Sunday, November 8, 2009

Analysis of Peers

My desk, permanent and unbending
Pushing into my xiphoid process
Without touching my ribs
The noise of the class lesson
Droning and distracting me
I smell someones fresh grapefruit
Being skinned as if it had no feelings
Dissected mercilessly, screaming flavor

My seat is bent, paining me
The clothes i wear, inhibit breathing
Every droned, brainless filth
Ignore the class for a phone
Teacher oblivious, gentle and kind
I reach for my inner peace
Unwilling to show itself to the world
I try to ignore its defiance

The lesson keeps playing
Aware of my ignorance to itself
Determined to keep me from sleeping
And struggling to keep plugged in
Unlike the television, who stares blankly
Longing like i do, but more passionately
I catch another scent of grapefruit
And pass over its insolence

Foolish adolescence sleep the life away
When the love could be so strong
Love that they long for so
The parallel fool, listening
Intently, erect to the lesson
While they pass over truth
Missing the point of life
Of which i have not found

Students trying too hard
Never catching a break because
Innocence has kept them blind
Never feeling the opposites warmth
Which i am not willing to give her
My body burns for another
Not within this exact realm
Sick with longing, she keeps me

My clothes, uncomfortable, restricting
Heart longing with sickness for her
The general populous fatigued
With the effects of being brainwashed
Laughing, i consider all possibilities
But conclude that in that order
Love will perish, rejoicing, never,
To be felt again, love would pass

The statue in the corner of the room
Ridged and supposedly flowing
Watching over my friends and I?
Doubtful, love has not perished
Making it impossible for religious victory
And the flag of freedom, hypocritical
Hangs without a break, but never
Ever breaks for anyone, even the poor

The lights hang like bats
Poised, ready to attack
Never working up the courage to stop
In fear of mans wrath
The cross of their god, overbearing
Mean even, staring me in the soul
Ahh, the lesson complete, no
But starting to become, concluded

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