Bad Poetry: Embarrassing Reveal Part 9

Aug 25, 2017 | designingLULA

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.

 

Atrium
(undated, sometime between 1991-1994)

Life’s essence is poetry straight from the heart’s core
The rhythm of savage beating across a moonlit shore
Its anxious call across the sand
Each individual beat crisp at hand
Twirling and swirling in sounds of sweet
Mingling with the rhythmic beat
Poetry is the drumming of the heart
Releasing fear of life as an eternal art

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