Teachers

a poem dedicated to the teachers that I dislike intensly

Teachers

 

They are not necessary

to me and most others

they are burdens

put on earth to torture

the soul and the mind

sitting there

eyeing you discomfortingly

sending shivers through my spine

wishing I was dead

ears are bleeding

she is screaming

a virtual dragon spitting fire

her words curse us

turn us to stone in the morning light

her face paint drips and smears

exposing a black skeleton below

a grenade where the heart should be

just waiting to go off

right when shes near me too

please back off

you crowd me

I'm not yours

I'm not anybody's

discrete glances hurting her

yet she still advances

the bell may ring

but she wont let us go

keeping us in cages

poking us with her rules and bony fingers

a laugh escaping the canyon of a mouth

"I dont care who knows"

"I hate you so"

she looks upset

ready to blow

people stare wide- eyed

did I just do that

for reals

and can I undo it before it hits her even harder

oh well

she deserved it anyway

With that we unite

screaming disgraces at her

melting her away

bit by bit she dissolves to a puddle

not enough yet

we stomp the puddle

splash around

then we leave

simple as that

quickly we move

leaving no trace of our or her existence

and as I close the door behind

I stop and turn

tipping my hat in her direction

then I am gone and the room goes black.

Reviews

[Rain]

Life tends to teach us all the same lessons, only in different classrooms. All humans are teachers, or at least should be. I never paid attention to my teachers in school, although at times, I regret it. Mostly what I have learned has been on the road...lessons that were being taught in a less chaotic way. I have found that wisdom is the one thing that can be learned, but not taught.
I am a teacher to my son's. I often think they view me, as you view your teachers. As you become older, you will find yourself becoming your father, or the wise friend, or uncle whose lessons were subtly slipped to you. Like I said, I learned more hopping freights around the Country than I ever learned in class. I learned more in a mental hospital from a lost soul, and an inmate who had no numbers in his sentence than I ever did in the structured environment of school. Still, I do not do to them, what I wish not to be done to me. Everyone has a story, even teachers. I make it a point to learn something from everyone.
I like your honesty in this piece. Rain..

[Baby_Bella]

wonderful and true