Yearbooks

Scribbled I heart yous
They say I'm swell
Not always sincere
But you can't really tell
They say HAVE A GREAT SUMMER
And I say the same
The only bummer
Is when they don't know my name

Bus Ride

Slick brown seats
Not Promising
No seat belts
As we're jolting
We open the window
Oh the outside does tease
In our yellow oven
We just pray for a breeze

Poem 5

Is it so haphazardly
We throw away our dreams?
Now empty souls
Were once bursting at the seems
When we clean out our lockers-
Do we clean out our hearts?
Washed away by summer
Each year a fresh start
I silently slip through the hallways
And for my notebook i grope
For I have secretly kept
A few of this years hopes

This isn't one of my favorites but is a solid end of the school year gloomy poem.