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Poetic T Jun 2020
I repeated every lesson,
          hearing every drowning
word...

Every syllable that was recast,
       but I never learnt a single...

done over,
                        duplicated..

Reproduced as another version of
              the same verse..


Everything was!
                refashioned,

redone, remade..
   In the fashion of what was before.

But even though I sat in every class..

        I never took a single word in..


The teachers changed, but I remembered
                     that one who made me resit


every lesson....

I cant see anything in this crammed space...

                    But hopefully one day some
one will cover me for a toilet break..

And I'll be peace....


I resit every lesson and still
                      all I see is deathly words..
                                       Never heard,
   but reverberating though hollow bones
Jules Oct 2019
I'll pretend that what happened is no longer.
I'll show you that I don't need you.
I'll show you I've moved on.
But I won't show you the tears I shed on my notebook.
I won't show you the scars you left on my heart.
Your rights have been revoked.
You don't deserve me.
You never did.
Endless Horizon Oct 2014
Caged.
It is all I can describe it.
This, is what I carry on my back
everyday.
This, is what I feel,
deep down inside.

Confined
in a gray box, trying,
to one day get out.
To be free. To roam
the wilderness of this world.

And when I am free to do so,
I take this privilege for granted.
All I seem to do is mess up.
To bring disappointment.
To bring scorn.

When I do so.
This privilege slips away from
my fingertips
It is taken back, revoked.
And once more, I feel like
I am

*C a g e d.
Yes. I just had another restriction placed upon me. And it is as if I can't do anything anymore. But alas, I should wait until these restrictions are lifted again.
*woah guys this is my 30th poem ha!*
**Thanks to all the people who faved, commented and followed through the weeks/months that I been here in HP! You guys make writing poems even more enjoying! :)**
Emily Tyler May 2013
He got expelled this time.

He wasn't sent to
In-school suspension
Or lunch detention
Or the counselor's office.

He was expelled from
Fairfax County Public Schools.

And his friends all freaked.

They sat outside the school
Every morning
And wouldn't go in
To protest.

They signed a petition
That called him a
"Well rounded student"
And
"Well loved by the student body."

I didn't love Brian.
I hated Brian.

Brian was the kid
Who always
Made the class
Stay late.

He was the kid who
Went through the halls
Grabbing peoples butts.

He was the kid that
All the guys wanted to be
And all the girls wanted to have.

And instead of sending him off
To West Point
Where he would have to
Shave his Bieber hair and
Follow the rules for once,
The county revoked the expulsion.

And to me
It seems like
A celebrity murdered someone
And because a thousand fan letters were sent in
They got to go free.

— The End —