It must be kismet that this was the first poem (written on July 23, 1997) I saw when I opened my falling apart notebook filled with poetry written in 1996 and 1997. I wrote a post earlier this week about feeling isolated and this poem echoes that same theme. Alone When I think I have… Continue reading A Poem – Week Thirty-Four
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A Poem – Week Thirty-Three
I said it before and I'll say it again, I used to be very dramatic when I was younger and this poem shows it. Somebody get this girl a fainting couch. My life is in shambles Why did you leave me alone? I miss you so much Your heart was my home On the day… Continue reading A Poem – Week Thirty-Three
A Poem – Week Thirty-Two
This poem is undated and untitled. Love doesn't seem like It is a strong enough word If this is love that I feel now Then I never felt it before You make me feel all the clichés That have been said And things never mentioned I'm always in fear of losing you It is a… Continue reading A Poem – Week Thirty-Two
A Poem – Week Thirty-One
This poem was written on July 28, 1995. It seems to struggle with which situation is worse: being hurt by love or never being loved at all. If I can say anything about my younger self, it would be I was intense. Longing For Love The things I feel Inside myself Will never come to… Continue reading A Poem – Week Thirty-One
A Poem – Week Thirty and… An Announcement About My First Book(!)
I wrote this short, untitled poem sometime during college. (There's a note on the back of it about a statistics exam. 😒) Crashed computers And auditions gone wrong Missed deadlines And unpronounceable diseases Over drafted bank accounts And a lifetime reduced to A paragraph on Page E10 of the morning news. If you enjoyed this… Continue reading A Poem – Week Thirty and… An Announcement About My First Book(!)
A Poem – Week Twenty-Nine
This poem is untitled and was written sometime in the early 2000s. Now, it makes me think of my mother. It's difficult not to be sad, When I think of you. These times should be joyous, But I can only think of the loss. You're with the angels now A warm breeze in your flowing… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Nine
A Poem – Week Twenty-Eight
Here's another poem written some time in the late 1990s. No one could tell my younger self that all of my dreams wouldn't come true. Dreams (A Pledge) I have dreams Things that I need to achieve I have to make them come true So I won't have a pointless life And make me happy… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Eight
A Poem – Week Twenty-Seven
Here's a poem written in the late 1990s, based on the handwriting. It's either about devotion or a desperate plea to make someone stay who wants to leave, depends on how you look at it. Everything Everything you want I will give You are the reason Why I live Everything you need I will try… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Seven
A Poem – Week Twenty-Six
Another clean-up, another poem found. This one was written on April 24, 1996. It features one of my favorite words at the time: wack. Reality I knew reality would come to me I knew someday I'd have to face facts But I never knew it would be so wack Knew you didn't belong to me… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Six
