teen angst poems
Okay, so Reluntant Housewife wrote a post, that inspired Mrs Fortune that inspried Weirdgirl (and others, but that's how I found it) that I thought would be fun to run with. I've got a lot of crappy poetry from high school. I'll post a few of them:

"Peace and Quiet"
Fighting, fighting,
Neverending,
Neither one ever surrendering.
Always yelling.
Always offending.

There is no peace,
there s no quiet.

Begging, pleading,
yelling, screaming,
wondering...
Who will be the first to leave?

Fights or arguments,
call them what you may.
Tiffs or disagreements,
they are all the same.
Night after night,
one thing remains

There is no peace
There is no quiet

I try to sleep
but still I hear.
Enclosed in my room,
but still I fear.

There is no peace
There is no quiet.

"Tired"
I'm so tired --
tired of life
I think I'll sleep forever.

When I close my eyes
I can not see my world
My problems go away

I can dreams my dreams
of happy places and times
and forget my worries

There's no one to bother me;
mo one to make me sad
no one can ever harm me.

How can a heart break
over and over again?
why are people so cruel?

When it gets too much,
I can't handle it:
don't want to think anymore.
I retire to where I'm safe.
I think I'll sleep forever.

"Listen"
Will he listen to me?
I want to tell him
how I feel.
I want to let him know
when he hurts my feelings,
but I wonder,
Will he listen to me?
He said that he would change
and let me speak my mind,
but it's never happened before.
I wish I knew for sure:
Will he listen to me?

"Gone"
Minds made up
No one giving ground
Hopeless
There can be no winner
only broken lives and hearts.
Both are too proud to back down
Even if, in the end,
falling down will be the result.
Falling away from love.
Too late will they realize
Neither was right,
and come running back
to find the other...
Gone.

No title for this one
How can I be sure?
Can I trust you?
Will you hurt me again,
the way you did before?
Or will you stay this time?
Why do you do this to me?
Why do you come back?
Do you really love me?
Or are you playing games?
How can I sort out my feelings,
if I'm not sure of the truth?
Can you tell me?
Do I even want to know the answer?
How can I be sure?

So, that gives you all an idea of how utterly fucked up I was in high school. I had issues. But, I look at these now, and laugh. I am still proud of them though, because they remind me of where I was and how far I've come. (Some days. some days, I'm not too far from those same feelings)


3/27/06 I had to edit this as I figured out that I had linked wrong up there at the top of this entry. It's now fixed. it sucks that I wasn't accurate in my linking. Sorry everyone.