Sircharlesthepoet

Poetry by Charles Joseph

Language

Leaving class

I leave my math and science classes.
Everyday
Convincing myself to switch.
Majors

Each class: a different language.
I don’t understand
One that mixes my sand,
Over stretch my brain
Far passed too sane to know.
I am now insane

Languages my whole life-hood
Was never prepared for.
Not to any extent

Like setting fire to a saint,
My knowledge, intelligence:
Control center
Is dumbfounded…
Or found itself dumb

Too ashamed
To be astonished,
Too puzzled
To resolve
The Greeks and Romans
I am expected to resurrect,
The ideologies and theories
I am expected to real-eyes.

Because real-eyes realize
These numbers and letters and signs and cosigns
Don’t sympathize.

So I’m left with black-hole eyes
Convinced.
I don’t speak the language of my demise

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My name is Charles Joseph—I am a young poet living in New York City! I write about whatever comes to my heart. 🙂

3 responses to “Language”

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    ELLE

    Sometimes school is so daunting–there isn’t a class you take in high school that tells you what you can become when you’re older–it’s up to you to find that information. And it’s tough! The whole system needs a do-over.

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      sircharlesthepoet

      That is so true. I write a lot of poems against school, so people often say, “wow, you really hate school, don’t you?” And the thing is, I don’t hate school. I hate the system that runs it and make it so atrocious!

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  2. S. M. Saves Avatar
    S. M. Saves

    “Because real-eyes realize/These numbers and letters and signs and cosigns/Don’t sympathize.” — Excellent play on words!

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