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The poetry on this page was primarily written during my sophomore and junior years in high school.
Considering that I was only 16 when I wrote these, they're pretty decent.

Corruption

March 7, 1997
 

Nobody would have known
that a little girl like me
could corrupt young minds
Nobody would have known
that I could steal the young souls
of those more innocent than I
Nobody ever guessed
that a little girl like me
could destroy futures and hearts
Nobody predicted
that I could do some of the things I did
to the younger generation
Nobody ever knew
that a little girl like me
would rebel against the system
But they could have guessed
that I wasn’t smart
that I wasn’t popular
that I wasn’t athletic
that I wasn’t pretty
that I was very mean
and I deserved the punishment I got
for all I did wrong
And the ones I thought were weaker
took me down
Not proud to be the great corruptor....
 
 

 Times of Darkness, Times of Night
March 7, 1997

A time of darkness in my head
No light of wonder shining through
No helping hand to guide me past
The temple of the deep, dark blue

A time of darkness in my life
A lonely time, a time for keeping
Sad and black thoughts in my mind
And keep inside the desperate weeping

Night has fallen on my soul
Forever until break of day
Till then I wander aimlessly
Blindly seeking my own way.
 

 The Littlest Writer
March 7, 1997

She sneaks out at night dressed in black
And steals the souls of many people
Puts those souls into the stories
And shows them off to the whole world
Kindly asking for permission
From the ones that will accept
Carefully avoiding the nasty ones
That will strangle her should they find out
She builds her own society
Satirical of the one in real life
Changing things to make them her way
Regardless of the way they are
In the world of this small writer
The ones that deserve punishment get punished
The ones that deserve the good life get it
No “cliques” or popularity contests
because that is what she really wants
She calls her writing wishful thinking
And she is very honest.
 

 Rebel In My Mind
March 7, 1997

I admire the ones that differ
and wish I could be that way, too
but my own nature holds me back
and I can’t change the way I am.
I wish to change the system fully
into one that meets my standards
But other standards must be met,
those of many other people.
Jocks will always be popular,
bad kids will always be bad kids,
band people will always be band people,
and I will always be anti-social.
 

 Censored Understanding
March 18, 1997

Everything amiss and nothing understood
I’ll never fit in here and I never could
I’m left alone on the cold plains
I’m a wet shaking dog whenever it rains
I’m by myself in the woods to roam
I’m stuck here tonight writing this poem
I’m being punished for merely livin’
I’m a bad girl that cannot be forgiven
I’m hungry for the love I’ll never get
I’m trying to stay dry but I’m already wet
I’m a musician but I never could play
I’m in a home where I never would stay
I’m in a circle where I have no friends
I’m wondering when this insanity ends
I’m making up for the mistakes I made
I’m not expecting a fancy parade
I’m not in need of anybody’s pity
I’m not like you, a native of the city
I’m a storyteller that’s trying to write
I’m in need of a guiding light
I’m searching for people of my own kind
I’m lonely and it’s tearing up my mind
I’m sure some would kill to have my time
I’m serving the sentence but don’t know the crime
I’m only a small girl and I’m still learning
I’m always in need, always yearning
For the happiness in life that I’m trying to find
And I’m in desperate need of peace of mind.
 

The Summer of 1997
December 23, 1997

Do you remember those torrid
final days of spring,
the first tough days of summer?
Do you remember spinning out of control
as the hot blazing stage lights
burned upon your face,
as note after note of senseless music
drifted through your ears,
and the endless line of graduates
marched proudly before you?
Do you remember that empty feeling
even when you were with friends,
having fun and living life
with a certain emptiness inside?
Do you remember ambling your way
through exams into summer,
feeling nothing, no pain or joy
along the way?
And then do you remember the day
you found the one to fill
that empty place by chance?
Even then, did that feeling
of desire for revenge still linger?
Do you remember the good times
and happy days spent
lingering in the sun?
Do you remember those nights
you spent outside
living in a camper?
Do you remember calling an old friend
one day out of the blue
and being turned away?
Do you remember the desperate feelings
rolling through your mind
as you played your music
just a little louder?
Do you remember a lonesome week
far away from home and happiness
and the cold chill you got
from the sense of sudden change
as you saw your life
in a different light?

Do you remember....

I remember....

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September 11, 2001

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