Category: poetry

Afterward.

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Afterward, I have learned how to love
But you have gone long ago, disappearing in the crowd.

Afterward, having wiped away tons of tears I finally realized,
you were just one of the passerby in my life.

The eternal night of the midsummer when I was seventeen,
the night you kissed me
Since then whenever I think of the stars of that night,
sadness haunts me.

How do you think about me,
with smile or in complete silence?

Afterward, when I looked back
there was a time
when a girl was so in love with a boy
who would never come back.

Curtain Call

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As this year is drawing to an end, this is my last mandatory blog.

I wanted to take a second and thank all you have read my blog through my year in this class, but this isn’t the last of me.

I plan to be blogging this summer through whatever adventures I may encounter, but I will be back regularly in a few months.

Many of you have enjoyed my poetry or sports stories this year so I will leave you with one last poem.

Thank you for bringing traffic to our site, and please spread the word.

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As it draws to an end so does this journey.

Another year, going nowhere, sitting in the same spot we were in, when the first day started.

The same spot we were in the first time my eyes met yours.

As I prepare to take my final walk out on stage, I would like to think I’d see you in the audience.

The applause resonate through the building, and I stand behind closed curtains.

Shaking, nervous as could be, hoping you’ll be there, but when they open and I take my final bows, where the applause once were, lay and emptiness.

My heart drops, and once again I feel alone.

Just as I did when this show began.

This is the kind of show I never want to see the end of, but you hold my head towards the screen.

I would like to live in the illusion I have created of how our show ends, but instead you put me in front of everyone, only to find myself standing alone, and you aren’t even there.

I take my bow to an empty room, but it does not stop.

The show must go on.

My Anecdote

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As the leaves change colors maybe your love will too.

As the fall brings change hopefully it comes in more than one way.

I have waited for too long to give up now, so don’t you give up either.

We both know it’s there, but something has to make it appear.

Sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone,

But I don’t know how to leave.

I don’t think I can leave.

And if I could I don’t think I would.

Time heals all wounds, but what if only half of my body is trying to heal the wound.

Will it ever heal?

Maybe you are my anecdote.

Suck the poison from my veins.

Help me stop dying.

Slowly wasting away waiting.

Sitting, and waiting.

Watching, hoping.

Crying and laughing.

Fall back and spring forward.

Fall back (in love with me) Spring forward (into a new life)

As the leaves change, I will remain the same, but maybe your colors will change too.

Watching my day go

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A day of rest is almost gone.
We left a few hours after dawn.

To the city near the coast.
It’s the environment I hate the most.

We walk aboard the shaky vessel.
On the sea I’m and insignificant pebble.

The minutes pass, nothing is seen.
I wonder where the whales will be.

They come up and shake their tails.
The whale watching is quite a fail.

Straight up and down its not very fun.
I could not wait until the trip was done.

The Ball goes round

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The building looms in on the yellow dragon.

Children hop on the suburban band wagon.

Three holes in, one throw out.

Does anyone know what this game is about.

Some say yes, most say know.

Some asked “who cares though?”

Rolling down the slippery hall.

Make sure it doesn’t hit the wall.

Gutter clears all sewage away.

Unfortunealy I’m here to stay.

Hours passed, my fun is done.

If it was up to me I would rather run.

Into the hills far away.

I’ll decide the game I’ll play.

Patroling Dawn

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Clocks buzz and dawn breaks,

The child was not awake.

The child picked him up and took him far,

Down the street and into the car.

It drove down a meaty hill,

It did not have much time to kill.

Boards retrieved and no one forgotten,

Luckily the weather was not rotten.

A beach destination appeared in sight,

The sun was quite bright.

Children went in and boarded in the waves,

A wonderful start to a new day.

Cold and ice conquered the fun,

A surfing day had come undone.

When A Sphere Flies

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Flying, the sphere sails across the sky.

It looks like a bird, majestic always on the lookout for prey.

Falling now, it hits the ground caught up in the trap of man.

Men do battle for it.

They hit in clash all for this one bird.

The battle is settled only when the bird flies away.

Like all living creatures it wishes to be free.

Not the plaything of humans who would go to war.

The bird does not even know what war is.

All it knows is when it is free and when it is a slave.

Snowflake.

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On the silent street
your shadow is fading away
into a piece of snowflake

I lean back on the corner
writing your name on the snow
thinking of the new-grown grass and watching our memories flow

You would never know
how sorrow and empty I feel
like a snowflake spinning, dancing
and finally dissolving into the snow

A lack of justice

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grg
Writing, an intellectual endeavor.

Like all great things it takes time.

The clock spins however.

Sun rise, moon falls.

The writer writes, perhaps in vain.

As it is the writer did not do

what needed to be done.

Goofing off and a poor work ethic serves no use.

Senior editor and chief sorry I am late.

Trek.

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I want to trek across the country.

Explore every nook and cranny America has to offer.

North to south east to west.

I want to see great mountains.

I want to see vast expanses of plains.

I want to see the good and the bad.

I want to see the farmer toiling endlessly for his crop.

I want to see the child growing up in compton who is destined to be a great artist.

America has so much to offer

And only a trek would do it justice.