Monthly Archives: September 2016
0022 The Betrayed [26 December 1995]
Author’s note: Ah, teenage angst. Ultimately our family did get the horses mentioned in this poem but my dad, at the time, was not too keen on the idea. This was my reaction after one discussion we had. He betrayed us. … Continue reading
0021 Brandi [25 December 1995]
Author’s note: The woman this poem is about is the person who inspired me to start writing poetry. Brandi, I see her face, Everyday, Brightly smiling, Like the rising of the sun. She is my friend, My mentor in a … Continue reading
0020 To the One I Love [06 October 1995]
My heart has a hole in it. And it bleeds for you. It is empty, And it is cold. Don’t tell me truths, Don’t tell me lies. Don’t tell me anything, For actions speak more than words. To be in … Continue reading
0019 The Kindred Spirit [09 August 1995]
Author’s note: This is one of my personal favorites from this era of my writing. He, Who is wise, Beyond his years. In some ways, In others, Not. A young man of mystery, Came into my life. Whom I tried … Continue reading
0018 The End of School [13 June 1995]
It’s summertime, And the days are long. We get wild, And nothing’s wrong. The sun is shining, And we just can’t stay inside. We tan or burn on the beach And surf the tide. We’re having too much fun, Maybe … Continue reading
0017 The PMS Blues [12 June 1995]
I’ve got the Pre-Menstrual blues. I’m mad at everything And everyone. I finally know why they Call it a curse. I’ve got the PMS blues, Oh, and I’m mad. It brings bad news to all women, Especially the cramps. Oh … Continue reading
0016 Shanon [30 May 1995]
Author’s note: The person this poem I wrote about when I was 15 years old is actually still one of my best friends now at the age of 36. This poem amuses me because of my attempt at rhyming something … Continue reading
0015 Sometimes [25 May 1995]
Sometimes I am so lonely, I want to break down and cry. Sometimes I want to be someone else, But always wonder why. Sometimes I want to be gorgeous, But I am me. Sometimes I want a boyfriend, But I … Continue reading
0014 Confused [25 May 1995]
I am not perfect, And yet am (very) flawed. I do have some problems, Well, actually not. I am one, And I am many. We are all different, Yet all the same. Teenagers confused, Moody and abused (are you sure?) … Continue reading
0013 A Poem to a Lover II [22 May 1995]
Author’s note: Sometimes when I look back at my 15 year old self and the poetry I wrote then, I cringe in mortification. But then again, I am 36 now. 21 years separates the me of now and the me … Continue reading
Song in the Silence 