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Shalyn Feb 2020
Every tick of the clock, every stroke,
reminds me of how fast each moment passes.
The days drip and the present
Becomes the past.

Time ebbing away,
And every window that opens up
is another opportunity that arises..
With every milestones cleared,
we retell tales with confidence;
About that time-
The times which still felt so far ahead.
All the struggles and
Rushing time,
to beat the eleventh hour.

We are all still a work in progress.

Looking back at those
years of growth,
bittersweet moments-
unforgettable memories we’ve made
Will be the friends that we had
And the way they made us laugh
So as for the memories and good times,
These will be the ones kept
so dearly to our hearts.
Sadie Jan 2020
You’ve always been there,
In the room next to mine.
I’d pound on our bathroom door,
Running out of time.

We’d yell at each other,
Screaming and fighting.
I sat through all your baseball games,
Even in lightning.

You’d play guitar for me,
I would sing.
Your music has always been my inspiration,
Its helped me to play my own strings.

Everyone loved you,
You could do it all.
From chess to sports to school,
You’d never drop the ball.

I used to be jealous of you,
Everything you could do.
It took far too long for me to realize,
It was only because I looked up to you.

Soon you’ll be leaving,
Going away.
Soon I’ll hardly see you,
Only on holidays.

I can’t remember our ages,
When “I hate you” became “I love you.”
I don’t know why we’ve changed,
But I’m glad we both grew.

So maybe as you conquer the world,
I’ll be seeing you less and less.
But I’ll think of you everyday,
Never with a second guess.

You won’t be there anymore,
In the room next to mine.
But I’ll always love you as my brother,
Regardless of city lines.
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
School is nearly run out,
Will you sign my yearbook?

The outside world in the rear-view mirror
Is closer than it appears,
And I'm getting scared.

What of all our tomorrows?
What will they bring?

For now, let's go steady.

One last kick & cheer for the crowd.
One last ditch from third period.
One last lockdown drill,

Just in case we end up under the gun...
NOT AGAIN!

*to all the tomorrows that never came*

Columbine High School - April 20, 1999
...
Saugus High School - November 14, 2019
...
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
A wise man once told
"Nothing"
I listened to his silence

Then the same man told
"Write what you feel”
I obeyed

Journey has never been a straight line yet we need to be okay with that. We expect something, something is there waiting for us to happen. Still our effort is to make life as smooth as we can. We plan, we work, we understand, we stay cautious, but we have to move on.

After all we learn.
And we don’t see things the way we used to.
Life is not always a movie with a happy ending.
If so, then why can't we believe death as a graduating time?

The end of us.
Genre: Observational
Theme: Transition
Emma Peterson Aug 2019
I hesitate
To admit that I tend to put things off until they absolutely must be dealt with

I was born here.
I’ve moved between neighborhoods but
These mountains have watched me grow up.

It’s always been the same
But somehow different
Things get older and people get bigger
Sometimes better sometimes a little scratched up
But they never get worse

There can always be found new in the old
Born again without ever dying
So we have to allow the old to grow
Let it be free from expectation and reputation
And say goodbye

If the heart is a muscle
How can it never tire and never rest?
I worry that when it’s pounding in my chest
It’ll eventually reach a breaking point
Where it can’t take anymore
“never again”'s and things left unfinished.
The price you pay for loving is losing
And because I can lose I know my heart is full and I have been given so much

From the sidewalks to the sunsets to the imaginary rattlesnakes
To fire pits and family dinners and my favorite burger place
To the family I’m not related to but always offer me a home
And the high school that may be falling apart but is held up by the people inside

But it can’t last forever, so
Even when the flowers die
And the vases sit empty
And act as gravestones to the things once celebrated
I will come lay a fresh bouquet
Say Hello to Goodbyes
And love and remember
The ones who made me.
Amaris Jul 2019
The blossom floats to the ground
It hits so violently all of hell shakes
Heaven gazes wordlessly from above,
Watching our actions, judging us.
One eye follows our every move,
Waiting for failure; maybe I'll never graduate
Let's wander past old brick buildings
(a collaboration)
Sophia E Fritz Jul 2019
New days come and go,
And fade into the past.
A future that I barely know,
Has appeared at last.

Soon I'll leave my old home,
For an new chapter I will find.
But the farther I roam,
The more I want to look behind.

I've been given a great life,
With friends and family that care.
Through whatever struggle or strife,
They have always been right there.

But what will I do when I'm all alone,
And far from their embrace.
Will I regret leaving home?
Will tears stain my face?

Who will be there to help me?
When my world falls apart.
Will I be happy?
Or will I end up with a broken heart?

Though many questions fill my mind.
As well as worries and fears.
There is someone I can always find,
Even through blinding tears.

So with an open heart,
God has comforted me.
Giving me a brand new start,
And showing where I am meant to be.

As I go through this new chapter,
Wherever it may lead.
No matter what comes after,
God is the only one I need.
An old poem I wrote for graduation last year.
e s mann May 2019
i am not prepared
and i'm glad.
because what else would there be left to learn?
in this huge
endless
ever-changing world?

our work is never done -
and thank /goodness/ it's not.
for we seek goodness,
but like competence,
will we ever actually reach it?

how can we stop here?
how can we be fully prepared?
how can we ever just find that holy grail?
what would be left to chase?
with an entire world to see, how can we narrow our vision
to one place
at one time?

i never want to leave my mark
on one place
at one time.
i never want to be comfortable,
stagnant,
still.

for we truly do have one
most glorious
most outstanding
most unique
most painful
most bittersweet
most fleeting
life.
this life won't make sense.
sometimes, it feels like we don't make sense.
yes, it's all strange -
it's all foreign,
in the best way.

so, no - i'm not "prepared."
i am ready.
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