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Marla Cassenti


My Epic Set List


High school is like a set list
You have your romantic ballads
Angry songs full of hate
Tunes that don't mean a thing
And melodies that mean too much

I started off with something upbeat
But I was too scared and shy
The song ended right before my eyes

And math class made my set list turn sour
It didn't resolve until I was in choir
Where only major chords existed
And my favorite memories resided

Joining drama club created a new lullaby
That happened to have its own meter and time
Eventually it all changed
But more on that later

The next part of the set list is critical
I had to keep my audience captivated
So insert the cheesiest love song
To make hearts swoon
Just like he made mine
Slowly my audience began to trickle away
They heard whispers in the shadows
About how I wasn't so major
Rather I was quite minor
The drama lullaby seemed to ruin my life

For the third part of any set list
You need to set the record straight
Sure friends fade away with decrescendos
But I've found a few who will stay until the last measure

There will be a few key changes in this part too
My intellect changed into a sharp key
Replacing the flat one I had been playing in
The songs were thinner and darker, but still modest at heart
Even their appearance started to differ
Let's just say there was less tutu's

Transiting into the last part of my set list has been the hardest
I want to end it on a good note
But with so many accidentals
I'm not too sure where this will go

Because you're supposed to save the big hit for last
I just haven't made mine yet
But I do know it will be a beautiful disaster
Just like the past four years that I've spent here

This great catastrophe has had its up and downs
Like notes bouncing on a staff
And the notes can only go up from here

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Topic of this poem: high school


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  • Rookie Tiffany ip (6/11/2014 6:40:00 AM)

    I really like this poem because it expresses high school in a way unique to you and it's very well executed. There's so much to relate to and nothing is too flowery. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mariah H (6/11/2014 6:31:00 AM)

    Marla's poem was personal and defined her completely. Her vivid use of musical terminology helps the audience reach her on a deeper level than others. The terms she uses also aides in effortlessly explaining her high school experience in a unique and flawless manor.
    Marla's poem delves into her past, present and future fluidly. It explains how her past has molded her current persona while also eluding to the audience that her music-driven life will continue into the future. She made her poem universally acceptable and relatable, making this poem one of my favorites.
    Although every form of art can be improved upon, I felt that this poem
    Is the exception. It depicts her personal thoughts and feelings and it would be wrong to tell her how to do those things. The only person who can criticize it is the author. (Report) Reply

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