Published October 20, 2006
School is hell on earth
Teachers are winged monsters
they talk my head into the ground
badger me with constant questions
Other children, firery demons
Black and pink dragon with pointed nails
and handbags like bombs
Classrooms are torture chambers
small rooms of pain and fear
Bolted windows, chanin bound doors.
Lunch and break are prisons too
I am imprisoned in loneliness
Locked up in my own emotions
Hometime is the only escape
a refuge for the night
The heaven from hell.
But come daybreak
my torture starts again...
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i really like your poems charlotte but they lack poteniol yours happily master Reynolds
No
I love school but I hate some of the pupil
if you get my drift
thanks for the comments
though
Charlotte
Do u really hate school?
The poem was good.
keep writing and posting.
I liked both!
Pandora
thanks is the new one any better?
In very brief:
You've got a subject that's apt. School as a prison, peers and such--but you're telling more as if it were prose than describing.
'Hell on Earth' -- well yes, but what does hell on earth look like?
It would be both amusing and morbid to hear what these 'demons' look like, how they're demonic. Why are they called demons? They're annoying. Rather an anticlimax.
I'd advise you to go over it and tear it to pieces. Find a rhythm for your words and a picture and feeling for them--so that the readers can see it as well as you can. ^_^
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