BORED TO DEATH
Deneka Thomas
Credi Institute
Listening to this man,
Its like a language I don't understand.
What he says, makes no sense,
All I see is movement of lips and hands.
This man kills me instantly.
He kills me quicker than some.
I am one hundred percent sure,
The cause of death, boredom.
My ears try to flee my body,
My eyes refuse to see.
I'm contemplating on if I should tell him,
That what he teaches does not interest me.
I'd be more moved by music.
I'm captivated by the sound.
I can relate more to artistic things,
Like simply picking rocks off the ground.
I hate sitting in this class.
I hate listening to this man.
Why can't we get more active?
Give me something to do with my hands.
I am bored to death by this teacher.
I don't even think he knows.
He just steals all of my energy,
And on and on he goes.
I keep looking at the clock.
Time doesn't seem to move.
Any moment now and I'll be dead.
I hope there's enough evidence to prove
That my teacher is a murderer.
It's not even a joke.
His presence alone kills me,
Easier than any word he ever spoke.
He doesn't have a clue,
At what he does to me.
Probably he is deceived,
By the expressions that he sees.
Sometimes I can look interested.
I can look like I understand.
I can look like I stand on solid ground,
When in fact I am sinking in sand.
My intentions are not to deceive.
Last thing on my mind is to cheat.
I want to learn and if I don't,
I will feel some sort of defeat.
Boredom is a deadly disease
But, it has a cure.
The teacher needs to be exciting,
So he needs to do much more.
Why does he have to be in control?
Please let someone else speak.
I would rather listen to one of my peers,
Any day of the week.
He could be a Martian,
Not of our world.
I'd tell him exactly how I feel,
But I'm not that type of girl.
Someone shut him up already!
He has had enough to say.
Let's take him down and tie him up,
Lets have things our way.
I just can't go down like this.
My creative energy cannot flow.
Would I ever enjoy his class
I guess I'll never know.
Too late to make a change.
All these ideas in my head.
Now they'll go to waste, others will suffer,
Because I'm already dead.
EDUCATION
Afiesha Waterman
Saraswati Girls' Hindu College
Education is very important
Right from when you were an infant.
Education is not only going to college
It is all the wider range of knowledge
Supply an individual with skills of storage.
Education is extremely great
It creates and makes decisions upon one's fate
So never leave it behind to "late".
Education allows you to make priorities
To provide you with a large number of opportunities.
Education is an abundance
A constituent of importance.
Education is the key to set you free
Education is the key to flee.
FUNNY
Ariana Herbert
St. Joseph's Convent, St. Joseph
Funny the way
children today speak to their parents as if they made them
Like a chisel showing a sculptor how to chip.
Funny the way
friends tell you they'll be there for you and then they run
Like a bird leaving its child to fly and survive on its own.
Guess what?
It does.
Funny the way
you say one thing and hear it again from someone you don't even know,
all jumbled up and backwards
Like a vine entangled with weeds.
Don't worry
There's still fruit in there.
YOU
Stephanie Maharaj
Saraswati Girls' Hindu College
Igave up on you a long time ago
Then you came running towards me; I couldn't let you go,
Itook you back and we grew closer
In the back of my mind, I knew we wouldn't last forever.
You were happy, funny, brave and possessed integrity
Ibelieved in you so much, that I got the feeling of insanity,
Istared at you, studied your every action
Iwas confused, it seemedas ifmy feelings were having a celebration.
But today I saw the real you
Icouldn't believe my eyes! Was this true?
Ilost hope and started giving up once more
Ihid sadness with a smile; this I haven't done before.
Itried my very best just to reach out to you a bit
It was like a puzzle and all the pieces couldn't fit,
Ihope that one dayyou would realise everything
When you do, it'll be too late so don't come to me again, running.
WHAT IS IT?
Mayuri Gosine
Lakshmi Girls' Hindu College
All my life, I've never thought about anyone.
But why do I miss you now?
It can't be your smile
And I know it's not your eyes
Or is it?
Is it the way you looked at me?
Or is it the way you laughed?
It might be the way you held me
So lovingly as the world sped past.
Is it because
You promised me the world?
I said that I don't care about you
But do you believe it?
I know in my soul I should hate you.
I should tear you limb from limb.
For breaking through my cold, stone heart
And letting your lies sink in.
But there is something about you;
Something that stops my breath
Every time I think of you.
And I hate it.
I hate myself for loving you
And I wish I could take it back.
I wish I had never met you
But what's the point?
Why do I still feel this way for you?
I should hate you, you should die.
But if you do, what will come of me?
There's something about you I can never forget...
What is it?
ANGEL
Stacy Sinanan
Holy Name Convent, Point Fortin
An angel from God knows where,
In front of me it had to appear.
To fill my life with joy again,
To make me forget what happened back then.
You came and spread your love,
What were you thinking of?
You are just so much to me now,
I can't recall since when or how!
I got a reason to start all over again,
I haven't a clue since when.
I don't know you well,
But you're trustworthy, I can tell.
In my life, a difference you made,
Where the sun was hot, you provided shade.
I had to find out of course,
Else God knows what you would've lost.
Simple little things count that much,
Little things like smiles and such.
You held my hand, and touched my heart, so,
I'm going to beg of you now, please don't let go!