Mrs. Vanjaarsveld said,
"Go home and write a poem tonight
I want this poem to be about you,
For it to be true"
My seat in English is of typical placement for me
All the way in the back,
But right in the center
After class i crowd through the door
With the other forty kids
Just as eager as me
To get out the nearest exit
And let the rubber feel the road.
Could poetry really be so simple?
I'm seventeen, bored, and raised in Bend
Some days are stupendous,
Most days are the same
I countdown the hours until I can escape.
In between counting those hours I like to create mischief
I like politics, skateboarding, and music
I enjoy a hot shower and coffee in the morning
Being a teenager makes me feel like I'm from Mars.
Too many people give up on their dreams as they reach adulthood
When the real world hammers down
On the head of the standout nail
Using a nine digit number regularly as identification
Has a tendency you feel small and incapable
With only three months left,
I won't let myself get trapped
Throw commitment out the window,
It's time to do things when I want to
Mastercard hasn't got me tied down with debt...
just yet
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5 comments:
Sometimes i think you underestimate yourself. Your ability to succeed and whatnot. Overall i enjoy your style.
-Mandy
I agree with Mandy.
I like this poem.
it seems true.
why do you like to sit in the back center?
I like your poem very much.
and i completely agree that people give up on dreams and ambitions way to easy as they get older. I greatly enjoyed reading this. your very talented. :]
-Briana Guyatt
Z
You're great!
(Nice job)
ms.v
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