#senioryear
No uniforms.
No white plumes and capes on Senior Night.
No fitting 30 people on one row of bleachers.
No hugging after the run of the halftime show.
No slapping each other's heads during.
"Good Luck, Don't ****
No linking arms and singing as a section for the rituals before the show.
No competitions.
This is what COVID has taken away
from my high school marching band.
But.
We STILL play.
We STILL march.
We STILL laugh.
We STILL say "Good Luck, Don't **** and "slap" each other...
but from a distance.
We STILL do our chants and sing our songs in 6-feet apart circles.
We STILL have fun.
COVID has taken many fun things away
from my senior year in marching band.
But even with social distancing,
marching band is still family.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
I go back to school tomorrow...
Am I scared?
Yes.
Definitely.
But I'm excited.
Even though masks will be worn,
And I'll only get to see my friends with last names
beginning with A-K,
I'm still excited to finally be back.
I know it won't be a regular senior year.
But tomorrow is my last first day of high school.
And I can't wait.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
This was supposed to be your year
You were supposed to rule the halls
The things you had planned
Spending time with your friends
One last year, making memories
Sadly, they were cut so short
Told to stay home, keeping a distance
The rest of the school year, gone like that
I hope your school reschedules a prom
Nothing else, have a gathering later on
Your teachers, they really miss you
The sound of your laughter, shouts and jokes
Things were not supposed to go this way
Sitting at home, losing track of the days
You were supposed to have an amazing year
Instead, you feel like it's a scene from Groundhog Day
Are you taking time off, will you stick with your plan?
No matter what, just do the best that you can
To the class of 2020. I wish you nothing but the best!
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
This is a story begun
Never ended
Everytime I try
Just shush, just listen
It's all fuzzy, glitching
I can not seem to find my motivation in anything
Unless prompted by a grade
I can pass your course, yet I'll fail my life
I'd dream myself to be something other than a student
If your class didnt take all my time
If I did not spend my nights trying to find a reason why ...
Knowledge makes me want to die
Consume my mind
A few more credits to accredit my worth
Unassisted, a lack of support tore my nature to explore
and gave me the power to put on a wry smile and lie
Mutter, "I'm fine"
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
they say these are the best four years of my life
and i never believed it for a second
with only weeks left
i finally understand the amazing experiences i’ve had
and the connections i’ve made and lost
i’ll never get anywhere else
these times pass through my head like a well made song
that is able to bring you to tears
with only a few notes
memories that i can never recreate
or fabricate
for once in my high school career i’m thinking
i might actually miss this
getting up at the crack of dawn
riding a bus through a foggy autumn morning
to go to classes that i hated
but that i now want to repeat
with this ending
i’m actually growing up now
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
It’s our final year,
Of high school here,
Then soon we’ll leave our mark,
To make a world of our own.
Though we are just a speck,
Drifting through time.
It seems through all these years,
Gone in just a flash of light,
That moved way too fast.
We’ve made it through the stress,
And moments of being depressed.
Now we are waiting for our moment,
Where we will be best dressed.
Some will apply to move forward,
And others prefer to stay,
But we all will make decisions,
To make our own way.
Ordering our gowns,
Removing our frowns,
Planning for prom,
Not realizing,
How much we might miss mom.
But until that day,
Here we’ll stay,
Waiting for our taste of freedom.
But until that day,
Here we’ll stay,
To a new chapter,
To a story that has just begun.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Tonight I sit lackadaisical
After a week of the last routine
I think back to the start on the mall
The roaring chants of the scene
Has it been a decade
Or only a month
How much longer do we have to go
As shovel by *****
Both millions of times and once
We find the final, finishing blow
Tonight I sit, exhausted
Just thinking about what comes next
Because one senior week, I've lost it
And, politically, I don't have a plan for the rest
Then I think of that day in D.C.
Shouting "This is what democracy looks like!"
Pink ***** hats as far as eyes could see
And millions worldwide trying to get things right
I sit in this booth, so ******* worn out
Just knowing that we've still just begun
I chastise myself for being inactive
It, and sometimes I just want to run
But then I see comics speak on air
And I see some postcards in a store
And I feel like we can really get there
If we keep at it a little more
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
I'll be the Harley Quinn
To your Joker gender bend
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Today, I am beginning
Only to end.
This body has blossomed in a field of green;
Has bled shades of red;
Stared at a horizon ablaze with yellow;
And now, this body will face
The bluest of skies.
Whether my skies are clear or
Consumed with droplets of rain,
I will always end up seeing
Nothing but blue.
Nothing but 10 shades of blue,
Until I see another sun set
Until a palette of colours are
Painted on the horizon
Until stars are forced to form constellations
Until a beginning of
A new morning.
But one day, my new mornings
Will not consist of
The bluest of skies.
There may be a hint of pink,
a touch of purple,
or a sliver of orange.
And that's okay.
Because weather forecasts were not meant
To only be clear blue skies and
Colours were not meant to have
Only one shade.
Blue possesses a fading beauty
Now unappealing
But never forgotten
It is THE last set of my own primary colours -
green, red, and yellow.
Once I set down this
Familiar brush dipped in
blue paint,
I will start anew with a
Fresh set of colours.
A clean canvas once again.
Today, I am ending
Only to begin.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
We discuss the darkness of humanity in class.
It's enlightening.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
For every night we've spent sitting on loveseats
crying about mistakes and burdens promising to haunt
us for the rest of our under-grad, I could've gotten a humanities
degree two years ago.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
You fell asleep before I even got my bra off
Giving me a B for half-assed, dreaded, and deadened effort
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
Tuesday night Adderall highs
Strung out on sleepless Spotify
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
I find it hilarious
How we know each other so well.
We're like two halves of a whole.
Synced onto the same wave length.
But it's not going to be so funny when
One day
Maybe some time soon
That our connection will (have to) be
cut.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
I shouldn't have opened my door for you.
(After all aren't you supposed to be the gentleman?)
You left the door wide open
So that you'd have a sweet escape.
But I mean the least you could have done is closed it
On your way out.
At least have the decency to say "goodbye."
At least have the common courtesy to say
Where you're bound to next.
But you didn't do that.
You didn't say "bye."
You didn't say anything.
You just
Left.
So even though I'm starting at an empty doorway,
Let me be the one to say it.
Thanks for everything-
You were there when I really needed a friend
And for that I am grateful.
It's been an interesting trip,
But like everything else
It's come to its end.
After all
I'm not a firm believer in "forever"
When it comes to people..
But I hope that wherever you go,
You'll be doing all right.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
You make me want to give you the world,
But the world is what is stopping us.
You make me want to do a dance,
But I don't dance.
You make me want to get out of town,
But leaving you would hurt so bad.
You make me want to believe in "forever,"
But I don't have faith in that anymore.
You make me want to be happy
But a smile can hide so much.
You make me the luckiest girl in the world,
But I know that it can't be me.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
It's not that I can't do it.
It's more of a "I-don't-want-to" type of situation.
I don't want to commit
Or make promises that I know I can't keep.
That just wouldn't be fair,
& I wouldn't dare hurt you again.
I'm much too scared to take that chance.
But believe me,
I wish I could-
I want to more than anything.
If I had the opportunity,
I would tell you everything
And show you all that I've had to hide.
All the closed doors
Sealed up windows
Would be yours to open up.
I would hold your hand
Proud and tight
Because I'd want the world to see that I'm yours.
There would be no secrets
No more blurred lines.
Just you and me
Like you've always wanted.
But I know that as much as I want for this to happen,
I won't let it.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
it feels more bitter than sweet
when i close my eyes and remember
those autumn months.
we became like the leaves,
falling down as the wind shook us.
and oh, how we fell.
we fell in love
while falling apart.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
It's not as much butterflies in my stomach anymore.
They've migrated to my throat,
Choking me off.
I want to say something beautiful
Paint a picture of eloquence that would take your breath away,
But apparently I'm the one lacking air.
What used to fill my whole being with a flush anticipation
Has caused a fickle for my respiration.
Under the cluster of wings in my throat
I feel each movement-
The hum of so called life
(But will I still be living when I lack air?).
These butterflies have lone gone from wonderful and turned
Disastrous.
It makes me wonder how something so beautifully fragile could turn so
Deadly.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
you asked me where i wanted to go,
but all i said was i don't know.
you handed me a map,
but i laid it on my lap.
i rested my head on the window
and watched the passing show of
tree
after
tree
after
tree.
i took solace in the one thing
i knew i had-
myself.
it might not have been enough
but it was the most that i had.
so i held it tight in my chest
and braced myself for the road
set before us.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
I know it's just a number,
Something made up of ones, twos, and threes.
It isn't a label,
But I feel as if I've lost the stamp of approval.
I'm way up here
But I want to be way down
there.
After all
The less one is
The more he is viewed.
& sometimes it doesn't hurt to be seen.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC