Bad Poetry: Embarrassing Reveal Part 4
I 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.
(1991, 9th grade)
Life is the extemporary ocean
Wandering through time
Smashing against the susceptible sand
Roaring with almighty anger
Whispers of uncertainty whimper through the salt air