untitled document_________________v.1.0____JUST HAPPII ME
HEH. So you found my little stash of poetry. *smiles*
algebra class
sitting through this
nonsensical class-
there's lots of
yawning, notes passing,
and confused thoughts.
jumbling in with the
occasional question-
we eat it up
like mindless clones.
the teacher chants
slowly into a
vacuum drone.
her voice
fades and drowns.
what is the use
of knowing
2x+7y=9xy?
we're all going
to die anyway
(ok. this one is written when we were studying about algebra and i was flunking it. and i got depressy. *hee* at least i'm more steady now :D)
school
the reading of books
continues mindlessly.
the teacher's dronings,
the merciless lectures-
we eat it up.
bleak, dark, shades of grey
colour of this
hostile environment.
rules and regulations
limits and so-called 'counselation'
bans us from
the right to freedom
careless thoughts, passing notes-
our ways to escape
this ugly place.
what is the use
of living through
all of this?
aren't we all
just made to
perform like
uniformed and coke-drinking clones-
the switch of freedom-
OFF.
crimsom pool of anguish
the sharp silver blade
it blinds my vision.
i draw them in
into my skin-
with the knowledge-
the inner pain will ease.
the wound is fresh
my blood is crimsom-
so dark and poisonous.
inside, the pain
eases slowly, out of me.
i draw back
this silver blade
from this light chocolate skin.
the new wound stays.
tears of despair
and dissapointment-
slowly flows
from my eyes.
it mixes with
the little puddle of
crimsom blood-
forming a little
crimsom pool of anguish.
(more poetry works of mine are found in BLACK-umbrella.)