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SteveLupin623
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
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
Railway
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
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
Drunkard on the Skew
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
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
I am not a Robot
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
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Anarchist's Tale
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.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
Lies
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.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Snowfall
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
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
Pretentious Education