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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Jami Presents: Read at Your Own Risk Poems

Can there be a more angst-ridden being than a teenage girl? The answer, my friend, is of course not. No one feeeeels as deeply as a hormone-fluctuating girl in the throes of crushes and the maze of high school life. I've been there, I know. And an almost universal outlet for the Feelings Which Cannot Be Contained is crappy poetry. I don't know if this current generation, with their shocking lack of literacy have kept up (text poetry? "I c u luv her ih8 u jeff. u should luv me, wtf?" but in my day, lo, these many years ago, every 13-to-18 year old girl had a notebook somewhere with her super-secret sometimes-rhyming thoughts. When I cleaned out the attic this summer I threw out about 6-7 lined notepads jam packed with poems so bad they could have exercised the ghosts of Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson. I just found yet another one, and for your reading "pleasure" I present: JAMI'S HORRID TEEN YEARS POEMS - one even rhymes. Read 'em and weep. When Darkness Falls When darkness falls and my best friends are tears When I find myself alone with nothing but my fears When I cry out to someone, won't you take my hand? I'm so glad you're here. I know you'll understand When my heart is broken and all the pieces lost When I reach out for love no matter what the cost When I cry out to someone, won't you take my hand? I'm so glad you're here. I know you'll understand. ___(untitled)__ I cannot accuse, for I am also guilty; I would be convicting myself. Friendship assumes many different forms. Some cannot be understood But must be accepted. ____________ Mourn! For another dream has died. And I feel the wind blowing my tears away. My heart tries not to break, but it wants to. Cry! I cannot judge, for neither do I trust One I learned is lost in her lies. The other is too far hidden to find the truth. Based on some of the titles of other poems, my best guess is that these were written the summer between my junior and senior years. Some are much happier, but what fun is that? My deepest apologies for scarring your brain with these.

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