Writer 9
ATTENTION CLASS, ATTENTION... As our last minutes fade,
there is a few expressions that I'm saddened to say..
… I remember your first day, the sun was lucent with no rain.
Delicate, yet precarious...You all moved in a slow pace...
I saw everyone’s potential to amount to something more;
Into beings who can meet tests, surmount above and soar.
It was dormant in the crevices inside the inner you;
In a vessel that focused on getting high and sipping booze.
It was either dressing for boys or staring for girls.
When in reality you started with no care in the world.
having an image...with a name, and to fit in was the aim;
Will do almost anything for a smidgen of the fame.
But time went by, then your skin thickened... it was great,
Because you then thought of the future, and your chrysalis became...
After voracious consumption...of the fads of the teen age,
You were fast in a sleep state, having your dreams made.
The shells you put yourself in led to crack and to decay...
And the inner you emerged with a passion, esteem, grace,
Beauty and elegance and ready to take flight.
But as you leave today, expect plenty of grave plights.
But it will come up roses; you surely are set.
Now you can get to flower in your journey ahead...
You can fly... and go wherever sooner than ever,
Be optimistic; don't let your path be skewered or pressured.
Now spread your wings... and prepare to maneuver with effort.
I wish you all the best on your future endeavors.
Thank you, graduates of _____.
(You moved in a slow pace...then your skin thickened... and your chrysalis became, after voracious consumption... The shells you put yourself in led to crack and to decay...Now you can get to "flower" in your journey ahead...you can fly...Spread your wings...)
VS
Writer 7
The reader's obsessed, why's the guy so lonely? he's always presumed he's something which teachers respect but his features suggest that he's a creature possessed, he'll always think about her an wish they'd meet up again... Stood up for his show and tell, but luckily everyone leaves 'fore his spell, guess he's been victimized by his own wizardry he just feels so unwell, his heart in the lowest hell, and his ears pierced by the sonorous sound of what seems the slowest bell. Home time and everything goes downhill, slammed, with no ground impact, there's butterflies in his stomach and all around this class, he wants to escape but instantly the walls surround him fast. Hopes of his great getaway have fluttered away, just like his lover today, he's like Poseidon doing mathematics but with utter decay, has his power indices but still cannot summon a wave. Maybe he's drowned in his sorrows and is just deficient with his flirtatious actions, which feel alike to roller coasters in his gut without the courageous laughter 'cause he can't neglect the main attraction, maybe he just wants the hysteria of his failure not to be his worst late reaction. It's crushing him, now he's trying to use his power against it, he's silent while his conscience is shouting, protesting, telling him he's like an empty blackboard 'cause he's all out of suggestions. He needs to sit back down on a chair and get his balance right, chalk up something quick all black and white, has his shirt buttons fastened right and suddenly feels like a gallant knight. Her face? he's memorised it thoroughly as if he'd been revising with a textbook, so adequately that he could put a pen to his eyes and get it sketched up, even he himself can see he's been revived to sense the best love. Stands up, looks out the window to relive the beauty, he knows he can give it to her deep in her booty even though we think he's loony, in an instance luminous light's enveloping the dark room like an uplifting scene in a movie. He signals to his conscience that he's ready and man feels more alive, he feels he can go the mile and this time accordingly ask out that girl he's fancied for a while ... Finally he's taught himself to check those hallways, see doves, 'cause for once there's peace and harmony in his spirit and he's not scared or 'fraid, he runs, proving that no matter the class you're in, there'll always be love.