Teachers, Professors, Professionals

Teachers, Professors, Professionals

A Poem by Chloe

Eyes reach the brim of the window

morning seeps through the darkened sky

I start the timer

"Sun, awake

it is time for you to arise!

It is now time for you to

awaken my life!"

 

 

They said the sun would,

all the teachers, professors, professionals

they all said so

"awaken from your darkness!

watch the light illuminate your heart!"

 

The sun finally breaks from

the surface of the tip-top hill

rises higher! rises higher!

to the sky! to the sky!

so bright it was

so bright it hurt so!

 

Stinging! stinging!

burning! burning!

the back of my eyes ignite

on your light, sun!

 

No, no!

tell all of the teachers, professors, professionals

tell them that they are incorrect

ask them if they had lied to my heart;

the heart that desired this light within its boundaries

the light, the light brings no such joy

no joy at all!

it only blinds me, blinds me more!

 

Is that what you wanted,

teachers, professors, professionals?

you wished of me to blind myself more?

you wished that you can forever program

your unjustified customs into my heart?

you lied! you lied! you lied!

I have caught you in the act!

 

So now your wish of my blinded eyes

has been granted

but I will no longer grant anymore wishes,

for you have deceived me

of what you lied of;

speaking of my benefits.

© 2008 Chloe


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I like how you use light as an obvious allusion to knowledge, and blindness to confusion, and the repetition works well. Good imagery, too, overall I enjoyed it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


strong, powerful rant here, creative. nicely done, wonderfully written.


thanks for submitting,
rayne

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ouch -- that hurt my teacher's heart -- i certainly hope none of my past, present or future students ever feel that way. sunglasses my dear with a strong uv filter...teachers love to profess their passions and all must be taken with a grain of salt and a sifter to save the remnants that are valuable to us. there's a lot of passion in this piece. well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was intense, But i don't think i understand exactly what you were being decived by? Could you explain?
I liked the flow, and it was powerful.
I just didn't catch the topic. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Chloe
Chloe

Seattle, WA



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I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..

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