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08 December 2009 @ 05:01 pm
Oh man.  
An old friend just sent me a poem I wrote in approximately 1995 (when I was 14/15), which he apparently carried around in his wallet for years. I'm not sure my writing skills have improved very much since then. I'm definitely less emo, though. Except the term "emo" didn't exist back then.


yes, hero

i admit i've watched from
distances, combed his thread
proverbs
wondered what was in his head

black, he thought
black
what horrible evil could corrupt my
ability to watch the sunrise?

poor sweet boy, she lamented
what makes him see that dirty
hospital as such a
mecca?

it's normal, you tell yourself proudly
teenage rebelliousness, pointless
demonstration

i meditated blankly on shreds of
psychology i'd collected over
time
as i sat and stared wall to wall

he stared too, downward, dear
god what blindfold is so
black

maybe someday i'll see, i say
maybe someday he'll see, you say
maybe someday we'll see, she says
maybe someday they'll see, he says

he looks down at his healing wrist
scars and softly says
maybe tomorrow
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the sky is a poisonous garden tonightslug_life on December 9th, 2009 02:29 am (UTC)
All this Facebooking makes me want to reconnect with a certain ex. I really should quell these feelings. Good thing she's got absolutely no online presence that I know of.
the beatnik pagan poetbeatnikbetty on December 9th, 2009 02:42 am (UTC)
yay poems!! its awesome you wrote this as a teenager, good use of breaks.
Hoshti Goshtas: bill thumb uprpeate on December 9th, 2009 06:28 am (UTC)
That's great. Really great.
On se niin väärin!aprilstarchild on December 10th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
The poem isn't bad at all!

I had friends who were "emo before it was a word" in high school, and their poetry was always awful. Since then I've always been really wary of reading anything my friends write for fear of hating it!