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Jeanmarie Nov 2020
He was a senior.
Who had his whole life in his hands,
With plans of playing soccer in college
Just one sport’s injury took that all away  
His friends stayed by his bedside getting ready to say

Their final goodbyes  
They stayed so he wasn’t be lonely
They all sit and start desperately praying
That he will pull through and not go out so shortly
They are tough guys so they don’t show their terrified tears

The boy was so young.
He had his whole life in his hands,
With excitement to go away to school
Just one accident took all his dreams away.
Life is truly only a quick temporary state.
Anemone Nov 2020
I live in a time when we hide our faces
I live in a time when we still fight for equal rights for all races
I live in a time when school shootings are the norm
I live in a time when history is taking another new form

I live in a generation who jokes about death
I live in a generation who laugh and cry in a single shaky breath
I live in a generation who don’t believe the truth
I live in a generation who never had a happy youth

I live in a world while I scream and shout
I live in a world while no one lets me out
I live in a world while I am trying to cope
I live in a world while I cling to hope

I live in a place where school children are waiting to die
I live in a place where boys are told that “real men don’t cry”
I live in a place where dreams are killed
I live in a place where a higher death count means our leaders are skilled

Still, I live
In this place,
In this time,
And I will survive.

I live in a house
I live in a home
I live in a body I can call my own

I live in a bubble I’m trying to pop
I live in a mind unwilling to stop
I live in a note, a powerful song
I live in a voice that is still singing strong

When news of the pandemic reached my high school, no one was thinking of the impact that year.
We all thought that the government would never close our schools.
They would leave us to die, and we would wait to be killed.
The first thought when we were told that school would not be the same was, well this just means I won’t die by a bullet while trying to pass geometry.
When did trying to survive high school become so literal?
I am terrified that I will never hug my friends again.
I am terrified that I have had my last moments in high school.
I wanted a graduation.
I wanted a prom.
I wanted to sing and perform.
I wanted to be somewhat happy.
I don’t know how to stop this pain in my chest, spreading more and more hurting me beyond anyone’s comprehension.
I am so alone, and yet I crave the quiet.
It’s too loud, but no one is singing.
I just want to have the memories that everyone has.
I just want to hug my best friend again.
I want to worry about college, not how and when, and where I will die.
I want to be a kid, for the next few months.
Because this is the last chance I’ll get.
And the end of my childhood will be marked by months of being alone and devastated.
I just want to be a kid while I still can.
Ken Pepiton Aug 2020
Once
Big, big as ever if

big as ever is as
if
you imagine ever was happening
before you,
ever was
begun for you to be alive in
time
after time, you think, you remember,
or did you recall

the sense of it all
once, small.
--
still small
voice
always saying this is good
this is the way,
ya'll come.

--
none came.
no flock forms, money does not grow
faith, nor faith, money,
funny,
it seems we should have known.

having been in the biz,
at the very bottom,
on the streets
pushing hope.

-- do you know who Jesus is?
--- yeah, he loves losers, like you
-- right, that's him,
say hi, tell 'im I sent ya.

I be gwan on downd'road, to'n'fro
findese fellers fallen by the wayside,
so I poke 'm
point'em to the middle way and laugh
at them
until they
run away, one way road reality,
like evolving ideas
passing through
revolving doors

beyond the ken, the know, the knowledge
beyond the pale, the palisade,

the wall, the brink,
the edge of if.
Some days are fun to live as if it is the last, practice makes perfect. Take your time.
Karly Codr Jul 2020
I went back to marching band today
I want to quit
I won't let myself though
It's my senior year
And my school year is already getting **** on
I won't lose the one thing I love
About going to school
My section this year ***** but it's fine
Ken Pepiton May 2020
Pride of place, you take any you positions, I am
at the bottom, fit wherever yous can,

spread thin, ele-mentally thin, surface tension,
truth be told,

as thin as any bubble skin you can imagine being in,
with me,
crazy-- no, not crazy, as in irrational unstable,
with no stashed redeemed idle words to use to make,
ferventingly and effect ual affectionate
art. Art art art, I am art, Ai ai ai, I am in fection per pro
fessorial critque
AI
cuty pi, french curvature sure to pitch that screwball,
Fibbonacci's sion, seeing

so many things follow this curve from a point, might
I?
So, if I were a pinecone, why would I take this
golden progression in materialization,

printing, as in 3-D, at geo-speed, indeed, but we can see;
now, is 2020 and it only gets better,
once.
"This is your life"
Oops, the object orienting this program has slipped

the surly bonds of earth,
in his mind... is that crazy enough? Are you content?
After a long youtube morning in Samuel Beckett's  allusion to the thinnest of sanities imaginable.
JGuberman Apr 2020
Today is my 60th birthday.
For milestone birthdays in the past, I used to leave the country from time to time.
At my 30th I went to Israel,
At my 50th Brazil,
And now, I can’t even leave my house.
I could have spent $100m and had myself shot into space
Though with Lily going to college in the fall,
Spending that money on anything else right now wouldn’t be wise.
Adventure is now defined as going to the supermarket.
Living dangerously would be doing that without a mask and gloves.
Though I’ve reached the age when I can now go at 6 AM
The modern equivalent of putting me out on an ice flow
Or an alternate to adult day care.
All for the sake of making my Neanderthal ancestors proud of
My Hunting and gathering skills.
I’d like to say ‘next year in Jerusalem’
But I’d really like to get to tomorrow first.
Ahem.
Ellis Reyes Feb 2020
It’s that time of life when….

Your friends’ deaths didn’t come too soon
Your body is no longer as reliable as it was
Your dog dies and you wonder if it’s fair to adopt another
You smile at the first timers asking for senior discounts
You concern yourself far more with comfort than fashion
Words like cantankerous and curmudgeon fit much more snugly
Events in your lifetime appear with increasing frequency on the History Channel
Popular culture is completely unrelatable
All of the food choices you make contain the words “Low” and “Reduced”
Your energy is more potential than kinetic
Teenagers refer to your friends as Nana and Grandpa
Actuarial tables are not your friends
Your investments transition from growth to preservation
Your bucket list takes on a genuine sense of urgency
Because every experience may be the last
A few thoughts about getting old
Thanks God, Thanks Lord here is my God success two.
I trust in God even on dark days, this is God success two.
Indeed no side deal with the devil, I trust on the Lord.
Never lose faith, this life sometimes is a gravel road;
My heart was still in deep pain, my mind full of questions.
This child is a blessing, no more pains, no more questions.
I am so deep sad to take you back on that tragic of losing a child;
Tears after tears, thoughts after thoughts of my child.

I am so deep sad if you are on this, but one day it will be over.
The first thing is to forgive yourself, trust in God, it will be over.
The wrong thing, is to think it is over with life, I know is the situation.
I am so deep sad to tell you that devil got heaven permission;
God of love trusted me and you, that we will pass this devil course.
God success two, is an award that I got after passing that devil course.

-Written by: The Senior
-The Difference
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