Ban Censorship!!

– This is the poem I had on my blackout page yesterday.  I decided to post it again for those of you who may have missed it and also because the protest may be over, but the bill is still in existence and that is unacceptable.  My poem is applicable to this bill, but also to all other forms of censorship. As an avid reader, the banning of books has always been something that is especially wrong to me.

I was planning on choosing one quote as a representative for my feelings on censorship, but I could not choose, and here they all are:

“You can cage the singer but not the song.”  ~Harry Belafonte, in International Herald Tribune, 3 October 1988
“The paper burns, but the words fly away”.  ~Akiba ben Joseph

“Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby can’t chew it.”

― Mark Twain

“When you ban a book you ban an idea, and that’s communism.”

– Andrea Z. 🙂

Hold back the curtain

Don’t let the wretched thing fall

Come to freedom’s SOS call

Ideas are truth and they are free

How dare they hide them so the people can’t see

Writer’s, join your hands

Preserve the freedom of this land

We are the backbone

Of every revolution

We are the first ember

Of a raging fire

Sing with this written choir

Raise our standard ever-higher

Quills raised and held in an iron-tight grip

Ban the despot that is censorship

What I Am

I was rather hesitant to post this poem because I was concerned people would be offended.  The older generation of which I speak in the following verses is mainly a reference to many of the political and business leaders on an international scale, but also on a local/national scale.  The world being left to my generation is not a stable one, but I have faith in my contemporaries that we have learned enough the make improvements and influence the generation behind us from reverting back.  I’m not saying that everything is bad, it is just from my point of view nothing is improving, money is that damn thing we hate to love, and the road is full of big, rusty nails just waiting for my brand new tires.

I am the voice that today is ignored

But tomorrow will ring true

I am the mind in which a generation’s mistakes are stored

And believe me they do not number few

I am the one who will turn things around

And right all past wrongs

I am the hope you have not yet found

How dare you mock my choice of songs

I am the door more open than you

The one that does not segregate

The souls it lets through

I am your future and you are my fate

Balanced on my shoulders there is

An ever-increasing load

Composed of your failed ideas

The trash you leave as you walk this endless road

I am the day no one starves

The day prejudice is no more

The future explorer of the stars

You really should pay attention to me more

Lazy is what you call me

Ungrateful of what I am given

My faults outnumber fish in the sea

By my hormones I am driven

Blind is what I call you

Ignorant of what you have done

Your mistakes could block out the sun

Greed fuels all that you do

I am the rock on which humanity stands

Accept it or not it is the truth

And I will one day join my many hands

For I am all Youth

Brain Dead Poetry: Mid-Term Exams

These are several poems I wrote in the time remaining after I finished my exams.  I have just gotten around to compiling them.  I am a quick exam taker, so I generally had at least an hour in which to sit around, listen to my iPod, and attempt to recover.  I have not edited any of these in order to preserve their loopy quality.

Enjoy!

Stupid Clock

It ticks

Then it tocks

Hands do not stop

Yet change it does not

Why has that stupid clock

Made time stop

Minutes dripping by

Like the leak

Of a frozen faucet

None.

I want to leave

I need reprieve

From this monotony

This air is stale

Full of dead brain cells

I’m choking on them

Eyes are burning

Feet are numb

No flavor left in my gum

And of my exams

This is only the first one

Fun.

 

Losing Focus

Thoughts drifting

Attention shifting

Losing concentration

I’m bored really

Teach me something

I do not know

My essays are fine

Writing is my medium

Just let me

Go to sleep

Your voice

Fingernails on chalkboard

My mind

Fuzzy and numb

Give me the prompt

And let’s move on

Before my semblance

Of awakeness is gone

 

Leave Me Alone

It’s too much

For three days

Too much

To memorize

To do

To write

To bubble in

I’m so stressed

So much to do

Too little time

Cram it all in

Every last bit

My patience

Is on end

Just let me be

No more questions

I have no

Answers left

You’ve taken them all

Treat them well

They are the only ones

I had

STOP!

Just sit still

Stranger next to me

I’m trying to do well

Can you not see?

Perhaps you want to fail

Less I could not care

I will not fail because of you

That would not be fair

 

Giving Up

Almost there

Do I dare

Have hope to see the sun?

One more to go

The one I didn’t study for

I’m seeing fs galore

Oh well

Yesterday I cared

Today I’m bared

Of any academic aspirations