it's time for *thrilling theme music* bad teenage poetry corner
it's one of, i think, two things i ever wrote that rhymed. so i called it rhyme. i don't even have to go copy/paste it out of my secret stash of crap i wrote, i can type this one from memory in my sleep. but then again it's been following me around like a little poopy dawg since 1976.
rhyme
poems & songs at the
heart of the matter
sweep swiftly along
& onward they patter
down cobblestone drives
& up through the past
to the center, the edge,
the first & the last
of the glittering dreams
now gathering dust
which covers the glow
which had long gone to rust
& the night's here to stay
but that causes no sadness
i rise & rejoice in the
darkness & madness
as the voices in rhythm
& the faces in mime
go dancing & chanting
& spinning in rhyme.
-(me)
maybe it was 75. yeah, it was 75. junior high school. sigh.
Granted, I'm no judge of poetry, but that works nicely.
'75. Some memories that year...
oh, i'm too vain & neurotic to post the *really seriously* bad teenage stuff. i only post the stuff i don't completely hate. mostly i do it to remind myself i need to write.
the faces in mime!!
I admit it, too. I have fun going through my old journals and I'm not afraid to post some of it...but there's some serious dreck that i'd be way too proud ever to share. why i don't burn it and be done with it, i don't know.