Allyson Paquette
Don't You Just Hate It When
Submitted by Allyson on June 4, 2008 - 07:44.Don't You Just Hate it When
By Allyson Paquette
Rochester High School, Grade 10
Waking up too early
Shower’s not getting hot.
Hair won’t stop frizzing
Make-up needs to be bought.
Driving to school
Almost out of gas.
Stalling at the light
Everyone wanting to pass.
Walking down the hall.
Books falling to the ground.
Leaning to pick them up
People just walk around.
Hearing others whisper
Not sure what’s going on.
Heads turn, eyes stare
Something has to be wrong.
Tests get handed back.
All I see is red.
Bringing home a C
Excuses run through my head.
Mom yelling, Dad screaming
Running to my room.
Let music fill my ears.
As I turn up the volume.
Staring at the ceiling.
Wishing it wasn’t there.
Clock still says three
This just isn’t fair.
Don’t you just hate it when
Everything goes wrong?
That Bitter-Sweet Feeling
Submitted by Allyson on April 28, 2008 - 15:38.That Bittersweet Feeling
By Allyson Paquette
Rochester High School, Grade 10
Standing
Shoulder to shoulder
Trying to keep our heads up high.
People
We don’t know half of
Come out to bid us goodbye.
Music
Begins to play
I count the beats in my head.
Walking
The endless aisle
Keeping an eye on my target.
Sun
Beats down on us
I wish there was a breeze.
Sitting
White chairs in rows
I try to pick someone out of the crowd.
Smiling
As I receive my diploma
Then head back to my place.
Walking
Again, yet not the same
A new direction of life upon us.
Hugs
From friends, family, strangers alike
A pile of cards in my hand.
Tears
Pour down my cheeks
Will I see you all again?
Friends
Since we were born
We can’t bear the thought of leaving.
Shouts
Of mixed feelings, as we the class of 2010, graduate from Rochester High School on that hot, humid day in June.
Why Do We Make Mistakes?
Submitted by Allyson on December 5, 2007 - 17:43.Why’d I have to love you? Why’d I have to care?
Now it’s done and over, it all seems so unfair.
What we had was good, no one else could compare.
All our friends said we’d be the perfect pair.
All the memories flash through my head.
You left me here, lying on this bed.
Nothing to say, all these words unsaid.
You walked out the door while my heart bled.
Winter Tale
Submitted by Allyson on November 2, 2007 - 13:42.Stepping out into the white
I smell the winter air.
The clouds of smoke
Mark every breath I take.
My eyes shut slightly
Adjusting to the bright.
Sun gleams off fresh snow
That fell the night before.
Bundled up
I touch the snow.
Every step I take
Crunching beneath my feet.
Sledding down the hill.
Feeling the wind sting my face.
Running up again
To take another run.
