Friday, May 1, 2015

education


We pay for education I guess that’s part of life but have you ever sat back and felt like it’s just a carving knife?
A knife that carves your existence or who you will become, one that without paying…you’re nothing but a bum.
All the money in your pocket thrown toward what you study, too bad with carving knives it can get a little bloody.
You pay to learn and be labeled by the society we are in, have you ever looked past that to how this culture has developed? It’s nothing but a sin. 
To put a price on one’s worth by the school that they choose, by the classes that they take, and all of their educational dues.
We shape our future by throwing away cash, we pour it all into a university that cuts us with a deep gash.
A wound that is so big we spend forever trying to stitch it, paying off our loans, finding a job with the best benefit.
How wrong is it that learning comes at a huge cost, we are trying to become something without getting lost.
But what about those people who can’t afford to learn? We reject them in today’s world and we leave them to burn. Burn in the sunlight that shines upon their face cause they are homeless and couldn’t afford to run in life’s race.
So before expensive education became something society required just to get hired and to feel inspired…how about we realize the cuts and bruises it leaves when that carving knife slices us with those greedy money stealing thieves.

Monday, April 27, 2015

askyourself


There is no way to speak the words
The words we have that go unheard
Our silent screams and steady tears
Will lead us nowhere despite our fears
Life is scary and a huge mess it seems
So we hide our hurt and shield our dreams
Our dreams we feel we cannot touch
Because life’s a struggle and just too much
I wish I’d listen to my own advice
And when it comes to wanting to give up I’d make myself think over that twice
But the days are a struggle and the hours seem long
I’m letting my life slip away; I’m just living it wrong
Wait; is this the wrong way? Or am I just slightly off track?
Distracted by my thoughts in which optimism they seem to lack
I want to be better, I really really do
I just wish my friends and my family saw life through my point of view
I have everything I need to feel happy and alive
My thoughts eat away at me and I feel I cannot survive
At moments like these I look around
Just to find the same emptiness I felt before so in my tears I again begin to drown
My head still above the water, I fight my way out
But why, to live another day I can continue to doubt?
Doubt if it’s worth it or if anyone would care
I know I’d sure as hell be happier if I was way up there
Maybe its time I try to change cause this thinking isn’t good for me
But then again why should I no one can hear my silent screams or tears I’m locked in my own world and have yet to find the key