2007

Well, as my personal final hurrah to the seniors that I know, I will write you emo poetry because I am tired and sleeping means i have to acknowledge you're gone, and I really don't want to do that right now.

Hanging in the Night Sky

I see the moon hanging high in the night
It reminds me of failure, and delight.
This field of grass I lay in has been here
for me when I have needed it most dear.
Tonight, though, no comfort here can be found
For great trouble, of which I will expound
Has come to me and my partners in crime
And now I'm choked up, at least I can rhyme.
The leaves on the trees have fallen off, this
sad cycle of life has fucked up my bliss.
As I lay here it is hard to believe
The threshold of adolescence, achieved
By those I knew most close to me this year.
Now I feel it in the air, chilling fear
Pervading deep into my bones, but no
Warmth from my memory can be found, oh!
I can't believe the time has come so soon
That we say goodbye. But, all things must bloom
And so will we in time, next year. Never
fear, for we will be rejoined forever!

The leaves fade into the ground I lay on
And I, a simple seed, know it is my
time to grow into the lofty tree from
which I too was born, and so must return.

My leaves will fade in time, but just tonight
The faded leaves leave me with dread and fright.

The pale moon hangs high in the night sky. The
leaves of grass I lay among are indeed
The last vestiges of my memory
And the only constant I can now feel.
Soon I will rise high into the night sky,
But without my past friends, I am not sure
The sky would be much worth it, after all.




Emo, yes, and also thrown together just now. It's iambic, it's emo, it's sobby and gay but hey, I guess it's how I feel. Also I usually never rhyme my iambic so you know when I do it is pretty special to me.