The Classroom

Where the individual goes to die.

The here,

 

Mark sleeps with the tombstones,

but these memorials are not rock; they are paper.

 

Rest in peace

to the books existed, in nonexistent existence

whose pages lay scattered and crumpled

in a graveyard of forgotten fictions;

 

Wasteland, we are waste

all waste, we are

 

That’s what Mark says to himself,

sometimes.

 

He sinks beneath the surface of the unmade,

drowning in the screams of his murdered--

 

Thoughts, seas diseased with tremendous ease--

 

Chalk dust pollution, mechanical voices,

do as we say, but…

 

Kill the self, drink the honey and play

with us, we know, we know--

 

Thoughts, accept this cell block

and the warden at the front

who tells but one thing always,

recite, repeat, rinse the blood,

 

There is no self but the selfless,

-ish does not belong,

 

Open the notebook.

 

How to be a good person, chapter one,

nature doesn’t matter
never disagree

feelings are better than sense

speak freely, but don’t speak these words

(Logos enters stage left)

 

(Logos whispers:

 

Do you ever wonder

why this place seems to buzz,

like a hive?

 

Don’t talk. Don’t play too rough or too much

 

Listen, only.

 

What are the words of a child,

with no experience or age

 

Yet, they teach Jane Eyre.)

 

(Logos laughs)

Child Mark raises a hand,

wonders aloud--

No, that’s a stupid question.

 

But why?

It just is, and what is always is, there is no why.

 

“Oh.”

 

Laughter from twenty-three classmates,

he’ll grow up one day.

(Logos gets stabbed, twenty-three

daggers of passionate newspeak)

Kill the self! Kill the self! Kill the self!

 

(Logos gets dragged away,

his final words echo inside the mind,

 

is listening suicide?

 

Yes.)

(exit stage right)

 

The now,

 

Sorry, dear characters, it was not Mark

Who aborted you, the poison vial belonged

To the twenty-three

 

The doctor said a combination of letters,
ADD to the HD

 

Pills will make him see.

 

It’s depression, take these scripts,

Multiples

 

They overlap, don’t kill yourself, think of others

 

What would they think?
What would they

What they

They

Hello, this is the Not-News News Tonight-day (as not to offend the day),

Tragedy hits home as Mark Anthony visited the next life with the help of nylon and a bannister, this is the 30^th self passing away of the month, how truly sad, now onto the absolutely despicable and outrageous shirt this man wore at his job, words don’t do justice to this injustice.

 

Author's Note

I just kinda started writing and it all spilled out.

Reviews

[LastMonth]

''We don't need no education. ''

I could until tomorrow about the misuse of chemcials to deal with kids that are slightly more prone to dosing off. I could keep ranting about how they are destroying children's childhood and lives by wanting to make it easier for the teachers.

I was a somewhat problematic child. Not because I was rude, annoying or anything of that sort. I would just... I never paid attention in class. I would look at the trees. I would look at the window. I would doodle in my notebook. I would talk to my friends. I would do -anything- but listen. And the teachers told my parents I should be given a perscription for some pills that would help.

Fortunatly for me, my mom and dad refused.
They taught me by that single action alot of things.
One of them is that I need to improve my behaviour in class.
The other is that they trust me. Trust me to do it myself. Not to be a mindless drone who is too drugged to be himself or do anything else.

The greatest pieces send us on these kind of rants. They make us think, look inside, question and answer. You've written a wonderful and potent piece, one that had me ranting in here, and in my mind.

And if that's not the sign of a great author, well I don't know what is.

[Hyacinth]

I...This is fantastic. Marvelous. Epic. The way you've told your story through a poem, the way you get your point across. Again, spectacular

[Roe]

Wow, I graduated highschool last year and this is a great description of that place. This actually got personal with me because I used to be on ADD medicine. It does make you feel was you described. Thank you for this amazing poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of how students actually can go to die in the classroom when they are talked out instead of to, or with...and some lecture is spewed at them...here it is, this is what has been handed down for a zillion years, memorize it...

when will we really start asking students to do more thinking outside the box...so they can come up with their own ideas...and at the same time, stay awake in the classroom.

j.