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Beads of sweat roll down my forehead as my fingers fly all over the keyboard
There's not much time, I need to get it done, I need this to be perfect
It's my saving grace for my lousy performance through high school
It's the leap that will take me to the next level

How's my grammar? Did I spell these words correctly?
Will they finish reading it with a lasting impression?
Am I thought-provoking? Too serious? Too unprofessional?
These questions only continue to clog my mind

I handed the type-written output over
And ask the guidance counselor if I'll do fine
She nods and fills my head with reassuring words
I swallowed them down and stiffly said 'thanks'

The car ride home summoned a couple of daydreams
I pictured myself getting into the honoree list
And making my parents' hearts swell with pride
But let's be real: Am I even going to make it?

Here I sit in front of the laptop again, fingers ready
To explore a wide range of prestigious universities
Maybe they'll require me to write an essay again
I swear on everything I'll write them better than the last
I passed the application form for this high-standard university, which required me to write an essay. I'm frankly scared as hell of how the admissions officers will react to my work.
In a sea of sweaty people and no air, you're there, no doubt
Like font made bold, your thick lashes and laughter lines stand out

Being attracted to you is perilous, a sign of my impending doom
I can't stop inundating you with flustered stares across the room

You beset me with selfish and opportunistic wants better not said
So I'll dream of you shoving me up against a wall instead
Because he has no idea how hard it is to tell myself to chill out and not act upon my urges.
Prideful father of two men
Even to his eldest day
Remained stiff and unbroken
While Hector was taken away
His inner strength rivaled steel
Enough to make his enemies kneel
This is an epithet we were assigned to create during English class. Also, this is to celebrate 1.1k reads on here.

I view King Priam as one of the most interesting characters of the Iliad. He has to play the part of king and father, and we can really see how much he loves and honors his children especially when he swallows his kingly pride and begs on his knees to Achilles to ransom Hector's dead body.
Lazy, procrastinating, worthless boy
Who knew he’d topped his classes before?
High school came and robbed his joy
As his grades sank to the ocean floor

He found solace in computer games
While he kept his books tucked away
‘The lessons are hard, that’s all,’ he claims
As Mom and Dad think he’s gone astray

Senior year was his wake-up call
To abandon the games and take up his books
This was his final chance, after all
And the deciding factor of how his future looks
So  I became a member of our school paper and this is one of my submissions! I hope you like it.
You seem so kind on the eyes
With your bronze skin and dark hair
And dimples when you smile
Not getting to see you much is unfair

You remain indecipherable to me
And I have some needs, you see
You take some thorough unraveling
But I'm up for a challenge, I can guarantee

You should be avoided, people say
'That boy's got a girl,' they'd reason
Strangely, frankly, I really don't care
You're the guy fruit in season

You and I kissed to Arctic Monkeys
In a dream that crawled into my nap
It's unrealistic and absurd, I know
But I'd still explore you like a map

You would disappear inevitably
From the lines on the map I've traced
This attraction lies under category: Physical
But in the meantime, let's keep our fingers interlaced
I've just got the eye for beauty, that's all. I like beautiful people and things.
On the floor lies a shattered teacuP
Dropped by prim, graceful handS
Belonging to a certain somebodY
It was a monster so sadistiC
That he carried his wratH
Wherever he would gO
He'd be waiting at your doorsteP
With the hunger of a piranhA
When he takes you as prey like thaT
You'll regret ever crossing a psychopat**H
Hannibal-inspired (the TV series). I'm still not over the Season 2 finale.
You love to dance
And you tell me it defines you
I knew you had told me nothing but the truth
As your body took the reigns and my gaze was glued

You like being looked at
Because the muddy, sloppy side of you kicks in
To you, it doesn't matter who stares
As long as you could get to pull them in

You love the taste of blood in your mouth
But you feel so much strongly for a pair of lips
Crushed against your own
With a pair of hands snaking toward your hips

You don't care about the hands
At least that's what I've heard
But I got the impression that maybe, just maybe
You just need someone to say the word

You aren't valued so well, John
And I am angered by the objectification of you
Maybe, just maybe it could be you and me
We can make it happen if you get the clue
You're beautiful, man. We have not established a solid friendship yet, but maybe we could work something out of my fascination for you.
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