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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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