Here's a poem I wrote in 9th grade. I lost my virginity to a girl 2 years older that year. I dunno if my English teacher was just a weirdo, or if he thought I was kinda cool. He gave me my only "A" and signed his first copy of "Catcher in the Rye"...because I stayed after class and rapped about how much I loved that book. So the pages are falling apart, but I'm still awestruck that I have a piece of someone's history. This book meant a lot to someone wiser, and more experienced than my spindly teenage mind. Mr. Medic gave me this book, wrote a passage, and just let it go.
I'm thinking 2005 should be about letting things go.
Oh yeah, my poem...don't laugh...I got an "A" for this fucker.
Living
Breathing
Alive
Here
For someone
Who needs
Some life
Again
It's the worst...but the pain continues, and it's off the top of my mostly forgetful head.
#2 poem from lost virginity year.
by the needle you are addicted
the deadly disease you are afflicted
a slow death for fun
worth it to you
the sex and drugs will soon be through
so slow the fire
make life last
for a fire of souls
burns awfully fast
*snap snap*
Jeezus...Happy New Year, and know that I luff you.
T
I'm thinking 2005 should be about letting things go.
Oh yeah, my poem...don't laugh...I got an "A" for this fucker.
Living
Breathing
Alive
Here
For someone
Who needs
Some life
Again
It's the worst...but the pain continues, and it's off the top of my mostly forgetful head.
#2 poem from lost virginity year.
by the needle you are addicted
the deadly disease you are afflicted
a slow death for fun
worth it to you
the sex and drugs will soon be through
so slow the fire
make life last
for a fire of souls
burns awfully fast
*snap snap*
Jeezus...Happy New Year, and know that I luff you.
T
kybella:
Oh-so-cute, I must say...