Memory Lane: 1st Edition

I can’t believe I am going to do this. I feel like I’m posting a naked picture of myself or something. 😕 ew.

I told Ed and Ric once several months back that I had folders of poems I had written a LONG time ago. Back during that “writer” phase. I also said once we unpacked I’d put a few up on my blog. After my “identity” post the other day I started going through boxes and found some. Instead of overloading my blog with a bunch of teenage angst all at once, I thought I’d do it over the course of several posts. I also found a collection of poems that I saved from any and everywhere. I want to add those too because they are some of my favorites. Here’s some to get this party started. 😉

The price I must pay

for this profit is loss

but you could not explain this logic

to my heart

I know it is right in the sight of

my God

but my heart is dying to differ

It cries and it screams

and it breaks all day long

and the nights are far gone from better

I awake from my sleep

to a tear soaken pillow

and heart that has been shattered

waiting for mend

As I lay there and think

“my life is on end”

God sends me a peace

that mends.

I am not sure when I wrote that. It was in highschool sometime, as pretty much all of them were. You know, in highschool the world is just so dramatic and earth shattering. 😆 However, I’m still quite dramatic. Just this morning I had a bit of a dramatic flare up when I discovered the epiglottis in Aidan and Dylan’s throat. That’s a post for another time. Call me stupid, but I didn’t even know that ugly thing existed.

Here’s another for your viewing pleasure. 😉 I had to write a poem in language arts class about a chapter in the book Snow Falling On Cedars. Here is what resulted….

Drawing up for myself

 in the silence of my mind

a list of the things

now cluttering my heart…..

father is gone

soon everyone with a

Japanese face

on San Piedro will

be sent away

until the war is over

I have a hakujin boyfriend

I can only

see in

secret

On top of these

insoluble things

Mom has only hours before

probed into the pit of her soul

discovering her deep uncertainty.

Reading that now, I have NO CLUE what any of that means. HAHA!! 😆

Okay, I’m cringing. Feedback people. *eyes clamped shut*