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Nostalgia
digging through old writing on my computer, found this poem i wrote on the last couple days of highschool.
Nostalgia: How surreal it is to look around This place where I’ve lived The last five years And realize it’s coming to an End. I can still remember My first day: Sitting on that brown log fence With shaking hands and sweating palms Eyes darting, hoping to find A friends face. Everyone looks so big And I am small. The first exam I took: Looking down at the scantron sheet With its thousands of bubbles Just waiting to be filled By the tip of my HB pencil. Auditioning for my first school play: Sweating and red-faced Just another nervous kid Hoping he won’t forget his lines Flash forward ten months To a standing ovation as we Take our bows on closing night. I remember the morning Of September eleventh. All our eyes glued to the TV Forgetting for the first time The stereotypes and cliques That separate us all. I remember that first summer That all my friends could drive Packing our cars and heading out Along the open raod. Unrolling the windows And letting freedom blow through our hair. Then at the campsite Standing under the waterfall My fear of water Temporarily suspended As we marvel at the Strength and beauty of nature And realize that it was Here long before us and Will be here long after too. October 1st, 2003: Passing my road test And finally joining the Hoards of my peers on the road. Countless cans of pepsi Pouring endless amounts Of money into vending machines For dinners of sunchips and pop. The cafeteria: With it’s low buzz of sound And the clink of pennies As they’re flicked across the room Like tiny U.F.O.’s. Lining up at the caprice For the latest movie flick Trying to hide the bulk candy Underneath our clothes As we pretend we’re all 18 Just to see Resident Evil. Five years of life Gone in five seconds Or so it seems to me Now that I’m done How many will I see again How many never ever? The world has never seemed so scary But I will always have these memories Oh yes I will always have these memories. |