2017 My Year in Poetry Scholarship
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Events passed by like a car on the highway,
Loss of words kept me from catching up.
Everything I did was a mistake,
And lack of confidence made it a vicious cycle to cut.
I'm turning sixteen,
Feels like a dream,
Just yesterday it seemed,
That I was a sweet little girl,
With flawless blonde curls,
Who loved to sing and dance and twirl,
At this point last year
My family was a wreck
(no pun intended).
My brother had got hit
By a car flying down the road
Dear Hamlet
Your depressing dark shade of outfit disgusts me
Your scripted madness and loneliness mocks me
Your juvenile stubbornness irritates me
Your sharp wits and foul mouth angers me
Eyes closed and blind
Never seeing the truth behind identity
Hidden behind lies in order to fit in
A message on the internet
Irrelevant to anyone else that might see
Fleeting
Was the year of tremendous adjustment.
The end of an era,
Makes room for new excitement.
Adventures and challenges,
Consume our minds and our time.
Tomorrow is now yesterday,
I didn’t blink for an entire year.
I taped my eyelids to my brows and suffered so that
My sixteenth year wouldn’t be in vain.
years of my life viewing Washington Blvd. from a car-
a sweaty bear upon the bathroom that I drew
murals upon uninvasive species propogated for nothing
A beginning.
New life, bright lights.
Tiny fingers, tiny toes.
A brand new life, a newfound cry,
I hold you close. I watch you grow.
You are my flower, my favorite joy.
They say it's normal to be in pain
but nothing about the sleepless nights,
feelings of heartbreak, constant clouds of thoughts burning my brain
take them off
no
why? just do it
okay
and so i do it
i do it
i don't want to but i do it
A blur across my face
What I can't differentiate.
Many breakdowns, the epiphany of age
Realization this is high school's last page.
Pictures there for me to see
I will remember this cup of tea.
This year I was set in motion,I was shipped across never-ending landsWith cloth over my eyes And my arms and legs wrapped in ties,I was taken. Taken from what I call home What I call my sense of self.
A text, yes.
Three words to start it off.
"David Bowie Died."
A morning of mourning
A friend says "I don't want to talk about it.".
I cannot say for certain whether artists hold up the sky.
If who I was a year ago
Was to be compared to myself today
Who I was
Was molten,
Floating on this hot air
Of still having time to hover
Suspended in liquid potential
Free from molding myself
A teenager nervous about which career path to choose
took Biology, Anatomy and Physiology and had some breakthroughs.
Decided to study genes, DNA and heredity
If last year
The dreaded 2016 that everyone treats as a beast, is a story
Then the beginning would be January
This poem, by that extension, is my rendition of this story
I take a step back.
I look over my shoulder.
A distant past.
A world that just might’ve been colder.
I hesitate.
I talk to you from far away
While you wait far away
You are a distant thought
Yet an intense memory
You are always there
A year ago, maybe two or three
I wasn't sure of myself
Or if my goals in life would be guarantee
I'm young and full of hope
Yet, I bet
I can mail you all my insecurities in a big envelope
Color
That was all it took
A simple pallet
Thin, once clean brushes
And a blank canvas
A new hobby
A new beginning
That was all it took
The Red covers of spiral notebooks
All I want is to speak, but I am afraid what you’ll think of my voice
Instead, I reside to the shadows where I may speak without regret
here you are.
sitting on the cold sand
the smell
reminding you of
the solid aster
your father brought your mother.
you didn't know you'd make it
down this winding road
Time is a peculiar thing.
Units of time are always the same,
But isn’t it funny how some years feel longer than others.
Objectively they aren’t,
But I’m not objective.
And so it is,
i start outsmall. it's like this:little boy tells me he can’t touchmy lips through the blueplastic on top. i freeze mysugar in a dark room andno one can get in--the babiescome out screaming for their
As seasons change, so too, do I.
As the five yields to the six, a bell tolls,
Somewhere, for no one but for me.
I digress.
2016 was gone so fast,
I couldn't believe it was in the past.
In the beginning school had me feeling blue,
Especially because I had to stay past two.
Graduation day came and it was a big deal,
Accepted into college, oh the reliefApplying to all these schools, oh good grief In a car on my own, the freedom is a rushDriving with my mom, was that a curb I just “brushed”? Spending time with my friends, studying and homework are lightCrushed
I thought I knew who I was,
As every average American teenager does.
Actually, it turns out,
I have a lot of things still floating about.
