Inspired By Frost

Back at school.

Now, I'm no fool.

Yet, I feel as though I need to take,

Another long break.

For some reason I've felt recently,

That I should act decently,

To create a poem to compose,

My feelings in prose.

One might suppose,

That, in fact, this poem is not prose!

I needed a rhyme, I'd say,

If you don't like, stay away!

Inspired by the likes of Hughes,

I've felt the burning poetic desire.

After all, I have nothing to lose,

And I will quell the poetic fire.

This poem is not exactly flawless,

Actually, it's somewhat of a mess!

It meets not my expectation,

I had hoped for after examination:

I noticed upon further consideration,

That this poem lacks adequate alliteration.

Qualities characteristic of Frost;

Upon me they are lost.

Yet still, in the name of blog, I try,

As time has flown by.

It takes a hold of me;

Sometimes I can't break free.

I haven't updated and blogged,

in about two weeks.

I feel as though school has hogged,

My time that, away, still leaks.

I thought that after college application,

And loads of IB homework,

I could afford some relaxation.

Instead the ghost of work

Continues to lurk.

College applications are an interesting beast.

I thought that after January first,

My worry regarding them would burst,

Yet upon my happy countenance, they continue to feast.

We have just over a month to wait,

And I'm in a dire strait!

Where will I get admitted?

Definitely not everywhere I submitted

An application of full of hope.

Let's hope there will be no reason to mope.

With no expectations,

I look toward my notifications.

I look toward the future:

Toward college and independence.

It's scary, to be sure,

To be waiting on the fence,

Between childhood and reality-

It's quite the duality.

Yet, here I sit in the present,

In psychology class,

While challenged, I feel pleasant,

Indeed, while hard, I would never pass,

On the life I've been given,

The life I love to be livin'!