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gray rain May 2016
In a white room
thirty people
empty and plain
yet full and lively
everyone different
everyone same
stuck in a system
for hours every day
preparing for a future
that may not exist
existence destroyed
by being uncreative

in a white room
thirty people
just numbers
in a system
different numbers
but no name
gray rain May 2016
Hypnotised
by a system.
Drawn in
to become a victim.
controlled!
by the mind,
can't tap into the other side;
when hypnotised.
gray rain May 2016
I can't do anything during the day
it's impossible to take my mind away
all my focus is on thinking of answers
but a lack of focus of what to me matters
until the 30 minute period where I sit at the back of class
and answer the questions I ask
myself. And write how I feel
and life feels real
and not like I'm programmed
to this system I'm put through
I can break free
it's just when you're in it
it's hard to break through
SassyJ May 2016
Helicopter in the air
Searching for those on the run
Holding the greenness of shattered glass
A tight embrace of the natural beauty

A rock tied to mine locks
Padlocked as I creep the stairway of life
Evolution of flames and fallacies
A sly that promises no tears

Compelled to paste the puzzle together
A locomotion of pieces to a system
Never to be afraid of who we are
United uniqueness to be the ones of a kind

Are we the loyal dogs who bark by the rivers?
Waiting for the tides to wash us away
Singing as the sun reflects beautiful ways
The tales of a long ago uncovers my soul
Eloi May 2016
The empathy of a teacher who hears that a girl they belittled  has commuted suicide.
The sadness of a parent who will always wonder why.
The grief of her friends, they'll always pretend that she never seemed sad in the end.
I think we should all take a break, take a moment to state that suicide is not alright.
We live In a world where our minds are swirled with poisionus lies.
The ******* irony of if.
To be told to live your life a certain way, will only betray you.
Now politicians wearing suitable-ties discuss the times that schools should be open, that hours should be longer, so more children will suffer.
See, our system is ******, we have people in charge of us that couldn't give a **** if we are happy or sad.
They just want more money to add, to their pockets. The *******.
So, it goes on. And don't you forget that girls last song.
That she didn't want to live on, that she'd rather be gone, than stay in a world where her heroes were dead and her enemies were in power.
When I was in school, there was a girl in my year who committed suicide. And for weeks before her English teacher had been putting her down, she was also being bullied, and failing her exams.
She had her whole life ahead of her, but all she could see was what was infront of her. She couldn't see past school and the world system.
I know that there are many more people out there who feel like she did, and I wish there was something that I could do about it.
K R W Apr 2016
Just give me a few days and you'll be out of my system again

K R W
Nathan Hopkins Apr 2016
Nothing is the way it should be.
Blinded by all we are programmed to see.  
Our futures are dictated by powers unknown.  
If only the masses would claim a mind of their own.  
Humanity is extinguished by the monger of fear.
Far more lethal than any spear.
Freedom is illusion.
Dark Ink Mar 2016
Life is so meaningful,
With their gentle human qualities
I have learned to cultivate tolerance
I am spiritually awakened

A little friendship to cheer me up
A little smile to brighten my day
Hope to strengthen me
And love to be eternally with in me

Love is a blessing that cannot convey
A true blessing from above
But let me give thanks to all,
The hearts that are true and pure.
family is everything....
Esther Mar 2016
'and' was a continuation
and so you loved that word and hated endings
and you let your fingers weave the word over and over,
(delicate hands pressing them into your skin
as if to ensure your immortality,
push away whatever time wanted you to be, but the sun rose and set
and nights were only dank reminders of morrows after)
and besides you seemed quite tired as if you'd been holding the stars
in your arms for far too long
and they didn't even bother to shine for you

                                                      you look like loneliness has taken its toll

and your legs, weary with time, couldn't hold you anymore
and let your body collide with stardust
and the tips of your hair brushed the page that teemed with life,
that filled with doodles and words and and and and and and

                                                        you look like 'and' has taken its toll

and your eyes were dark and sunken, empty black abysses, eclipses
that stole the sun
and your lips were chapped and cracked, a jagged strip of the Milky Way
and your cheeks grayed and faded, stars that had lost their shine
and your stomach caved in on itself to let your rip cage and hip bones protrude (because it loved them both but they were too infatuated by your skin and clung to it like it was life after an ending)
and your skin was a painting, a Starry Night, and you were Van Gogh
(except you carved with knife and colored your blue skies with red stars)
and your eyelids were drooping, full moons falling into perfect crescents
and your lungs were containers without air,
galaxies without solar systems

                                                        you look like you're dying

and your fake smiles and midnight tears were like meteorites in the sky,
they were like comets, falling, falling, falling,
falling from home,
falling towards stone cold ground.
and the saddest part was,

*they never got back up.
All stars die.
Izhar Jiskani Jan 2016
Sweetheart,
If you don't see my poetry,
It's not that I don't miss you,
Or I've stopped loving you,
But, It's just a sudden change,
Brought by our education system.
Earlier, there was love only,
Which used to make people cry,
But now Education and Job are accompanied with love.
Now, people not only cry but die.
Circumstances are changed,
But don't worry,
Let's hope,
We will win someday.

** Izhar Jiskani
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