This poem was written when I was in 11th grade.  Honestly? That wasn’t so long ago.  That’s 2004-2005.   So, that’s definitely a big warning for you.  Most high school poems are crap and most of mine were no exception.  That year was the transition from one high school to another, one state to another, and one home to another.

This is just reminiscent for me.  Indulge me.

Diamonds in the Day (11th Grade)

Just before 2nd block

She walks around the building,
Trudging through the grasses.
There she ignores all the motions
That easily passes her –
The sea of students all in an ocean,
Each calling out to the other.

The weight of books slung over her shoulders,
The subjects are mundane, growing older.
It’s all the same, with different names,
Escaping before you could remember –
All the tests and work, it’s too lame.
Here, around the building, the quiet is for her.

She’d glance upon the grasses near the sidewalk,
On her way to the building just across.
The drops of sky glints underneath desperate blades,
What’s left of the morning’s breath.
While the students dash along before it’s too late,
She watches the feet rush near the glinting fresh.

Finally her own feet reaching the concrete,
She pushes her way through the moving crowd.
She hears the obscene voices growing too loud.
The image of her in the door’s window falters,
Before it swings open and she slips inside.
And there she moves away from the faceless tides.

That was copied from my OLD myspace page that I’d not visited in years.  It’s crazy to return to my old stuff on myspace and read the things I’d written there.  Seriously, who read that stuff?  I look at my rants then and laugh.