We’re running out of ideas for poems
I’m so sick of writing them all the time.
This is way too many poems to write
For one class.
However the semester is almost over
Summer here I come!
I can’t wait until we don’t have to write anymore poems.
Here I am at home once more
Don’t want to leave that life I once adored
But home is where I need to be
It is where I can watch free tv
I’m going to miss the life I once lived
In a place too far away
Thats why I am back home
and thats where I want to stay.
I can’t return
I don’t believe i’ll learn
anything that i already don’t know
even tho
my teacher tends to show
the things i could care less about
in chemistry i have my doubt
but i guess i have to do this stuff
even tho its really tough
and i really dread going there everyday
it hurts my brain in every way.
A promising look ahead
Fueled by what we want
Maybe fueled by what we don’t
Could this be instead?
Hope is a powerful thing
Gets us through our days
I hope I pass this class
I don’t feel like failing
The only thing we have to fear
Is fear itself
A great man once said
He said it as a world leader
A mighty man
Things are very clear
A sudden feeling of panic
Inside my head
The first day of class
As the days and weeks of class passed
Slowly at first
Gut’s no longer sick
Thank goodness for this great journey
This english class
Who would have known it?
There’s something I can’t hold back any longer
I must share it from ear to ear
I want to scream it loud and clear
I want everyone to hear
There is something I’d like to share with the world.
Piercing, Tattoos, Lottery Tickets, Cigarettes, Moving Out.
None of these made me feel like an adult.
Planning, Doing, Acting on my instincts, Flying in the air all by myself,
Knowing that I made this happen all by myself,
Is what really made me feel like i was finally all grown up, on my own.
It came up so quick
The day i turned the big 1 – 8.
I’ve imagined I’d spend this day in many ways.
I’d be in California with my Grandma on the Price-is-Right show.
I’m moving out of my house into an apartment of my own.
I’m getting pierced, tattooed, and buying wayyy to many lottery tickets.
But will all this make me an adult?
I am the only one who will know.
He’s the one to look up to
whenever you’re in need.
He’ll always have your back
when you’ve done a bad deed.
He’ll teach you how to drive
He’ll teach you how to speed.
When life knocks you on your ass
He’ll tell you to get right up, and you’ll succeed.
He does all this and you can definately see
That my father is a hero indeed.
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