Long Highschool Poems
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How do I love you and hate you?
How do I want to run away from you and fall into your arms?
How is it that memories sicken me, and hurt me, and make me feel such joy and love?
Why is it that I never want to feel your touch again but stay awake at night longing for it?
I never want to see or talk to you again.
Each second without you is a stabbing pain of longing.
How were you so kind yet so cruel?
So understanding yet so clueless.
Why are you my worst moments and my best?
Why were you my first everything?
Why did none of my firsts count?
How can I feel so sure yet so conflicted?
Why do I feel like you were the one to leave?
What right do I have to be heartbroken?
What right do you have to be the victim?
Why are you so hard to forget yet so easy to leave behind?
How can I do the right thing yet still feel guilty?
What were these months and these moments?
How could I leave them behind?
How could I do this to someone I love?
How could you?
When was enough enough?
Was it enough or was I weak?
How can the word abuser mean the same as highschool sweetheart?
How do I call something abuse if it is only hypothetical?
Why is everything so grey and convoluted?
How can I not know or not be sure?
Who were you all this time? Who was I?
Who are we now?
Where are you now?
It feels like you died.
Got my schedule
But there were gaps
I asked people
Why are there gaps?
They told me the same thing
The empty spaces are times I can do whatever I want
What?
No one ever told me that college is different than highschool
I had no idea
I would be able to do whatever I wanted
DURING THE DAY TIME
This was my first idea that college was going to be much easier
Than I had ever guessed
Got to my first class
They handed out a syallabus.
Had never heard of such an animal
The professor said
Follow the syllabus
He said he did not care if we ever came to class
Except on a test date
What?
College rocks!
Love, friends and friendship became a puzzle for me
This puzzle that I could hardly solve became a tragedy
That I found myself in the middle of the puzzle.
At first I thought solving the puzzle would be easy
But the more I thought about it, the harder it became
Confess, don't confess but confess came from all sides
And choosing among the three seemed impossible
Being friends was really cool but my heart wanted more
That I could hardly spend a minute not thinking about it
And I believed love was better but friendship became a barrier
I approached a friend and he told me to make a move
Moving to another friend she told me not to as
She believed friendship was better than Highschool romance
Which is childish and faints faster than expected
Contrasting to childhood friendship which lasts until old age.
Old age is a dream of mind and a nightmare for your heart
And our hearts never lie and Your heart is heavier than you know
And only confession can off-burden the weight.
A beautiful whisper startled me, my friend true lovers are friends
And lovers are partners, confession will weaken the bond
And patience pays off a bigger bill than impatience
Summer love, starts slowly. But as the summer nights last longer, so do the
feelings of love resonate in the air for young lovers. This is exactly where our
story begins. It all started near the end of August. I had just found out my family
was on our way, to packing up in a race to move to Toronto Ontario in just about
seven days. I had no idea, how much my life in Everett would have changed my
life forever.
There was this boy, of course there always is a boy. In highschool he seemed to
be the quiet type. You know the mysterious ones, that you look at in the corner of
your eye and tease. He barely exchanged glances back, and when he did I would
always flash a mischievious smile. Oh the glory days, when you get all dizzy from
the sensation of "crushes". I have never been able to clearly tell someone, when
I feel something for them, and this was definetly a case. We did as most people
do these days. We exchanged msn's and spoke nightly for hours. In the secret
quiet of the night, I finally got to know him. He was kind, and sweet, the type of
guy I never thought I would fall for. It just seemed right, if you know what I mean. I
always went for the angsty, bad boy basically the hottie in the leather jackets
leaning over their trans- ams. So what was so special about James. He was this
diamond in the rough. At first glance, almost dull. But as you looked closer, the
most brilliant color. He could make me laugh, he had one of the highest
intellects of anyone I had ever known, and the most captivating eyes. I remeber
looking in them, and feeling as if the dark brown pools could suck me in and
keep me there forever.
Our relationship to start, was that of a slow one. He went with walks with me,
humourously walking on the other side of the path from me. I remeber always
thinking, " When is this kid going to smarten up, and hold my hand." But everyone
has those sort of stories when they are young. From there on out every second of
the day, I could I would be spending the day with him. He was the one release
from the pressures of the hustle and the panic inside of my home. My parents
indecision to pick up our lives and move was to say the least exhuasting. I grew
nauseated as every day past, because what I knew what was to come was for
the worst.
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385.
Ikaw Pa Lang!
Handurawon ta ang mga nagliligad
Sg sini nga buluthuan ukon unibersidad
Nga ginpatindog sg isa ka opisyales nga tampad
Nagahingalanan kay Victor Tanco
Sang siya alkalde pa lang sadto
Sa banwa sg Capiz nga tupad sg Iloilo
Bulan sg Agosto Nineteen Eighty-One
Sang ginplano sa Dumarao ang PSPC nga eskwelahan
3 ka tawo (Tanco, Leonor kg Botin) ang sini nag-isturyahan
Gani sg 1982, ang maragtason nga proyekto natuman na
Si Dr. Nenita Beluso ang administrador nga pinakauna
4 ang primerong manugtudlo – Hachuela, Ojacastro, Ariola kg Baranda
Agriculture ang pinakauna nga kurso diri
Ginsundan sg Education, Computer, Vet. Med. kg Criminology
5 ka tribo sg kaharian sg PSPC
Pagraduate ko sa highschool sang tuig Dos Mil Kwatro
Nagkadto sa Dumarao si Presidente Gloria Arroyo
Iya gin-ilisan ang PSPC sg CapSU, Vice Gov. palang kato si Tanco
Oh Gob. Tanco, ikaw pa lang ang alkalde sg banwa nga ini
Nga nakapatindog sg unibersidad diri
Ang CapSU nga sadto anay PSPC!
-10/15/2015
(Dumarao)
*for Gov. Tanco's 71st Birthday
114.
My 27th Leaf
Picked thee on head high
With crowd my side by
From batchmates away
To them again, hey
It's called here “apoy”
A highschool batchmate
Parish affiliate
Rich and religious
Family Venus
Of the Ilawod
Fourth month and sixth day
It's a Good Friday
After procession
Night lights were turned on
Before the “duaw”
Where people cluster
On banwa proper
Second last caro
Float San Enchero
A Station of Cross
Again with batchmates
Like the former years
Somehow miracle
Rare get-together
The Lord bonds us here!
-04/06/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
70.
My Life in Dumarao
Dumarao – teen and adult abode
Where memories are both good and bad
My gratefulness when I received from thee
School honor garnered unexpectedly
But in exchange I got few friends only
Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely
Our improved house resembling a prison
My routine changed, I was in derision
The field not ours was developed further
Without buying it from the landowner
Father's money were quickly exhausted
Everynight's like party – glasses toasted
Foods that we should eat – to animals fed
Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead
So there emerged our sari-sari store
Which I needed also to take care for
Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot
To redeem my lost school honor I plot
Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen
In school competitions where we should win
After all, tragic OLSI memory
Taught me never again to be bossy
And when I was already in UP
My vow in life was full humility
On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao
On weekends, I went back to Dumarao
Where life was still and moving in slow pace
So when I thought I was behind the race
Worked even before I marched from college
On government office even low wage
Not disappointed, but discontented
To Metro Manila I bravely fled
Tutor in Korean Academy
Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly
At those times of blatant stupidity
To home once again with my family
Maybe fate wants me to be here
Dumarao's love for me may be sincere
And I think I'm also loving thee now
If our love fails again, there's broken vow
Now, your weakness I slowly understand
My test of faith I patiently withstand.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
I recall primary school as if it were yesterday.
Pencil and notebooks, not like today.
I recall in primary school, there was always respect.
But now, it seems to have fallen on deaf ears the meaning.. such regret.
I recall in primary school, getting sent to the office shaking in absolute fear.
Nowadays a kid gets called. Who cares, they mock and cheer.
I recall in primary school, some pupils being held back a year.
Nowadays all passing grades, forcing the child to fall behind, they had to follow their peers.
It's truly sad that yesteryear has not shown the way.
It seems like holding them back will never come back one day.
I recall highschool. For me it was a lot of fun.
But if you failed, there was really no place to run.
I recall highschool, yes you had your cliques.
But knowing this, I was certain to always had my wits.
I never followed, I tried more to lead.
Skipping class, made you an ass.
This is fact..... indeed!
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Back in school, it seemed time was at a standstill. In hindsight, it seemed
like a hell we needed to to go through and survive as best we could so as to earn our freedom.
Back then, I wish someone had showed me a jar of marbles ~ one marble
for every year of my life. Let's say even just 60, and pick out 4 or 5
that represent those highschool years ~ look at all the marbles left :
THAT's your life, the few in your hand are just some kind of twisted test…
courage and patience
bridging to the other side
freedom lies ahead
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 18, 2025 to contest 'YOUR CHOICE i' sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
Never have I ever imagined such a warm feeling That day, when all my hope seemed to crumble You felt my frustration and sorrows without me trying And you were there to console me, to give me a hug
Suddenly I felt warm tears on my cheeks that I couldn’t hold back But I don’t think that I can call that feeling sadness Not when I felt your presence next to me And not when you were braiding my hair gently I think that I was reassured and I felt…………………Solace?