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Owen Gemmer Jun 2015
I fear

not what is to come, but

what I leave behind.



“How’s college?” I’ll surely be asked.

My dreaded reply:

“Can’t wait to go back.”
Originally written May 7, 2015
Owen Gemmer Jun 2015
Sometimes I wish it would never end,

Each passing day, a day closer.

Arriving soon at graduation, at the close,

Cherishing each moment,

Reflecting upon these 3 joyful years.

Everyone has to go sometime-

Sometime, for me, is now.

To new comforts I confidently go.
Originally written on May 7, 2015
s Jun 2015
done with high school now
fulfilled and content at last
out in the world soon
I graduated from high school yesterday and just wanted to write a little haiku to express my feelings!
Megan H Jun 2015
Here's to a new beginning.
Pasts don't matter
Become who you want to be
Leave it all behind
Go live your life
Go find happiness
But don't forget
Happiness doesn't come from success,
It comes from you.
But don't ever
Forget you lived in this small town.
Don't ever
Forget your roots.



**In honor of my graduation from high school last night!**
WickedHope Jun 2015
Somehow
I ended up
With ink on my skin
Blue in my hair
Scrapes up my arms and down my legs
Blurting obscure quotes
My eyes painted black
My smile real
Authenticity at its finest
A diploma on my wall
At last
Somehow
I ended it
Strong
I want to thank my graduating class for making my life hell but also making it worth living.
Thank you all, undaunted evermore~
Taylor Jun 2015
Every one of the people I consider friends has taught me something worthwhile, and I want to take a minute to thank them.
To Josh, who taught me that anyone can fight for what they believe in.
To Brandon, who taught me that a smile can be the sunshine to someone's day.
To Nigel, who taught me that anyone can improve, no matter what.
To Noah, who taught me that now matter how big you are in the world, you can be kind to anyone.
To dear Holly, who taught me that every voice deserves to be heard, no matter how small.
And to Thomas. For being my best friend for so many long, happy years.
To the entire class of Lapel, 2015: Thank you.
Felicity Smoak Jun 2015
is it wrong to plan everything out
so that the stars don't collide when they align?

is it wrong to be terrified of the road ahead, even if I trust the driver?

is wrong to seize everything and make sure I am where I am supposed to be?

no matter what
i find myself
piddling through all my thoughts
my hopes and dreams
my wishes and desires
trying to find the one that paralyses me the least
but they all petrify me
just the same.

this next year is my last.
my last band camp.
my last marching band season.
my last first day of school.
my last new set of classes.
my last time meeting new teachers.
my last time sitting in those classrooms with those stupid desks that creak too much.
my last time walking through the halls of my high school.

it's coming. soon.
graduation.
i can taste the freedom it's taunting me with.
and yet here I am, begging it to procrastinate.

i want to be free, away from high school,
and home,
and this state.

but I've made a life here.
but I've made friends here.
but I've grown roots here.

maybe
eventually
i'll be okay
with
ripping

off

the

bandaid.


but not right now.
not right now.
not right now.
not right now.
I've never been so scared for the future in my life.
IL Mare May 2015
A friend once asked me
What ambition will I let the teachers put
In our high school yearbook
For everyone to see
And I said I'm afraid I do not have one
And he said that how would I succeed in life
If I don't have any ambition
And I've thought about this for awhile
And to justify my answer, I replied that
You need not to have any ambition
To succeed in life
I said you just needed to be happy and
Maybe I should let them put "To become happy" in the yearbook and you know what?
It ocurred to me that I never even give a single ****
About what the other students might think or what their parents might think
Except for what my parents might think
But usually, they don't care as long as it's who I am and what I want
And I'm thankful for that

But I've always wondered
Why I never had one
Never thought of becoming anything
Now that I'm in my senior year which is a crucial part
Of my career orientation
And I'm scared so much
I'm scared that before
I wanted everything
Yet now I end up wanting nothing
And I wondered so much
On how I changed so gradually
From being a ball of blazing fire to a godforsaken blackhole
Though I know change is inevitable,
I didn’t expect to lose my heart in the process

Once, I've always dreamed to become a doctor
Because I wanted to heal scars and unspoken miseries and no
I'm not just after using scalpels or stethoscopes or syringes
Or cutting off people's brains
I wanted to fix the broken
Rip my being into shreds to keep them whole
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I've always dreamed to become a soldier
I don’t care how silly it sounds
I wanted to protect people and wanted to taste the bitterness
Of war and blood and death
I wanted to know death and see all the worst
And be exposed to them
That I wouldn't have any choice
But to be brave for myself and the others
Because death? It could be sweeter this way
To die for a cause, to die for somebody
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I've always dreamed to become a teacher
Beacuse I wanted to influence someone's life
Give them power to stand up for themselves
Watch a bud blossom into a beautiful flower
And then I would make thousands of memories
Because at the same time
I'm learning through connections and bonds and warmth
And that, would be one of the greatest things
I will cherish in my life forever
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And then I aspired to be a lawyer,
To serve and give way to justice because that's all we have to know
And I realized defending a criminial would be unavoidable
And I've always sworn to myself
That if that happens, I'd rather burn myself to death
Because I should only send the right people in jail
Those people who deserve to rot in the cells and cling to metal bars
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I watched the conversation end
And feel my heart pound in my ears
And I cried so much that night
That I realized I seldom cry
Because I thought I was better
And I was terrified because
Nothing hurts more than not knowing
What you could actually want in this sad world
Because that means you might as well be nothing

A hollow
A ******* void
And I don't want to be like that
Nobody does
So i think and think and think
What do I actually want?

And the wind blew
Leaves fell onto the ground
People wheezed and laughed and breathed through their noses
And it slapped me in the face
I've never been stable in my life
I've concealed my greed up until now
I dreamed so much that I denied reality
Each day, making myself believe
That I wanted nothing but I actually
Wanted THE power to be everything

Be everything in a world I was bound to craft
I wanted to create moons and stars and storms and unicorns
And wars and tides that tell "Hey, humans can actually create worlds."
I wanted to be out of my control
I didn’t want to settle on a skin I was enclosed in, I was held captive by
So I changed whatever's written to
The paper I had submitted for the yearbook
And wrote "To be a Writer" and nothing else
This was supposed to be a slam poem but I don't have that talent to be so raw in front of an audience so I let the words scream at the paper instead. Hehe.
Alex B May 2015
Students set your course
Sail through these days with no remorse.
And fill your life with love and pleasure
Let your ambitions have no measure.

Oh joyful peers
Shed jovial tears
The time has come at last
To fly our pride, our generations mast

Hear your future, fate is calling
Find your friends, these walls are falling
Tread with passion, steadfast walking
May your past be the sound,
Of your feet upon the ground.
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