So I have been trying to figure out what to write about today, and must confess that NOTHING was coming to mind… I tried checking out Google for lists of writing exercises and to see what came up on the “I’m Feeling Lucky” search. I looked through previously identified lists of writing exercises. I looked through my list of potential blog topics. Nothing seemed interesting to me, and if it’s not interesting to me, how on earth could it be interesting to anyone who is not me? In my flipping through things, I stumbled upon the remaining three high school poems that I had found not so long ago (see my previous post, “Magic or You Can Be Six Again,” for more on this and for the one poem that I really liked from those good ol’ days). Well, in that post I had more or less promised to share even the overwrought, melodramatic, adjective-laden writings from my not-altogether-misspent youth.

So here they are, for better or for worse. I have honestly got no freaking idea what inspired them or what they reference. As a matter of fact, it is entirely possible that they were not directly related to anything personal and were driven by no more than the usual teenage angst – with which, mercifully, I was not overburdened. Of course, as a teenage girl, I did nonetheless have the mandatory minimal amount of angst – you can’t be a teenage girl without it, I suspect – and apparently I threw it ALL at the wall with these “poems.” Eek, she said. So don’t judge me too harshly for their overblown-ness – think of this as a fine example of my overwhelming self-abasement, my willingness to share even those words I am not necessarily pleased by in the name of my craft… (teehee)
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