early stuff

early stuff

this is everything i can bear to have read that i wrote before high school. *tries to resist the urge to edit*

i started writing poetry when i was 11. this is the first one ever. Woke up this morning and i couldn't believe I looked in the mirror - saw someone thirty Feels like just yesterday that i was twelve oh where has the time gone mom is getting old - dad is too the kids are growing themselves anew my brother's getting married this fine day oh where has the time gone the days pass so do the years they just go too fast you're born and then you die

I wrote this in september of 7th grade. I was so proud of it i showed it to my parents and my english teacher. i miss the days of summer when the clouds roll by in a beautiful blue sky and no one sighs a long sigh i miss the days of summer warm days at the beach no teachers around to teach though on your foot you may find a leech i still miss the days of summer the days of summer are gone now and to my infinite sorrow i heard "tomorrow it may snow" on my little old radio i wish it wasn't freezing out that i could be up and about that it was warm out that it was summer still.

this was for the school newspaper in... 7th grade, probably. The sun has come out from the clouds the trees have dropped their shrouds I can see the grass again, I stare out the window and listen to Everything's Zen Soon it will be warm Many insects in a swarm But I don't mind Cause the weather's so fine Wild flowers running through the fields Green leaves on trees yield A beautiful picture-postcard setting And now the sky is letting It's raining again And I'm glad it's spring

i'm not sure about this one, but it looks like maybe i had to write it for school. i spelled blu that way on purpose because my best friend at the time had named her hermit crab blu. Sadness is blu it sounds like weeping it tastes like saltwater it smells like death it looks like a bent, sobbing woman it makes me sad too *again resists the urge to edit* main