From Here On Out

06/2007

Current mood: jubilant

Here is the second writing during the week of HS Graduation. I wrote this one after graduation day. 

I sit amongst a crowd

Of all the peers of the last four years

Tonight the last time I'll ever have to remain

in this pathetic preparatory for the future.

So much potential, held back by such a stupid transition…

And now they're calling out names

Much reminding me of the manner earlier that day,

where they dismissed us and freed me from this prison

I tossed aside my mask, but still I am stone

And I'm sitting here waiting here for destiny to spring

This year, the year I'm born, the year I resurrect to a greater purpose

Resonation

Even Now I know what's coming

I know the solution to all my trials

I know my future is only a moment away

I know my destiny

Before it even does happen

I even plan my path to the stage

But Fear of the misfortunes of Fate

Plays Faltering across my Soul

The Concrete seems like walls

And there's no chance I can get past Them it seems

I Begin to Stop trusting in Hope

And I close my eyes to rest

As the voices echo on

And then I Awake

They spoke my name, 

No, they said my Father's

An error

No Matter...

I Stand

My back to the whole of that crowd

Without a single hesitation

As others think they victors

I pronounce my voice to all to hear

Correction: I toss aside the name I've held over me for my entire life

The entity, no, the symbol

I rid it from my path, and step forward

Over those chairs and through those people

With complete ease

I don't even look back

The Concrete becomes Abstract

Those momentous claps mean nothing

They are not worthy. They Are envious.

To see me disappear out near those doors

Some day they'll see me return

Cause Profession

Recognition is the aim

And from here on out…

I'm done with these pathetic first steps

Because I've found

My Beginning.

Celebrations to Mask the Casualties

06-08-07

Current mood: discontent

I wrote a poem before Graduation. Then a poem after Graduation. They contrasted each other, both in their style and mood. Here is the first.

Flutter away the extremities

Hush nothings wrong

Fog up the mirror

Or just wipe away the reflection

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Listen to the attentive…

Pretend Its not real

But take to heart what you learn here

Cause you might need it before you drown

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Hear the chorus of the crying damned

Listen to the sounds…

Can you hear that? No? Well I can

It's Everything that Wasn't said.

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Revel the Night away

The last under the stars

You'll forget What you were looking for

And forever more just do and do…

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Transitions to Tomorrow

They come so quickly that you never know them there

But tonight it's seen the resonance of Two…

And it can't be helped but to die inside.

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Echoes of the horrid potential Fate keep whispering

"That's all you get -That's as good as it gets"

Crippling Remembrance just shattered the Foundation

we used to stand our Integrity and Will upon

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So desperately attempts to look back and rewind

Just become recordings over rolling tape

And erasing more of this each frame

that's wasted away

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Failings of this Passage of Right

Disturb images of the Eternity

Last Goodbyes become cheers and triumph

As we celebrate the Setting Sail

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Short commemorations conclude Everything.

We've stepped over the Border, and there's no going Back.

This is the Finale. No more repetitions of now Gone Memories

The Child becomes the Man. Will we remember what we were?

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Hold on don't let go smell it all in before wait its to late…

Disregarded tragedies

These Celebrations are Masks to hide the Casualties of Life.

And somehow it seems a waste to throw it all away

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Ribbons and Banners shimmer across the sky

This festivity ain't a lie

Just a discrepancy

Such an Absurdity sickening these simple Beginnings…

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Reap the sufferings, birth the emotions, resurrect the passionate sting

Sing-Scream your affliction out into the Mic

Let someone hear you before its too late

But you don't even know what to say-Where would you begin?

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Now the crowds are leaving

The people stopped clapping

Its over Its done

And what do you have left,

but this damn piece of paper in hand.

Standing, so Alone, in this wide abyss

Turn off the Lights

Don't forget to shut the door behind you.