"Hourglass"

I can't believe the time has come.

My heart was beating like a fast paced drum.

Instead of having fun in the Christmas season,

I was stuck in books for some reason.

College Apps were supposed to be done in November, 

But I still have two more to finish and its already December!

"Melvin you have to hurry, the deadline is approaching!"

My mother's voice constantly echoing. 

New Institute of Technology and Seton Hall University still needed to be done

Even though it was Christmas time I could not have fun. 

Last month I finished my college essay.

So I used that one and had find a way to submit everything someway!

December 2, I finished the application for Seton Hall.

Happily I found out I might be going there next fall!

Early Action for NYIT was at hand!

I have to finish that app before the opportunity was lost in the sand. 

So I buckled down at the public library,

and began to work on my last application confidently. 

Moments before it was time for closing, 

I submitted my application and now I sit hoping.

I finished all my applications in the nick of time!

Hopefully next time I'll blog about where I got into with a fancy rhyme!

"#Writer'sBlock"

"Hurry up Melvin! You have to finish everything before Thanksgiving!"
The stress was piling up along with the school work we were receiving.
Half the time I wanted to fall down and resort to grieving,
But I had to finish my Rutgers app, boy was that confusing!

Rutgers, Seton Hall, Ramapo and more,
That's just the beginning, when will this list end?
Is there an easy way around it, where is the back door?
Hit the wall of writer's block, how will I ever click send?

My college essay has to be the best piece I've ever written,
But everything distracted me, even Adam's soft fluffy kitten.
Somehow I put together a few lines but it was so rubbery like uncooked mutton.
So I scratched that away till the idea hit me all of a sudden.

I sat back and began to reminisce,
About when I was young, the days of the innocence.
The voyage I took half way around the world.
At the age of only 10 it was a story no one had ever heard.

So I sat down and the adventure flowed out of me.
The story of me and my friends climbing every coconut tree.
This was my best essay, sure to be a victory.
And after I receive my college acceptance, "I would like to thank the academy."

"#SpiritWeekProblems"

September was over, October flew in.
It was homecoming time, let the stress begin!
It's only student council, surely there are no pains
But before I knew it, over were the fun and games.

Started out with Spirit Week,
Our mission to make school not so bleak.
Four days of spirit and one day of cheer,
The time had come to move up the gear.

Ribbon and bracelets, pleading peers to buy some more
Along with Homecoming tickets, promised them it would not be a bore.
"How many kids are going? I heard last year was bad!"
"Yea but things change and we promise to make you glad."

Day by day the spirit increased,
And the seniors were winning, a can of kick-but was unleashed!
Everyone else was enjoying games,
while the six of us were anxious and feeling the flames!

But the day grew closer, soon it was Friday night
I was pronounced King, my crown shimmered under the light.
My fears went away and knew it was here,
The time to make homecoming the best and hear everyone's cheers.

The food came on time and the DJ was great.
The best homecoming yet? Without any debate!

"September Marching Band"

It came so quick, it was hard to bare,

The time had come to break out the snare.

Marching band was around the corner,

My drum looked at me like a foreigner

It started with a week of band camp.

Everyday was so annoying like a nagging cramp.

But we pressed on, my drum and I,

And before I knew it, the week flew by

Still I just wanted to quit.

I was sick and tired of all the musical lyrics.

Now we got practices after school?

I was hoping to God I would hear an "April Fool!"

For awhile I was dreading Tuesday and Thursday nights,

But after awhile it seemed to become quite the delight.

A chance to do what I love,

Just my drum and I, with nothing to worry of.