Mr. Telles 9th Grade, Period One
I feel the heat of the spotlight on me
I walk out I hear the crowd roar they’re all just one big blur
I give it my all
I’m reminded of my imperfection when I hear the chorus of boos
Am now alone. I can only remember that single moment
The moment I wasn’t enough
It replays and replays in my head doing laps around my head
What could I have done?
I’m not in the spotlight anymore I don’t hear the
cheers
I’m alone left with just my thoughts as company
I start my day like a runner,
pressing back against my bed
and jumping out.
Moving my legs as fast as they can
to get to the finish line, school
Where I start my day.
Weaving through the hallways, I am like a swimmer.
I glide, gracefully among the pool of people.
In class, I am like a lacrosse player,
I catch the discussion, run, and get the point.
In biology, I am a golfer,
precise measurements, before swinging the liquids
creating the solution.
I am also the referee, taking the calls.
My biology unit dependent on my say
To explain this game we play.
On my way home, I am a basketball player.
Dribbling my textbooks, notebooks.
Coming home and passing them to my bed.
By finishing the homework projects
I fall into a slumber.
I am now all the athletes as one.
Hiding away in the darkness of the night.
Mr. Telles 9th Grade, Period Five
A blade.
A boat.
And drive.
That’s all you need
to fly.
Seconds.
Minutes.
hours
And very soon you will have
power.
blood.
sweat.
tears.
defying all your fears.
Injury
pain
Victory
You could even make history.
All of this
Just
to
hear
That’s not a sport!
One scratch of the pencil
One stroke with the oar
a social life?
What’s that?
Sorry I can’t hang out
I have practice
Pressure Pressure
Not a mess
pressure pressure
lose loss
pressure pressure
be the best
pressure pressure
no time to rest
pressure pressure
win the contest
pressure pressure
no more stress
pressure pressure
why the heavy breath
pressure pressure
no time to stretch
pressure pressure
This is a test
pressure pressure
you cracked