As if I was struck by a dart.
I feel betrayed and hurt,
Offensive words I want to blurt.
I just lost the guy of my dream,
To a woman who was only wearing whip cream.
When I look back on that day,
I remember how I think he shall pay.
Would I be satisfied with a gun to his head?
Or make the rest of his life a living dread?
No, I'll think I shall spare him
For I believe that my view right now is grim.
There is hope for love in my future,
However, I don't know how long my heart will be this pure.
I know there is hope for my yet,
But for now I'm going to vent my frustrations on the internet.
Tick...TOCK!!!! 10/27/2003 [version 2]
My journey through high school is like a clock.
In a day there are only twenty-four hours
Trying to manage school, family, and a boyfriend? Boy I wish I had super powers.
A clock makes a ticking noise to a certain tempo,
College can be a frightening thing but takes some time to find my own flow.
Sadly time eventually does run out.
However, there are fond memories like being hit by a flying book from Mr. Trout.
As the hands of a clock keep on moving,
I will face my fears of going to college and keep on improving.
The hands of a clock never stop,
Good, because as high school is coming to an end, I can find time to shop!
When I get to college I will remember this,
Procrastination is a major problem so if I don’t change, deadlines I will miss.
For now I will use whatever time I have left,
To make the last of my teenage days worthwhile because then it would be a theft.
Time will tell where I will be,
Because I don’t know but I can’t wait to see.
I follow by my own ticks and tocks.
Like a clock.
[Author's note: I wrote this poem for a scholorship essay. Tell me how you like it. hehe They are welcomed. Thanks for reading.}