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Em or Finn May 2015
The end
It's almost upon me
Approaching like a cheetah
I cannot escape

The night I get dressed up
With a gown around me
The hat on my head
The tassels

The cords around my neck
Strangling me
Making it hard to breathe
The words escaping

I don't want this night to come
The stage lights producing sweat
As I walk across to receive a piece of paper
Saying I made it
I survived

I'm meant to celebrate
The end of my journey
The end of the hell
All my classmates put me through

But that night
When I move my tassel
Will be the beginning
Of my goodbyes

There have been very few
To be by my side
To encourage me
To love me

While some leave with me
To places unknown
I must leave some back
To survive alone in this ring of fire

I won't survive the night
Without tears down my face
Without choking on my words
My fears

How do you tell someone
That you love them
And that they alone
Have helped you live

No one said goodbyes were easy
But now I know what they mean
I feel it in my heart
The emptiness
The loneliness

So I walk towards my teacher
Thinking about my friends
Grab the diploma
And cry
graduation
Jules Apr 2015
Thoughts bustle left and right,
Pulling limbs from every direction,
Taunting voices swirling around and around,
Never one louder than the rest,
All loud noise,
Never settling,
An endless static buzz consuming every bone in my body,
Not knowing where to turn,
Forever dizzy,
210 days until still silence
~ Term 2 of year 12, 210 days until graduation.  ~
Kareena Mar 2015
My best friend in third grade
Knew I liked this one boy
So we imagined ourselves in twelfth grade
At graduation night, throwing our caps in the air

She dared me to kiss him on the lips at that moment
In the very distant future
To declare my "like" for him after all that time
When we were about to say goodbye forever
Because to a third grader, graduation doesn't seem so final

But thinking about it now
The boy I liked in third grade
Is not the boy I love in twelfth
He wasn't even the boy I liked in fourth

Even several years ago
I imagined that if we never were together
I would find you on that night
Diploma in hand, blushing uncontrollably under my tassel
And kiss you
Tell you that I have loved you for as long as I can remember
And that I will love you until I forget myself entirely
But times changed again like they did in third grade
I am different than I was, but yet love the same

Graduation seemed to always be that time
Now or never, now or never, now or never
That if I were going to do something
Confess something to
Someone I never had the courage to love
It would be on that date
Because the next day
*We would both leave
It is approaching way too fast
Lex Feb 2015
I say "I'm sorry" as if it's a bandage for all the damage I've caused.

Whether that damage be to myself or others.

So I just want to say this.

I'm sorry for the saddening texts at midnight when I'm sitting and reminiscing. I'm sorry for stumbling upon words or stuttering in my sentences when I talk. I'm sorry for speaking silently when I see you, because ****, I'm just so stubborn on the idea of sending messages through a screen. I'm sorry that it's going to be a sticky situation when we see each other for what might be the last time. I'm sorry for even saying all of this. And just remember, once you graduate and you're out of this ****** school in the heart of this ****** town, I'm going to miss you. And I'm sorry for that too.
Sean Dez Feb 2015
We walk together,
just two kids with toes in the sand,
towards the deep blue water
where small waves push against the shore.

It seems so far away,
like we'll never make it.
So we just take the time slowly.
We laugh and we play,
not thinking about what's ahead

Together we make the most of every minute we face.
But shortly, minutes fade into months,
with no hope of getting them back.

It seems like years since we began walking this beach.
We've grown use to our toes in the sand,
but as the waves dance across the shore
the sand morphs into a sticky mud,
that we've yet to face

Our feet sink in,
keeping us from walking any farther.
Instead, telling us to stay
and make what we can of what's left

Centuries pass before we turn to each other
and salty tears stick to our faces
as we know what is to come.

You say your final words,
choking on them like venom,
before you turn your back on me
and gracefully dive into the waves.
Just to leave me alone on the sand.

The pain of you gone strikes a chord
causing my heart to crumble like a stone

I'll remember you for sure.
No matter where you go,
I always will

I can only ask you to do the same.
All I ask
is that you remember our footprints in the sand
Madison Jan 2015
Lately
I can not tell if I feel trapped,
or just lonely.
I walk through halls
filled with heads
emptier than mine.
I often loathe
waking up in the morning;
I know the day will be miserable.
Five months
is too long to just pass time;
I don't want to waste more of mine.
I can't relate to anyone,
at least not anymore.
I haven't connected
with these small-minded,
small-town people
for the past seventeen years.

I need to get out of here.
River Scott Jan 2015
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is big
Tomorrow marks the last
The last semester
Of high school.

Tonight
Tonight is stressful
Tonight marks that last
Scared feeling
Of high school.

Second semester
Last semester
Senior year
Spring break
Prom
Graduation

I never thought
It'd come to an end
I'm scared out of my mind
But it needs to end

I live in a box
Wake up
Go to school
See the same people
Go home
Sit in my room
Go to bed

I can't break the box
Until I leave this place
I can't leave this place
Until I break the box

So I run in circles
And I wait for the end

-r.y.s
The end is finally near and I want to turn around.
River Scott Jan 2015
New Year's Eve
2 minutes to midnight
1 minute
30 seconds
20 seconds
10 seconds
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1

It's a new year
But it's a scary year
Every year
It's just been back to the same thing
Back to school
Back to friends
Back to boring

This year,
everything is changing
Back to school
till May
April showers
Bring high school graduations

4th of July fireworks
Fade into freshman year
of college.
College
I've always dreamed of this
But it's so close
And I want a redo

Because it's been
almost a whole year
since you left
and I sit
and think of you
everyday

We were supposed to do this
together.
But you left.

-r.y.s
And yet I still love you.
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