The night sky enveloped our surroundings
Eating away the outside world
With a clang of metal
And a chug of smoke
We’re sent onto a new path
A new future
Full of what?
We’re not quite sure.
For just like the distant trees that get swooped up into the darkened night
Our home before and the knowledge of what’s to come get swooped up along with it
The unknown lurks
It’s precedence looming above us
Whether it be misfortune or something grander,
it’s impossible to tell
But the option for something better
Even just a little
Well it’s worth the wild ride
Looking out the window
I see those I left behind
home, Family, friends, prized possessions
All gone, lost in the darkened night
But in the end
while the unknown can be an incredible cruel mistress
she can also oh so very kind
And her taste of hope of something grander,
Well there’s simply nothing more divine
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
All You See is a drunkard on the skew
Hand full of bourbon,
A head void of thought
With scent that reeks of a night good for naught
All I see is a memory
A ghost of what used to be
Of a man of most charming disposition
And most dreaded of devils
It has made him empty
Has caved him whole
Left him to patch himself up with ***** and whiskey
All I see is a friend long forgotten
Of a man long gone
Replaced with empty bottles and a head full of cotton
I turn and look at the man on the skew
He looks back but does not see
His eyes an unfocus void not upon me
I turn
And I leave
All I see is a drunkard on the skew
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
I’m not a robot
I'm not some cog in a machine
I’m not some faceless doll that does stuff on repeat
I’m not an A.I that remembers your every word
I am here to learn…
But instead of learning about real life
I learn an illusion that's forced into my mind
Pointless facts, dates, numbers
all these things I must remember
Only to do all over again
Over and over and over
Pointless facts more numbers
again and again, this cycle goes
I repeat
I'm not a robot
I am not your slave
I am a human with a life outside of school days
But I feel as though that has been taken away…
….and for what?…
Pointless facts, dates, Quizzes!?
You say you’re making leaders yet you only tell us how to listen.
How do expect us to succeed with a youth full of machines?!
I am not a robot
….
I am a student
….
And expect you to treat me as such
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
I am from the cold nights that flow like silent streams
Form the sticky summers to the shouts on the streets
I am from defiance, and ambition that burns within
From that blood-curdling anger at the hand, we were dealt with
suppressed. Mistreated. Feeling as though everything is wrong.
I am left distressed at the mercy of the throne
Of power far too big for an individual to bare
That they use to abuse and send their people into disrepair
Yet I grit my teeth and set forth to a land that promises no despair
Now I'm from a new land
A land of hope and change
The monsters that rule here have a chance to be slain
Slain by the people, for the mistreatment, for the injustice
Fighting with ambition for a future that they could fully entrust in.
Only then when the dust has settled
When we have been freed of those chains of metal
Finally, then I can say
I'm from a land that holds no more pain
No more cages
No more authorities that keep us enslaved in
I’ll be from a land that is truly and really
Free
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
A lie is such a fickle thing
So small, so delicate
And so deceiving
A lie could hurt, it can damage
But at the same time
it can be so kind
A lie can be a flower, a gift, a kiss
Or the weapon that is used to stab us with
And that’s the thing with lies
It’s not all that black and white
Not all lies are told with a knife.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
The cold flakes hit my face
Reminding me of my lasting days
For just like the snow, I too am just a simple spec
Falling down a winding path
What will happen to that spec?
Will a dog jump up and grab a snack?
Or perhaps it will simply fall down a beaten path
Full of misery and nothing worth to retrospect
And yet the flakes continues down in a graceful dance
even as it descends,
Closer and closer to that all-consuming ground
Because even though all snow will fall
It’s a miracle that it was airborne at all.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Sure, you're important
But how pretentious you say
That you are shaping the youth
A day at a day
But alas this is something You will never ever dare ponder
Because, you have a certain idea for what is proper
For What makes a student excel
Yet you can’t bear to comprehend
Why everyone doesn’t, so you expel
Expel your morals, beliefs, and ideas
onto the students that don’t even want them there
Yet this will never come to full fruition
because everybody needs something different in this **** institution
we all have strengths
we all have dreams
and things we enjoy
but these hardly line up with courses you employ
And yes, I know it is hard
We all want something else
But I have a right to miffed
when my education has gone south
my skills
My ambitions
My wants
This education seems to want anything but
I’m just tired of it all
Of my life being controlled by a number you install
Why is it you get to decide what’s important
Honestly, I find your lack of faith in me abhorrent
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC