I’ve recently visited my parents in Texas and pulled out from the dusty depths of my old bedroom closet, a box. It had been stored at the bottom of this closet for a multitude of years. I kind of knew what was in it but over the years had forgotten about the memories that awaited. Well to my horror and surprise, there was pages upon pages of teen angst poetry. It’s so, so bad that it’s almost good in its horribleness.

So in the spirit of this blog of designingLULA, it would be a shame if I didn’t share some of these gems into the psyche of my teen angst self. Hahaha…enjoy.

Psychotic Nightmare
(1992, 10th grade)

Racing into the misty, cold night,
The dumb man’s scream pierced the sky;
The bullet from the unloaded gun brings deathly fright.
Evil dead show fear to the blind man’s sight;
The graveyard chills as the clouds roll by,
Racing into the misty, cold night.
The sun shone brightly at the stroke of midnight,
As the honest man told the deaf man a truthful lie;
The bullet from the unloaded gun brings deathly fright.
A wingless angel takes to flight,
Letting out a demonic cry,
Racing into the misty, cold night.
Scraping and clawing as an evil cat might,
As ghostly illusions form when the moon is high;
The bullet from the unloaded gun brings deathly fright.
Beware of the evil, psychotic type;
Watch the world with a careful eye.
Racing into the misty, cold night,
The bullet from the unloaded gun brings deathly fright.