So, I went through this stage as a teenager… kind of a mom’s worst nightmare kind of stage. I was all angsty and brooding over every little thing. I’m sure it drove my parents nuts. Anyway, that’s during the time when I was writing up a storm. I wrote about everything. Not so much blogging, but poems and stories and the like. I was looking through an old notebook tonight and found an old poem that I wrote back in 2003. I was 16 at the time. It’s dark and gory and so far from how life actually was that I laugh everytime I read it. Still, I think it’s no that bad. Read:
Anger brewed deep within the pits of hell
Bred and release onto the innocent they burn and melt
Screams of torture and misery sound loud
Blood seeps down far; its stench foul
Confusion erupts and burning are those of lies
Questions explode; ones we cannot answer or justify
At thy lips lies a silent scream
And finally we find, things aren’t what they seem.
©2003 KDH
*le sigh*
Carmen Said:
on October 15, 2008 at 5:47 am
I really like that last line, it ties up the poem quite nicely! Well done, 16y.o Mizzy! I can’t even remember the last time I tried to write poetry but I wrote angsty things too!
Amber Said:
on October 15, 2008 at 2:14 pm
That last line really was lovely. For 16, that is remarkably profound. (Look at me, talking like I know something. Ha!)
I like how it kind of rhymes, but doesn’t. Maybe that’s just me.