Graduating
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it feels so easy to let the world slip away.
old friends pass like water
through shriveled fingertips
on aching, time-shorn hands.
the evergreen forest outside brick walls
I hesitateTo admit that I tend to put things off until they absolutely must be dealt with
I was born here.I’ve moved between neighborhoods butThese mountains have watched me grow up.
Everyday I think of June second
What happend after graduating
Do we stop living for the minute
Does it hit then, when you think about the late nights and procrastinating
Do we get a job then
I'm walking out the door
while others are coming in.
I'd gladly switch places
just to be home again.
They drive so far I can't see,
the town of memories
that use to involve me.
walking across the green grass
almost time to say goodbye to our class
sweaty palms and shaky knees
finally going to be free
anxiously waiting to hear your name
looking around to see who all came
My tomahawk pride will shortly be coming to an end.
Every morning I wake up to the same constant battle,
Just my alarm clock
And I.
I take a cushioned seat among the crowd of seniors,
Then the bell rings.
Can you believe it's really here?It's October of our senior year. Our class is closer, closer than ever.Why can't this year just last forever? As we send in our first college application,
It's just a cage.
This building of words and numbers,
Is just a cage.
Inside this cage are
i never learned how toregister to vote, or howto save money with mycollege-student budget,
or how not to lose mymind under the pile oftextbooks that sit on mydesk, or my keys for that
What can I tell you about my school?
It’s okay, nothing special
Been with the same kids year after year
Been with the same teachers year after year
It tends to get monotonous
Hearing the same drama
This is not a regular poem....it more of how I feel at this moment....school and life issue the most stressful thing that in my life but, I made to where I'm graduating in the spring.
Wow I cant believe I finished high school.
This feeling I feel is too cool.
I thank my mom for everything
and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything.
I want to be the best I can be
Four years ago.
Walking through the halls,
Everything around new.
So many people,
Many older and wiser than you.
Just a fish,
Thrown into a massive sea.
Fifteen - there was still time for you.
Bubbles flutter to surface searching free
Attempting to find their home above tide
But try not to leave comrades back at sea
A small adventure it was,
a mile journey.
On crumbling pavement,
carrying my sandals in my left hand.
Barefoot,
blisters forming,
small cuts from tiny shards of glass,
thrown to the roads.
Time to start off fresh
I just bought this new dress
it's time to go out
I'm gonna have to shout
Graduation is here
It's time to hear you cheer.
SNAP, CRACKLE, POP!
To the Top
There are no limits so don't stop
A Triumphant one cannot drop
There's a knockout --
not a flop.
With my head held high
the limit is not the sky;
So young and bold,
we are too proud to admit that we care--
Yet, we still have no care in our world.
We are the gold miners of the Earth.
Digging in the dust and in ourselves,
