Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Angsty Middle School Poetry

NOTE: If you cringe at other peoples embarrassment I'd skip this blog post 'cause it's gonna get all sorts of embarrassing up in here!

A couple weeks ago my dad sent me this...


Does it look familiar? Possibly a little like your own awkward middle school angsty poetry notebook?

And just for you, my lovely friends, I'm putting my agonizing, artless, a little annoying authorship out there for all of you to enjoy. Just consider it a gift for sticking with me through my lack of blogging lately.

Without further ado, behold the greatness:

If I had the time & you guys had the interest I could break these down piece by piece and mock every line, every choice of word, but I'll let you guys do that on your own!

My favorites would be this one about my middle school- ack, it just makes me cringe. And this one (out of like 80 "hate poems") that I think is supposed to be a "love poem".

Let's all thank our lucky stars that I didn't become a poet or it'd grim for us all.

Anyone else as angst ridden as I was in middle school?
Did you take it out, like me, on your poor little notebook?

11 comments:

Em and Russ said...

I also am a yellow toothbrush.

Strawberry Girl said...

Yes I was quite filled with angst... I'd like to say don't write yourself off yet... a few of these show creative potential... ;) (Believe me or don't, I'd say that's the truth) ;)

Carrie said...

I'm so glad your Dad saved these. How fun to look back on those school days that I don't think I'd like to live through a second time. =)

Holly said...

THose are so awesome. I love the yellow toothbrush one--so deep! And man I hated middle school. And let's throw high school in there too. It's nice to be a grown-up.

Marni said...

These are HILARIOUS!! What a great way to see your writing talent budding at that young age. (Glad your spelling has improved, btw.) I like the nifty little illustrations you have on each page. I think the love poem about turpentine and bleach is actually pretty good--all that metaphor and imagery.

I agree with Holly--it's nice to be a grown up. None of us were at our best in middle school (or, in my case, high school either). I think my middle school poems are all melodramatic ramblings about rain and death and sorrow--as if I knew anything about death and sorrow at that point in life!

Thanks for sharing these!

Buck Jeppson said...

I remember middle school (junior high, in my case) as being the most miserable time of my existence. I wrote worse self-indulgent poetry later than that, though my spelling was better. ;-)

Don't beat yourself up. What other middle-school, hormone-stricken student uses words like "turpentine," "acrylic," and "morph" in one poem? You had the talent then and it shows now.

Meagan Brooks said...

I agree with your dad on this one. I'm actually impressed. I didn't write ANY poetry in middle school and I certainly didn't use words like "turpentine".

Kristal said...

I love those! thanks for sharing! my angry writing time was in high school, and it would usually start as a poem, and end in me just complaining about stuff for pages... then I would rip them into tiny bits and throw them away so no one could see them. Kinda wish I had kept some now, it would have been interesting to see what was so dramatic in my teenage life.

Smithy said...

ha - so happy that i knew you during this time of your life. no awesome poetry for me, but i do have pages and pages of journal writing

Audra said...

Oh man... middle school... Nirvana and Pearl Jam were becoming big in 8th grade. So, everything needed to be angsty. Sometimes I almost felt bummed that my life was so good because then I had no "pain" to write about. All my other friends were "suffering" and writing "deep" words... and I had nothing! At that age I tried to write stuff such as that. Never came out like I would like, so I would rip it up and throw it away. I do kind of wish I have such evidence. I do have some pictures of me in black clothes and a flannel shirt.

Katie said...

These are GOLD.