First though, I have to tell you... When digging out my preteen and teenage poetry journals I found some other stuff I'd written during those years. And it made me cry...
FROM LAUGHING SO HARD!
A list for your amusement:
- For the Fear of Death--A two-part short horror story with blood drawn on the cover. (6th grade)
- An oh so deep note in a poetry journal (verbatim): "A human being is just a metaphor for life. I am just a metaphor for life."
- A short story(ish) written completely with exposition about a gold digging murderess named Taylor. (9th or 10th grade)
- Jocelyn's Choice--A long short story about Princess Jocelyn and her decision to marry based on letters she receives... Complete with an illustrated cover. (Elementary school)
- Treasure Island and Gary's Grave--My two first ever attempts at flash fiction... (LOL 4th grade)
- Junk Mail--An absolutely horrible short story about a man getting dumped for reading too much junk mail (some point in high school)
- Mage's Isle--A handwritten short story about a girl named Ellen who knows magic and becomes the apprentice of an Archmage (Antik) (8th grade)
- Another deep note in a different poetry journal (verbatim): "Deep down, everyone knows what actually is, yet everyone builds their own facades to cope with the extent of reality to which they cannot adapt to."
- Sarchevo--An incredibly NOT PC story about a girl who's kidnapped by Indians and forced to become one's wife (Dancing Lion), whom she ends up kind of liking... EVEN though he killed her sister. (8th grade)
So, onto the bad poetry... This first one was written in 5th grade. When you read it, you will learn that I am obviously a very deep person.
Love vs. Hate
Love is a feeling
a feeling of security
a feeling of hope
Hate is an obsession
that takes over you
and wraps you in coldness
Love is beautiful
more so than one million setting suns
more so than one million rainbows
Hate is sad
sadder than the deaths of one million butterflies
sadder than the murders of one million people
Hate is our enemy.
Love is our destiny.
Ta da! So. What'd you think? Was I gifted beyond my years or what? Hahahaha.
There are really no words for my second one. This little gem is from 10th grade. It's titled Nonsense, and... well... you'll see.
Yes I know the Muffin Man
who lives on Drury Lane.
He's across the way waiting for Clementine
who'll be comin' 'round the mountain when she comes!
Someone's singing Lord,
Kum Ba Ya...
Do you hear her singing?
She's driving six white horses as she comes
Light she is and like a fairy
and her shoes are number nine.
She brings herring boxes with out topses,
she's come to fix the London Bridge.
The Muffin Man greets her
with a hug and a kiss hello...
And those who look quite closely
see the squeeze he gives below.
When the bridge is fixed and finally finished
He takes her on a picnic
with sugar and spice
and everything nice,
like shoe fly pie and Apple Pan-dowdy.
While they eat
across the blanket
the ants went marching
ummmm yeah. So apparently I reached into a huge kettle filled with every nursery rhyme known to man, stole bits and pieces of what I pulled out and thought I was clever.
So, Shannon. I hope you're happy! Thanks to you, I know have my very own "Sara Shame" label, haha.