BLOCKER

I was a little upset and its kind of unedited

Blocker

 

My head hurts my ears burn

Eyes are dry

Ask permission, excuse, truth

Questions, lying

Fodder for gossip

I AM NOT YOUR ENTERTAINMENT

I don’t need this s**t

I have work to do, papers to write

Comments to ignore

I Am Not Your Other Pupils

Snide remarks self satisfied smirk

Who The Hell do You Think You Are

If I could I Would Shove THIS PENCIL DOWN YOUR THROAT

I look at the clock

I hate it here

Here In the mud with these

Lying wretched blood bags

I’M SURROUNDED BY IMBECILES

They have no proof, no reason, no right

Just words

Just time

Just their own pitiful lives

WHO ASKED YOU?

False authority, PULL YOUR ACT together

I am not your problem

OH I can just see the responses

Feel the rage of self righteous children

Screaming catching clawing smacking

My imagination is all too vivid

Today was going to be perfect

 

Reviews

[Rachel Eisenberg]

This is intense. It's very bitter, but I think if you wrangle it in a bit, it can get stronger.
School? They treat us like numbers. Face-to-name, name-to-paper. Question, answer, return, exit... It sucks, but once you get through the system, you're free. But then capitalism gets you the same.
-sigh-
Anyway. Wrangle, lady, wrangle! I'd love to see it edited a bit, maybe?

[Demyra]

I'd say she's just as prolific if not moreso...

Sometimes, paper screams just won't cut it you know.

It's an okay poem, still...
There's a feel, but not much more...

[closed]

You're such a unique writer San^^

You're not nearly as prolific as most of my friends here, and yet each piece from you is always a work of art.

And what better way to vent the frustrations of everyday life and people, than through writing^^

hope to see more from you^^

-Dream