Today I am so nervous,
I have my first job interview,
That I already rescheduled three times,
I have an honors graduation ceremony,
and my mother will be putting my robe on,
Infront of my peers,
I have a practice before that,
That lasts two hours,
Then I run to my interview,
Then run home to change,
Then be at the ceremony at 6:30
It's a busy day,
and to think,
That tommarow,
I graduate....
maybe tommarow I'll read this poem
and laugh,
I didn't need to be so worried
after all.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
Nervousness is the feeling in you're chest,
The light tap tap of the heart,
With a tingling feeling,
Like a butterfly wants to rip out of you're chest,
But stays trapted in a cage,
with a one track mind,
That won't leave you for days,
As you loose sleep and wait,
As worrie and you're face changes,
Pale,
Butterfly, Butterfly,
Please go away...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Oh crap,
I applied for mcdonalds,
But I didn't really want the job,
Now I have an interview,
A day before my graduation ceremony,
****
I'm supposed to have another job interview,
With another burger flipping place,
****
What do I say,
What do I do,
Nervousness consumes me...
Bla...
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Promises are never delivered,
They are said but lay silent like corpses,
Because there is no life in these kinds of words,
Like a peaceful thought
They are a nice idea
But when reality hits
You find those words where much uglier.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
Working at a golf course,
Can mostly be a bore,
Nothing much to do,
But admire the grass and the early morning sunlight,
The smell of rabbit ****
mixed with morning dew,
Time doesn't fly but it's something you get used to,
But at least,
The boring is a peaceful one.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
We are kind of funny,
We come out of a hole breathing,
And go back to hole rotting,
Fin.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
West side house.
By: Hayden Mills.
When I was eight, seven, six,
The older boys and girls who lived in my area,
Had tight cliques,
Most of the boys Latino, Mexican,
White, black,
Listening to 2pac and wakaflaka,
"Let ya nutz hang" was the matto for some,
Brother vs. Brother one was ended with the sound of a gun,
One bullet made the heart go numb,
Now this doesn't mean any of us lived in the streets,
Yet a lot of kids my age claimed to be,
Most of us had a warm place and hot plate to eat,
No ghetto,
But the older boys in my area still dressed in black sagged geans,
Black shirts with the white one underneath,
Shaved heads or hats or bandanas,
A chain and a watch,
So the pretty girls would watch.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Red car top down.
By: Hayden Mills.
I see these two dudes,
In a nice red car with the top down,
Two georgous girls in the back,
A blond,
And I can't quite remember the other,
While in the back seat of my dads tuck,
My ****** expression changes,
And I think,
I am nothing,
They could never be me,
Its not even in my grasps,
So why dream...
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Puke.
No girl would like me
Uuuuuuuugh
Look at my *** belly
Uuuuuuugh
Today somebody sqeezed my "man *****
Uuuuuuuugh
Somebody called me a ****** but its a "joke"
Uuuuugh
Don't eat that you'll feel worse
Uuuuuuuugh
You're so full
Uuuuugh
You gained some weight dude jeez!
Uuuuuuuuugh
No breakfreast or lunch only dinner
Uuuuuuuugh
Feel the acid in you're throat
Uuuuuuuugh
You're a boy so of course no one will know,
Uuuuuuugh
Wear big shirts and baggy cloths
Uuuuugh
Don't go anywhere without a hoodie
Uuuuuuuugh
No *** for you you're disgusting
Uuuuuuuugh
F#ck a big heart, look at that belly,
Bbblaaaaaauuuuugh
Get out of the shower...
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Money where you're mouth is.
Today on the telivison screen,
They where talking of the economy,
But the man who was talking,
About graphs and statistics,
Had the money in his pockets,
So what would he have known,
About it.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC