I
One goes on an endless journey;
Driving into an unknown abyss, blind with innocence.
Would thy vanish into a puzzling road?
No one has got a clue , no one knows.
II
On a moiety of your adventurous trip,
started yet another turning point.
A crevasse that would leave a mark in one's mind.
Thy first phase, in high school.
III
Anew to this environment,
with some creeping out like a child, while some hiding.
Confusion and avast thoughts ran through thou sky;
the smell of tension, uneasiness, and challenge filled the air.
IV
Zeal is what some novice unveils within their palms
despite of the cowardice feelings others emit;
which goes down towards a foreknown degree of brashness.
Thou could tell whom is whom; Thou could compare.
V
Intermingled situations and emotions came across in speed;
All didn't knew what was coming. No one did.
Tumult together with rebuke raised upon a crowd!
Some at brink of desolation, but some acclimated.
VI
Time etches our lives,
today becomes yesterday and tomorrow becomes thy present;
and after a long run of this repetitive cycle
came the second phase, the sophomore year.
VII
Refined and renewed, now everything was.
The once naive mundanes came to age with experience. Then thrives the responsibilities that dwells inside ones soul that starts the radiance of authority, and of control.
VIII
A revered competition arisen and a few were prepared.
Chosen where people who has treasure trove knowledge that blossomed against those ridicule pace, but chosen are also the ones who striven with courtesy and difficult labor.
IX
Then, at the verge of everything, thou should be percolated again. Passed the test were many, but some failed.
Chummy goodbyes were spoken;
Each of every body would have to forget.
X
There comes but a third phase, where one becomes a junior-- Walking down with solemn yet majestic poise; confident.
Satisfied of how things were accomplished at this matter of time. Necessary would it be now; to cease a higher level of ambitious work.
XI
Towering maturity and precaution is what junior students should possess to keep up with this struggle for triumph.
And thus, proclaim themselves worthy to face yet another degree of adversity and apprehending dares.
XII
I am but a chameleon that adapted to these changes;
and to these abrupt vicissitude that seems to be boundless,
I have yet to face the greatest of them all,
I have yet to face, the real world.
XIII
With this poem comes of my experience
about a fragment of an epoch,
all and sundry would go through.
May this ballad be of sense and use to thy.
~Agnes Gwyneth R. Gutierrez
06/15/14
despite of the cowardice feelings others emit;
which goes down towards a foreknown degree of brashness.
Thou could tell whom is whom; Thou could compare.
V
Intermingled situations and emotions came across in speed;
All didn't knew what was coming. No one did.
Tumult together with rebuke raised upon a crowd!
Some at brink of desolation, but some acclimated.
VI
Time etches our lives,
today becomes yesterday and tomorrow becomes thy present;
and after a long run of this repetitive cycle
came the second phase, the sophomore year.
VII
Refined and renewed, now everything was.
The once naive mundanes came to age with experience. Then thrives the responsibilities that dwells inside ones soul that starts the radiance of authority, and of control.
VIII
A revered competition arisen and a few were prepared.
Chosen where people who has treasure trove knowledge that blossomed against those ridicule pace, but chosen are also the ones who striven with courtesy and difficult labor.
IX
Then, at the verge of everything, thou should be percolated again. Passed the test were many, but some failed.
Chummy goodbyes were spoken;
Each of every body would have to forget.
X
There comes but a third phase, where one becomes a junior-- Walking down with solemn yet majestic poise; confident.
Satisfied of how things were accomplished at this matter of time. Necessary would it be now; to cease a higher level of ambitious work.
XI
Towering maturity and precaution is what junior students should possess to keep up with this struggle for triumph.
And thus, proclaim themselves worthy to face yet another degree of adversity and apprehending dares.
XII
I am but a chameleon that adapted to these changes;
and to these abrupt vicissitude that seems to be boundless,
I have yet to face the greatest of them all,
I have yet to face, the real world.
XIII
With this poem comes of my experience
about a fragment of an epoch,
all and sundry would go through.
May this ballad be of sense and use to thy.
~Agnes Gwyneth R. Gutierrez
06/15/14
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