lhs-poems-2019 – Page 71 – "2:25 PM" – Poems from Lexington High School Class of 2018

Jiyoon Choi // SLEEP

The world will be on pause.
The darkness blankets your sweet eyes,
Eyes that now see the nonsense of static and color.
Colors dancing across the screen of your mind, eyes closing.
Closing time is coming soon,
And soon the base of your brain will get heavy,
Heavier than the curtains with eyelashes for tassels.
You are in limbo.
The junction between on and off.
The last moment before you drift into dream.
The last moment before the world is on pause.

Oriane Cayron // AWAITING

My hungry cat Mowgli

Who proceeds so slowly

On the crunchy dead leaves

Hoping for a slight breeze

So he can spring and pounce

With that amusing bounce

On his prized catch

He’s yet to match

Collin M. // THE RING OF KERRY

Rolling hills, filled with green
Water rolling in on the shore,
Sunlight reflecting a golden sheen,
Climbing to the top, making me sore

One day lapsed
Only 7 more to go
Exhausting heat, I almost collapsed
How much more can I take? I don’t know

The third leg of the journey is underway,
Slightly late, overslept
Headed west all day,
Towards the sea we crept

Got lost, not surprised
Started to dim, we could see
A never ending night,
On our way to Killarney

Joshua Lo // MY SONG

Every season, I would try to sing, but

Out of tune,

Out of rhythm,

Out of breath.

I never wanted to learn-

What’s the use?

Out of pitch,

Out of harmony,

Out of tempo.

Day by day,

I would play out onto the open field, where my next meal lay

Innocent like a pig,

Ravaged by a group of humans.

Month by month,

The leaves would fall,

Just like the feathers of my youth.

Year by year,

While the others were learning:

Articulation,

Dynamics,

Melody,

I wouldn’t care.

Spring,

Summer,

Fall,

Winter.

Five years have passed,

All my friends have families-

Around spring,

I see them build their homes,

For their many children-

Why don’t I have a mate?

Kat Mooney // FIFTEEN

15
When I was 12, I thought 15 was the perfect age
But is it?
Most are sophomores or freshmen
Studying and homework, new relationships,first jobs
Learning to drive and pineapple cups
These are the times people look back on
Adults reassure me 15 is perfect
15 is perfect
until i’m 16…

Annie Hurd // DREAMS

You need to wake up
Come back to reality
Right now, everything is perfect
Your favorite scene is playing
You don’t want it to end
You press snooze again
Each time, it’s harder to get back to that place
To your perfect scene
You slowly open your eyes
Because you know you’re running late
You try to close your eyes again
But when you do
Nothing… you get nothing
You try to start it playing again
Your perfect scene
It won’t come back to you
And the chances for it to come back again
Tonight when you fall asleep, are low
Your dream is gone
Your perfect scene is gone

Giancarlo Zaniolo // THE LAWNMOWER

During the peak
Of summer,
The blazing sun
Blesses the world with
Its welcoming rays.
A peaceful afternoon,
Wasting the hours away,
When all of a sudden,

A once serene day
Turns sour in an instant
A wild whirring noise
Proclaims its presence
To all who can hear

Once the sound
Of the dreaded machine
Enters the ears of an
Unfortunate fellow,
There is no question
That for the rest of the day,
They will hear nothing but
This very sound.

The monotone buzz
Erasing a layer of this
Fragile green carpet,
Its wild blades whirring
Stirring up a vortex of grass
Going pass after pass

Like a blender
That takes all ingredients
From their sources,
It slices and churns
This once peaceful meadow
All the while packing it
Into a large bag,

Is nature’s carpet
Really so dangerous

That we have to ruin
day after once-peaceful day
In this very way?