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May 2015 · 556
my scedual for today (poem
JavNiv May 2015
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.
My scedual today is pretty hectic
May 2015 · 930
Butterfly jitters
JavNiv May 2015
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,
Butterfly, Butterfly,
Please go away...
I've been a little on edge lately
May 2015 · 2.4k
Oh Crap.
JavNiv May 2015
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...
A poem about possiblybeing stuck at mcdonalds
May 2015 · 444
The Lie of Promises.
JavNiv May 2015
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.
This is a poem from a book I published it is copyrighted
Jul 2014 · 1.5k
Life on a Golf course.
JavNiv Jul 2014
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.
I work as part of an internship program at a golf course miles away from my house during my summers off from school
Jun 2014 · 1.1k
JavNiv Jun 2014
We are kind of funny,
We come out of a hole breathing,
And go back to hole rotting,
Jun 2014 · 958
West side house.
JavNiv Jun 2014
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.
I decided to write about some of the older kids on the block I grew up around as a kid.
May 2014 · 522
Red car top down.
JavNiv May 2014
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 2014 · 1.2k
JavNiv May 2014

No girl would like me
Look at my *** belly
Today somebody sqeezed my "man *****"
Somebody called me a ****** but its a "joke"
Don't eat that you'll feel worse
You're so full
You gained some weight dude jeez!
No breakfreast or lunch only dinner
Feel the acid in you're throat
You're a boy so of course no one will know,
Wear big shirts and baggy cloths
Don't go anywhere without a hoodie
No *** for you you're disgusting
F#ck a big heart, look at that belly,
Get out of the shower...
JavNiv May 2014
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.
I wrote this poem while watching the news at a hotel a man was talking about the economy and school systems yet he was the one wearing a nice suit and tie

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