There is nothing--*nothing*--that can make you twitch like poetry you wrote when you were twelve years old.
Oh my *God*. This is just embarrassing. Of all the things to uncover.... THERE ARE ELEVEN OF THESE!
I wrote poetry about my *classmates*. I think I was going through some kind of blank verse period.
*twitches so hard*
Reproduced verbatim.
Lindy
A best friend
is never perfect
but in your
eyes, is the best.
I have a
best friend
Her name is
Lindy.
We play
and play
and play
and play.
And can anyone
tell me why
we shouldn't?
Is it because
we are 12, going
on thirteen?
I believe not.
So play games
do not be
frightened by
people who
would make
fun of you
because you do play.
They simply
have a great lack
of imagination.
The only 'real life' poem I ever wrote was about almost kicking a boy in the crotch.
Keep in mind I hadn't hit actual puberty or sexual awakening. I was *deathly earnest*.
I should dig up my poem and post it to LJ today sometime.
Yeeeeah.
He's on the market again, isn't he?
*dies laughing*
*hugs icon*
I've spent years trying to forget *my* first serious poem, which was about the Holocaust and rhymed. It was cleverly titled "Why Isn't There Peace?". I should've won an award on the spot.
And I remember the preassure to *stop* playing at 12.
And considering how much fun slashers have playing in their fandoms, the last two (paragraphs? stanzas? What's the poetry-type word? You'd have no idea I had to sit through a lecture on poetry only a month ago, huh?) bits are particularly appropriate.
*whistles and wanders off*
Oh the angst! Oh the grammar! Oh the nihilism! Oh the embarassment...
But you should share with us! You should! *nodnodnod*