Thursday, December 24, 2009

Through the eyes of this student..

Mine is a world that begins with school... I may not be smarter than most of the other kids, but this crap they teach us bores me...

'Damn underachiever. They're all alike.'

I'm in high school. I've listened to teachers explain for a hundred and fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

'Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.'

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

'Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.'

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

'Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike.'

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the words, the beauty of the work. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Everytime I look around..

Every time I turn around,
There's another face watching me
Every time I turn around,
There's another voice calling me
Every time I turn around,
There's another fool reading me
Every time I turn around,
There's another silence drowning me
Every time I look around,
There's another soul sold
Every time I look around,
There's another child getting a day old
Every time I look around,
I see the same scenes
A grown man stressed,
A mother serving some beans
Every time I look around,
A window's glass is slashed
Every time I look around,
There's another fool who just bragged
Every time I look around,
There's another stage set
Every time I look around,
People suffer from what they get

Saturday, December 19, 2009

It's your own echo that made you move.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The plan revamped, processed to fit man. To make him grasp on to a vague notion that everything will be okay. The desperate, the heartless dragged down by a crippled will that hides its face in shame. There's too much pride to swallow in one gulp. It was so comical but as it turned out, I did not break into laughter. I wasn't laughing. I'm so sick of seeing the same role played with each possession gained. The smile on your face grows along with the void in your heart. "Money brings happiness", it was so well written. I detest your perfection and I choose to kill the script. I choose to act my way.

Friday, December 4, 2009

I'm just a stone, and I'll be alone.
Silence, at the threshold of life. Can you feel that empty body? Do you remember the way you lived. You're dying and all those years disappeared.
And then I ask," Why did you live?" Wasted time. You lived this way, even you don't know why. You'd like a few more days though, but there's no time. You want to turn back but you don't know how.
You're willing to give everything. For the last time, you'd like to see what you didnt realize, the wonderful Sun. You don't have a clue. Everything you had, is lost. So many deceits you went through. No more. And now, cry. Cry over the way. You lived all those years, and merely disappeared.

Pain. You would like to feel again.
Pleasure. You would love to laugh again.

But, you had your time. You had your time, and you bore no fruit. This is how it ends.. You go back, with nothing.