So, this is my terrible first and last attempt at a rhyming poem.

I asked you to come with me
to sail across the glittering sea
you smiled and took me by the hand
ready to depart this piece of land


We traveled to to the nearest bay
and then I heard you say
"return, when will we?"
I answered, "please patient be"


Many days and many nights
we sailed under the skies brilliant lights
'till finally our destination reached
so our little boat we beached


You stood in glee at what you saw
a land without rule or law
to run and be ever free
so won't you stay here with me?

Terrible, wasn't it.........

College

Well, I normally would have my poem for today posted by now. But seeing as how my laptop chose the worst possible week to break down on me, I haven't had the time or means to post my poem.

But thank goodness, mom has a computer that will facilitate my needs for now ;-)

Three days ago I finished school. Now that fact would normally illicit much happiness and relief from me, but the time comes with the tide of a lot of stress and other such troublesome things, so it wasn't as wonderful as I had hoped it would be. But, I am both amazingly exited and terrified to tell you, that I may be starting college in August. I previously wasn't going to start until January, but recent developments have taken that road elsewhere.

Proving that I pass the CHSPE, I will start college in August. I am fully confidant that I will pass said test, which means I have only three months of normality left........and I finally starts college in three months.

THREE MONTHS, what am I going to do!?

Now, don't get me wrong, I am so exited I could shoot into the sky and explode. But, I'm also kind of freaking out. I've been home-schooled my whole life, not that I think that's a bad thing, I loved it, but this means I'm on my own! Having teachers and professors, a giant library and even bigger campus, a huge track field and an Arts Building. I could go on and on, but I won't, save you from eternal boredom.

So, that's it...........wow, aren't I such an exiting person?

And I leave you with that.

If you emailed me right now

I would be too busy to answer,

but if you emailed me in a week

you would get

a three paragraph long reply

expressing my joy and relief

about how I am finished

with the teenage torture tool

called school.

Nobody told me

that getting older

would be so very hard,

and the only thing I can see

is the hard road ahead.

Standing in the middle  

                                                                 

of a lone, barren room,

tears silently escaping,

leaving tracks down my face,

all I want is a hug.