I think that 15-year-old me may have thought that I had bars.
I don't know what we called them back then lbvs but a lot of the "poetry" that I wrote back then was actually more akin to lyrics. I would listen to songs and write my own versions of them, or just freestyle some lines that I felt.
I still do that these days...
It has resulted in some rather decent works lol.
Go read my modern poetry; some of it may rub you the right way.
Now back to 2004 lol.
Enjoy.
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A poem I wrote: August 13th, 2004.
8 months into 15 years old.
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The time is come
For me to rest.
The day is done
And I've done my best.
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My work is done,
I've pulled my load.
The sun was hot, but
This night seems cold...
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I lay upon
This rock-hard bed
With images of you running through my head.
I'm all worn out
My muscles ache.
I need some rest for goodness' sake...
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But these images of you
Do energize me
To skate a hill or climb a tree.
I try to block them out
No offense
But I need some sleep
I am way too tense.
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It's getting late
I really need sleep
It's too quiet in here
You can hear the slightest peep...
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The sun is rising; this is bad.
I've wasted all the time I had
On writing this stupid poem
I had plans for today
But now I'm staying home...
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You still reside
Inside
Of my head
And
I guess you will
until
I'm dead.
But now it's time for me to sleep
Cause I don't
I'll surely weep.
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Hey, you're finally gone
But now I want you back...
Ugh, it's 4:00 am...
I'm going to hit the sack...
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Okay, I suppose that wasn't so bad.
A bit campy, but I'll give it a pass.
The next entry will be a Journal entry lol
I won't continue to torture you all with that sap.
Or will I?
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I mean...I really don't know or remember.
It's been 20 flippin' years.
So I suppose we will find out together, lbvs.
See you soon, folks.