I got to experience hell
for 4 years
before I even died

It's called high school

Sit, stand, walk, talk, write, read.
They think that they are teaching you everything you need,
and if you don't go to class you're failed you deadbeat
Admit defeat
Adjust to the heat
Mat test on Monday, science, history and English test on Tuesday and don't forget to read that book until tomorrow.
My blood build and I want them to feel how sorry -
I am for them that they do not understand
We are individuals from different named lands throughout the city
We have the rich the poor the A-kids and the sissies.
The jocks who mocks the nerds and where am I?
I stand between everyone and all I'm in my own line.
We need the schools to adjust to every individual to give them the same change of success.
Give the dyslexic a shot
Help the Adhd kid to relief her stress
So she doesn't make a mess of everything she is trying to achieve.
And you might realize that many of these individuals are so much smarter than you think
When you help them to float instead of helping them to sink.

S -
sweet spring mornings
small sparrows singing
soft rain spiraling down

P-
packing for spring break
picnics on pebbles
parties with pizzaz

R-
realizing school is almost released
relaxing with reliable friends
romance in the rambunctious evenings

I-
interesting weather patterns
inviting iconic friends into your home
impossible things seem possible

N-
nothing compares to the warm spring days
nutritious berries are native to this time of year
nervous for finals

G-
good days with great friends
gorgeous dresses are good for prom
great last days of senior year

To Jess

The heat, the humidity,
And the bright blankness of the sky.

Handicapped by fear, not darkness.
Shaken, yet their bodies vigilant.

Bold crimson seared through the flesh
Like fresh sin bled into it.

A conspicuous scarlet letter.
I was a public display, a warning to all.

An audience of whispers whirled before me,
But I did not waver like they did.

Cross after cross, crisis after crisis,
Crucifixion made hands sandpaper dry.

My sentence was final. A full stop.
I danced with deadly weight.

I was hell itself. I had walked through fire.
My skin marked unforgiving constellations.

So what was that little light of yours,
To a shell dead inside?

They make me laugh,
They make me cry.
For any of them
I would gladly die.
I'd take a bullet
Right through my heart
Just so we
Would never part.
We were fine in the beginning,
Just a big circle of love.
I swore they were angels
God sent from above.
But as the years progressed
They started to change.
I had a bad feeling
Things would never be the same.
One went ******,
No one was safe in her path.
Things were great with the rest,
But how long could that last?
The crazy one, the loud one,
The one I consider my sister.
I found out this year
Just how much I would miss her.
A misunderstanding,
A stupid mistake.
I didn't know
How much it would take.
We're doing better now,
But it's npt the same.
Sometimes I feel like
My whole life's been rearranged.
Out of four I have two.
They've been by my side.
Around them, I know
I don't have to hide.
But, as i feared,
They're changing too.
Someone, please help me!
I don't know what to do. I can't loose them.
It'll break my heart.
I don't want us ever
To be apart.
But one's getting annoyed.
I can hear it in her voice.
She doesn't like the drama,
But this wasn't my choice!
I guess I have one
Who will always care.
Whenever I need her
I know she'll be there.
If she's not busy, that is,
Making promises she can't keep.
Then I'll have to deal on my own,
Crying myself yo sleep.
Don't think I regret meeting them
From what you have read,
Because I don't.
Remember, like I said:
They make me laugh,
They make me cry.
For any of them,
I would gladly die.
I'll hold them in my heart
For now until Forever's end.
Who are these people?
They are my best friends.

Don’t you feel that we really belong because
There are windmills in your eyes
Darker than for your mother’s sadness when she goes
Away into the loneliness in her kitchen:
And there doesn’t have to be any more reason for these
Tattoos except that I went away to Spain so many odd years
Ago:
I barely graduated high school: a truant with a purple
And silver jaw who is no longer beautiful-
Lost so long ago: kidnapped by the long extinctions of fireworks:
Each peeling whistle strangely reminiscent of our lives together,
Until collected under another school bus, I have nothing
Else to do but to listen to the long day as it rains
In fake knives- and my Muse named Alma turns in,
Frowning over my misuse of the queens language and all of
My scars, scarred like a spearing pylon
Presumptuous in the bay that the terrapins circle, with jokes
And farts, as she bites her fingernails,
And the green cannons bask in the seashells of the afternoon sky:
It might as well be Easter with the beauty resurrected there:
And the airplanes like metamorphosed school buses,
And the stewardesses languishing there, high atop the
Revolutions and serving drinks, smiling with the affable
Insouciance that I remembered all of my sweet hearts giving to me
From high school.