Pretty much everyone cringes when they think back to high school. I bet we can all agree that we are so much happier with those years behind us. I decided to do a little reminiscing and look back on some old creative writing assignments I had. So here it is, my cringe worthy poetry and an explanation to why I wrote it. As a side note theses were all from senior year and I was just itching to graduate.
We gazed at the galaxies,
absent minded orbitals ever drifting
through the echo of lost biblical palaver.
With a growing haze
we were subsumed by our own callousness.
Forgetting to breathe on our own
we gave new meaning to "two become one."
With passing time and crimson tears in the fading light.
This tumorous vexation,
like a growing stone,
cannot unfetter our odious bond.
We are cantankerous fools,
forever fighting an endless fray.
The fermentation of your failure is palpable in the air.
A colored tornado,
marking the path of your destruction.
Your broiling insides redden with "maybes."
You spit out self expectations,
those you'll continue to never reach.
"Maybe, I could-" "Maybe it will-"
Maybe you should stop fishing for "likes."
Posting those "selfies" and claiming this so-called "swag"
If evolution was real, it would be taken back.
Welcome to the Stone Age,
intellects we lack.
I don't remember exactly the assignment for these two, but the words are in bold for a reason. So the first one is about two people falling for each other, falling so deep that they can't see beyond the other person. They become each other's worlds until eventually they are just one being. They lose sight of the bigger picture and eventually suffer the consequences later. I am a hopeless romantic, but even I know when a relationship moves on to just being unhealthy. The second one was just me being annoyed at the stupidity of my generation. What can I say? High school was a frustrating time.
I have nothing to say.
Not today or tomorrow, nor any day.
My juices feel low, the creativity won't flow.
I apologize.
I grow tired and weak.
Days gone in a blink.
I need to fly, leave or die.
I apologize.
Sadness sets in.
It says sink or swim.
I chose the latter, though it won't matter.
I apologize.
This one is when I was pretty much just done and ready to graduate and not look back. I could not think of anything to write so I just expressed my desire to leave.
Does la lune not shine, mon amour?
No, ma maîtresse.
Does le loup not cry for his amour perdu?
No, he suffers silencieusement.
And why is that so, mon amant?
He has shed his une larme dernière.
Have you shed your last tear?
Oui.
Am I not your love?
No, you are ma faiblesse.
You have broken mon coeur.
No, you must have a heart for it to break.
This one in 10/10 cringey. I think we had to dabble with another language. I was in French, so of course that is the one I chose. This one is about a man telling his mistress she is his weakness, yet she is a heartless women and he is done crying over her. Again, hopeless romantic, even if I make the characters break up in the end.
I must say, at the time I as proud of myself for these. I still am. A person will get nowhere unless they build upon existing skills. It is rough but one day it will be smooth sailing. So for all you struggling writers out there, you got this! If you feel like you are at the bottom like me, just remember there is nowhere to go but up.