I found a file with my original poetry, mostly hand-written, mostly soul-bearingly vulnerable (i.e. embarrassing). My high school self was a ball of emotion, angst and longing.
But because I like you, I will share. I think this one is pretty good, actually. But man, does it bring back the stress of 10th grade.
P.S. This is a about a boy. (Surprise!)
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We
all started out as friends
We
all ended up as enemies and
no one person can quite understand
what happened, yet
we all agree it's changed
it's changed
You used to be close enough
to whisper softly in my ear
Now I only see the anger in your eyes
and hope you can't get close enough
to bite my head off
All around me I notice a mindless following
They parade silently in a circle with
a solemn expression of distrust and hate
(They're so much like you)
Anyone who isn't you
stands in the middle
with a confused smile
until they realize who you really are
Running away only ensures entrapment
It's all a game with you
no one can win
No one can feed your ego
as well as you can
I'm not sure what's right
and I know how much is wrong
I know
however
that even though it's like this
I would do
anything
to have YOU back again
I cry as I listen to us
struggle to play the notes
of a happy song
The more we try to harmonize
the more I hate the disonance of
the silent whisper
4 comments:
So makes me not want to be a teenager again! Great poem
wow! 10th grade? great writing skills! Did you put this to music?
HOLY CRAP!!!!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!!! You should really think of being an author, esp if you were that amazing in TENTH grade! You got skill!
Emmy, I know, being a teenager was rough, right? Denalee, I've never tried my hand at writing music. I don't know if I have the knack for that (????). Ashley, you made me LOL for real. And thank you. :)
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