Sunday, June 3, 2012

Not Christmas, but still very much applicable.

It's the last week of school, and you're sat in class. The air is abuzz with anticipation of the holidays. Chatter bubbles around you; all is cheery enough.

And then you hear the famous words from the front of the classroom: "We've got christmas presents for you!"

On cue, a groan rises up from the collective. Some are joking. Others resentful. And me? Mostly resentful.

Christmas presents? Everyone knows that it can only mean one thing: Math holiday homework. Lots of it. Oh, and guess what? It's not just math. It's every other other subject in our curriculum as well. Most of them major assignments, to boot.

You know what I want for Christmas? A holiday. And I mean a REAL holiday. It'll be the first real holiday any of us have had in YEARS. Literally years. Let us revisit the dictionary definition of a holiday: (noun) A day of festivity or recreation when no work is done. Doesn't that sound lovely? Yes, yes it does.

So why is that every holiday we have is packed to the brim with a higher density of assigned homework than there is during term time? Pardon me, but I would have thought there'd be LESS stress during the holidays. Nobody wants to spend their holiday (especially overseas) constantly worrying about the the 5 projects due in 4 weeks' time that are worth 20% each. Pardon my french, but that's fucking senseless.

Now, I'm not saying that we ought to spend our month-long June holidays wasting away in front of the TV or computer. Just because it's the holidays doesn't mean it has to be devoid of learning. In fact, I wholly support the idea of learning. And I mean learning of the MEANINGFUL variety.

Instead of academic learning, shouldn't we be using this time to discover ourselves, and explore things that interest us and actually matter to us for once? And more than likely have fun in the process? If assigning homework is Education's way of ensuring we don't squander our holiday free-time, then here's a newsflash for you: Holidays are MEANT to give us slack time, no? And if we choose to use that time for learning, then good-for-us. What Education should NOT be doing, is obstructing our ability to make meaningful use of our time by filling it up with work that should be done during TERM TIME.

If school really wants to MAKE SURE we're learning, then they could always set an assignment whereby we record a journal of one new thing we learnt every day during the holidays. Freedom to explore, space to have fun. Self-learning is the most meaningful. So stop shoving things down our holidaying throats that will not likely have the slightest of mention in our future careers.

And then we have some others who just aren't interested in learning during the holidays. That's fine too. That's FINE. And it SHOULD BE FINE. We need to unwind. Why is that a crime? Why is it some devestating sin to relax during the holidays? Why is there the need to fill it up with homework? I can see no difference between term time and the holidays, with the exception of holidays being more stressful.

That is all.

Friday, May 25, 2012

I Stole Them Nameless From Her Grave

I stole them nameless from her grave,
As greedy as my stealth could hold,
And wrote a villanelle depraved.

I took her eyes as debt repaid:
Marble playthings of glass rolled.
I stole them nameless from her grave.

I took her fingers, that touch I craved.
Twining severed digits with my own,
I wrote a villanelle depraved.

I took her lips in feathery octaves.
They parted to mine (did she know?);
I stole them nameless from her grave.

I took her all from passion flown
To withered heart alive with mold;
I stole them nameless from her grave
And wrote a villanelle depraved

Love Like Basalt & Ocean

Tell me of how he swept
You off your feet like sand
Or left you while you wept,
Your tears an ocean in your hands.

Did he brush you off his feet like sand,
Leave your heart a porous grey?
Did he hold your ocean in his hands
Before he tided away?

I see your heart, a porous grey.
Tell me of how he swept
You off before he tided away,
Leaving you while you wept.

Field Of Gold

How many buttons
Does it take to paint
A field of gold
Bursting in their
Little suns,
Buttercup coins
Dotting a fleeting
Canvas?

King of the Universe

Down a winding corridor
Where all is silver and cold,
There snakes a winding carpet
Heralding a king enthroned.

The mirrors on the ceiling stare
At a flooring of black ice;
The carpet is a ribbon silver
Unwinding into the night.

White pillars stand at attention,
Saluting from either side.
They hail the king of the universe:
He is the king of his mind.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

How to protect yourself: A Cyber Wellness poem

Collab between the Cynic and Caprice



You are in grave danger
Of being stalked and raped.
The internet is dangerous;
It's full of angst and hate!

You must protect yourself
And live under a rock:
Hermits have no computers
And therefore cannot be stalked.

Talking is very dangerous,
Especially with strangers online.
So kiddies here beware:
Avoid a social life.

If you have no alternative,
You could always die;
Cause when you cannot think or talk,
Your privacy is high!

Saturday, May 12, 2012

College Day collab between the Cynic and Idealist

Collab between mich and I, taking turns with stanzas in our usual fashion of only being allowed to read the last line the other person wrote. I got to write the first stanza, so she had no idea the poem was about her ^^





Michelle is clapping mechanically
At awards upon the stage.
She's coin-operated. Insert a penny
And watch her cough it up enraged.

And watch her cough it up enraged;
Helpless and pathetic, oh what a dame.
An injured bird, faltering and caged,
Unable to escape, what a shame.

Unable to escape, what a shame
Michelle soon tires of clapping.
Her mechanism goes up in flames.
All she wants is to be napping.

All she wants is to be napping.
Watching tihs procedure is cerainly tragedy.
The glorifying of scum is simply revolting
But nevertheless, she stays stuck in this folly.