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As freshman days draw to a close, A chapter ends, fond memories in repose. Our teacher departs, and with mixed feelings, we see, The end of an era, a bittersweet decree. Lessons learned, laughter shared, and An educational journey we truly cared.
I remember my first day
Couple of weeks into the new year
The day I first walked in.
Lil' shy heavy duty just joined a new community
Recently released from the medical facility
My heart beats faster and faster
My legs shake and burn more with every running step
How long have I been running?
I can't remember.
Its been so long,
You can not climb a mountain without slipping on a few rocks
You can not drive on a road without hitting a few bumps
You can not survive highshool without knowing what to do
Glowering at the bleached sheet of paper,then to the clock
I had 5 minutes to turn my thoughts to words in a poetic style
My english teacher ordered that we all write a poem from the heart
Glowering at the bleached sheet of paper,then to the clock
I had 5 minutes to turn my thoughts to words in a poetic way
My english teacher ordered we all write a poem from the heart
Glowering at the bleached sheet of paper,then to the clock
I had 5 minutes to turn my thoughts to words in a poetic way
My english teacher ordered we all write a poem from the heart
Chalk dust
Flakes from my fingers to my eyes,
As I rub the to-dos into lashes
And stare at the checkboxes for yesterday
Dear Class of 2018,
High School is supposed to be the best years of your life. I hope that’s not true.
Our horizons are forever
Only dimmed by words like never
The bright light stretches on
Unseen, but not gone
A light to chase til the end
No matter the way you have to twist or bend
Dear High School,
Here's to all the memories made ,
To all the rules broken,
To all the laughs,
To the friends who became family
Here's to the Best Dressed,
The Class Clown,
To the insecurities lurking silently in the deepest and darkest niches of my mind,
You work silently, slowly chipping away at my confidence like a woodpecker.
Dear College,
It's funny how a choice,
Made at such a young age,
Is able to show the voice,
Of who we will become.
Just think- where we go, who we will be be, how we end up,
Dear Ex-best friend,
While it has been months since we last spoke and an infinite amount left until we will speak again, it is time to get this off my chest.
Dear Me,
Four years have gone by in the blink of an eye
You're taller, bolder, older
You've found a sense of self.
But have you?
Times are everchanging.
