Reflection

I graduated high school yesterday. That was exciting...


Reflection - June 20, 2011

I am old now
I look at myself in the mirror and say
You’re too young
You’re too dumb
You can’t graduate today!

There’s more to learn
You need so much time to mature
Look at you
You’re a baby
Too innocent and pure

The big scary world,
Cause it’s out there you know,
It will eat you
Attack you
Give you blow after blow

Grads were grown-up
When I looked as a child
All mature
Had no problems
And were never ever wild

When I look
I’m opposite from what I saw then
Immature
Full of problems
I feel about ten

But here I stand
With a cap and a gown
I’m so nervous
That’s my name
I feel clumsy as a clown

Now it’s done
I’ve got my diploma in hand
Time to go
Room to grow
In this uncharted land

Spring Poetry!

I have 47 days of high school left. Ever. This is so weird...

Since I've been unpoetic all of March I must make up for it in April. Spring is mostly here for some of the time and I like it. (I got a little scared when yesterday's rain morphed into snow but it didn't last,thank goodness!)

Spring (written March 31, 2011)

The twentieth of March is not the first day of Spring
That is to say, not always the day on which it does begin
Spring cannot be assigned a day on which it must occur
It starts in parts, in parts it starts
The coming of the Spring

In dirty snow, the roadway's slush
Through frozen puddles of frozen mush
The dreary grime, so grey and bleak
Here starts a part, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

The icicles drip and puddles melt
Grey clouds gather, drops are felt
Away the dirt, the soot, the grime
Here start more parts, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

Through patchy snow peeks yellow grass
Overnight puddles freeze, smooth as glass
Sun reappears and shares her warmth
Here starts a part, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

Snow's gone to stay and grass grown green
The streets are once more clear and clean
In flowerbeds the plants now bloom
Here are the parts, these parts there are
And now has come the Spring