.

I want to help special children,
Show their family it's not a burden.
The struggling child at the school
Must replace a joy of learning tool.

To not hallucinate and just obey
Minimize delusions - hear or say.
To aid their depression and battle
As ever as man to succeed subtle.

I want to run with ADHD life's race
Make less frustration paint on face.
Boost the confidence of bullied son,
Value the given time by our only One.

Jonathan (Some Great Waster)

23 October 2016, 9: 30PM

Every Sunday, I buy a Versace perfume,

In Takashimaya, I get jeans, price boom!

Booked massage in exchange of therapy

Talked to ladies and give excess for party.

I have autism, I do work and responsible

I like making decision and with principles

I work at McDonalds, a law abiding man.  

I have survival life skills, exercising plan.

My parents has successful trade abroad

They can’t qualify me as heir, I’ve flawed.

My brother is worst, arm guided of steels

The dripping saliva, his unknown ordeal.

I know when many people are involved,

I cover my eyes and normally it resolve

I stay hugging pillows, fist are clenched

I know in a minute, senses come fenced.

David (Lousy in my Advantage)

23 October 2016, 8:00PM

My words are esteemed of power and lenient

I delivered to the public thinking it’s expedient.

Though it doesn't fit much, I’ve got right urges

To form a binding relationship with my friends.

Usually, I was misinterpreted by mine stories,

But I thanked the universe and dim mysteries

I has given what has been given and received

The science and the religion which I believed.

Yes, though I barely passed with all subjects,

I’m engrossed with the value of legal precept

The ingredients written in my medicine bottle

I’ll read them all hundred times until I throttle.

My classmates giggle I explain some process

Unity, betrayal, war, it is my curly hair I guess.

With my tucked in shirt with belt and red short

Aspergers’ a supernatural horror or some sort.

I scratch, smell my elbow with no interference

Cried the most and shout with unending bless

That I can verbalize my thoughts for my family

Though, I cannot materialize what caused me.

Rebecca (Haunted Trauma)

22 October 2016, 2:00AM

My classmate took life, suicide.

While she was just at our side.

We’re sixteen and moving fast

It was trauma I learnt from past.

I took psychology course, look

But every time I opened books

I can see her tears and ghastly

The story haunted around truly.

The parental stress and parcel

I sing Oishi Merry Xmas gospel

Close eyes while I drink hot tea

Smells the aroma, blend Teh Si.

Jian Hong (No Stress at School)

22 October 2016, 1:45AM

I came to life not just to get my diploma

To walk in the park with my girlfriend

Marry her and have a family

Getting high paid salary.

My eyes were opened with charity works

To send boxes, my used clothes

Make a Christmas worthwhile

Not just for a meanwhile.

I don’t have high grades but I love to learn

To the different paths and some mishap

Make my life memorable, a mission

I want to be doctor of passion.

Jue Min (Doubt-Believer)

22 October 2016, 1:35AM

Yet I’m primary two and standard is four

So my parents’ take it a slightly sour.

I’m shy and just patronize best hour.

When I’m in doubt with my all answers

I will be obsessed finding chapters

My ways is different to any panther.

Ellicia (Failed Revenge)

22 October 2016, 1:30AM

I failed my test paper,

My father cut my hair

To make me feel bad

and said it’s accident.

I put an aloe vera gel.

I covered with patient.

I failed twice purposely

My father compare me

To the neighbor’s son

and of same old aged.

I put a dot for best end.

I formed an outlet then.

I failed so unnumbered

My father else to regret

To shout at a very first

and left nothing versed.

I put line be not equal.

I gather until it is legal.

Alfonsus (Likeable Cries)

21 October 2016, 11:45PM

I don’t count what I have lost

I don’t tick mistakes I’ve cost

I don’t spell the actions’ said

I don’t read your life, instead.

I don’t see the adverse effect

I don’t hear a quarrelling sect.

I don’t understand some story,

I don’t relate on our purgatory.

I don’t trouble you in my skills,

I don’t know a disorder that kill.

I don’t write, links my thoughts,

I don’t feel when they applauds.

(Change the ‘don’t’ to ‘like to’

to know the facing problems, a

voice of my student on having

Dyslexic plus Autism Spectrum).

Kevin (Keeping Keen)

21 October 2016, 10: 30AM

I like basketball,

but I am not tall.

I should dribble,

but I feel cripple.

I like learning

but this yearning?

I like training

but why straining?

I like high-schooly,

but fared poorly!

I like my own life

but may get price?

I look up my father

but it doesn’t matter.

I avoids my mother,

but she’s my forever.

Aqil Adli (Boisterous Boy)

21 October 2016, 7: 15AM

Somewhere, I have lost

my confidence.

I cannot catch up

lessons, prominence.

When I’m much younger

score perfectly.

As I turned pages

unconquered, lousy.

I was shy to attend

my brain training

While my peers roll

and play balling

I pretend to take

another bus, alight.

Then go to interchange,

back slight.

I bloomed when there

was drought

In my life, I learned

what it brought.

At school, I’m boisterous

and still fail.

I consistently repeat

this present trail.

Dev Akaash (Beating the Odd)

20 October 2016, 12:20AM

I’m a Hindu and raised so well.

I’m youngest, knew how to sell.

I’m poor in my comprehension

Even was blest in an education.

T'was only prayer to pass exams

Coz every time I sit, I hear drum

A gong and confetti, it was fab!

A stick and hanger, on my abs.

I think, it’s way they disciplined

Never bother when I am trying.

They always said, “it’s not best”

I carry name of family and rest.

Yes, I am thin and bulged eyes

Malnourished and weak thighs

Being said, “my brain is small”

The fattest friend, smarter of all.

Jia Rong (The Head of Family)

19 October 2016, 1:45PM

I am grateful that my mother is head teacher

At my school she is there to get me pamper.

I have heard she drawn salary much bigger

Than anybody else at home even my father.

My mother’s mother was living on same roof

My father cannot say wrong when he reproof

Both of them became my undefeated enemy

My father can’t exercise rights, even remedy.

What I did was just act or think like mothers.

Where I understand being accurate, stickler.

I know so, but I can’t tell my father, undriven

I told Teacher, I want to be Head, all forgiven.

Chloe (Playful Memories)

19 October 2016, 1:00PM

I was raised by Christian family

My relatives also do real greatly.

In my village known, respected

What would you think, expected?

I’m just like a normal girl, so big

Dreams and fantasy, peppa pig!

I have friends, others can’t see.

Walk with them, laugh, flying bee.

As I grow up, things had changed

The perspective in life and range.

Wide as like my imagination then

I managed to compare one to ten.

I’m not afraid any shadows, fears.

I’m not worried to be alone, tears.

My teachers and parents’ stories

Now best in childhood memories.

Mo Kai (Cancer’s Evaluation)

18 October 2018, 7:30PM

People doesn't care about me, even my mum

My dad listens to her a lot, I will tell you some

When she said, spank me hard, chain me too

That is our baby’s fault, I am just number two.

My daddy taught me to write and I don’t like.

My mum sleep on her bed, arms open wide.

She looked sometimes into a different castle,

So I continued reading with lamp and wrestle.

My brother bully me compare to younger one

Perhaps, his way of saying were equal sons.

Like my mum did, long before she got bit lazy.

She played with at our eldest, glad, untiringly.

I went to a class where I gave bare treatment

I thought of getting hurt, poor in achievement

But a dear teacher won’t surrender even I quit

Then I wonder why my mum didn’t get this bit.

One slow noon, disappearing joy in my teacher

Obviously seen, from the small book to cover

I asked why, he can’t contain, he hugged slow

And reached home, mum has cancer to show.