Sestina #2

Nolan B.
Mr. Salsich
English 9
5/2/11
Sestina #2

I want this experience to be never-ending.
One to never be forgotten.
Anything to happen after these memories only seems to be emptiness.
A vast emptiness that will end up leaving no one’s lips.
These memories will never measure
Up to the one’s I have from this school.

I have become a better person from being at this school.
Much better by an amount that is endless.
It’s had such a huge effect that it’s immeasurable.
And I have affected it too so I will leave unforgotten.
My name will be mentioned, even after I have left, by many lips.
I am full with joy not emptiness

I do not feel empty.
I have been improved by this school.
A school that will always be heard from my restless lips.
To no clear end.
I have laid upon my mark to let people never forget
who Nolan Burkholder was and how important to this school he and the rest of us are to no measure.

The time spent here is marked and measured.
It is a place that will never be left empty.
I am leaving, but not forgetting.
It smelted itself a place in my head as most memorable school.
The worst part is the ending,
and the unfinished business I have talking and using my lips.

My lips.
They could never say enough to measure
my memories. There is no end
to them. The rest of my life is still empty.
It will be filled with other schools.
Schools I will most likely just end up forgetting.

I would never consider myself to be forgetful.
I speak my memories all the time from my lips.
Especially about Pine Point School.
Nothing bad will be a measure
of my time there. To me it won’t become empty,
until it is near my times end.

I can’t be forgetful even if life has finished my life’s measurement
My free lips that were sure to be left empty,
are now filled with this school ‘til my end.

Sestina #1

Nolan B.

Mr. Salsich

English 9

4/29/11

Sestina #1

Here lies so many memories.

Every moment in another school will leave me missing

this school. I will never be the same.

Sometimes I would fall,

but the people there to pick me up were my friends.

Without them I would have had no love.

I wouldn’t have made it without the surrounding love.

It shaped each and every memory.

I go to school to see my friends.

They will be dearly missed.

I know without them that I will sometimes fall,

but I still left them by never again being the same.

My old friends in my new school will too realize I’m no longer the same.

I will have to learn to give new people my love.

If I don’t, I will just end up falling.

In a new place, I can’t forget to withhold my old memories.

I’ll just have to miss

my old buddies and still try to keep them securely by my side as my best friends.

I can’t be without my friends!

I don’t want to learn to change but instead just stay the same.

I’m going to feel as if part of my life is truly missing.

The only way to describe the way I feel about them is love

because they hold things in common with me called great memories.

They are what kept me from tripping and falling.

I want to rise rather then fall.

I have to make new friends.

I have to create new memories.

I cannot stay entirely the same.

I must meet more people worthy of my love

And leave behind some of what I will want to miss.

I don’t want to completely forget since it’s all right to miss

people. I can still keep in hold and not let those people to fall

out of my life. It comes to points in all our lives where we have to give up our love,

and sometimes even our friends.

But that doesn’t mean I have to do that as long as I stay somewhat the same

person. I will create new and keep the old memories.

Next year I will miss my friends.

I will fall if I do not keep my great characteristics the same,

and I love every single memory.