This evening I found some old poetry in a file on my computer that I had completely forgotten about. I’m not sure when most of these were written, but they span from high school through around 2008 probably.
I know I still have floppy disks with poetry on them, as well, but God knows if that could ever be recovered. I don’t have a disk port on any of my devices any longer, so they are probably lost to time if they would even still work. Some of it was written on my family’s old Macintosh, some were done on PCs or iMacs in our high school computer lab, and others were done on the first PC that I bought in my second semester in college.
I picked the best of the bad to share with you; aren’t you lucky?
Think of Me When It Snows
Think of me when it snows
Feel a chill as the night air blows
Can you feel my ache, deep in your bones?
Each flake that falls, a tear for you
Your heart frigid, icy blue
The whispering winds say my name
Winters to pass will bear the same
Bundle warmly against the cold
Snowfall in the pale moonlight
Sleep now, pull your covers tight
Think of me when it snows
Note: I remember the poem above, but I don’t remember the circumstances surrounding it or when I wrote it.
Out of Reach
The dream, the possibility of you and me
Hangs high above my head,
Like an apple on the highest branch
Oh, so close, but still out of reach
The temptingly sweet, ripe vision
Is all that I want
It is what I hunger for
Just to taste, to touch
To break through the smooth, shiny skin
Devouring the fruit for what it is,
Though the act would forever change the course of
Note: I distinctly remember that this poem was written in high school when I was exasperatingly in love with someone who did not reciprocate those feelings, which pretty much sums up my entire high school life.
Azure clouds, boiling away
Your star is falling
Feel the mountains sway
Like an Incan priestess
Wringing bloodstained hands
You want the world
But you don’t make plans
Read the bones, consult the stones
What do they say?
Change is come, mend your ways!
The time is nigh,
Why do you wait?
Plunge the knife
Seal your fate.
Note: I remember submitting this one to my university yearly poetry magazine as a sophomore. It was not chosen.
A Broken Heart
This deep ache
This pulsating need
A pain in the flesh
But of the heart
When does it stop?
When does it die?
And rips up my insides
Can you tell? Can you see?
I only loved you
What have you done to me?
Note: This one is obviously bad breakup poetry.
Well, there you go- in reading my selection of bad poetry you’ve gotten a deeper look into the oft-tortured and creative soul of my past.