All these pieces of poetry were written by yours truly, almost two years ago when I was a senior in high school. I haven't read these in a while, so let's just take a ride down memory lane together as I comment on some of these pieces work.

1. Through the Ages

At 4,
I was a cute little kid, full of imagination and giggles.

At 14,
I was just in the beginning of that "awkward teenager phase."

At 18,
I will probably be stressed out from the college life of maturity and responsibility.

(Boy was I right about my lifestyle when I was 17. The last line is still applicable to me, even now.)

2. Memories of Being Young

In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down.
My friend and I running into different rooms,
on the different levels of the house.

Giggling, smiling, having a blast,
we are balls of energy.
Imagining far off places,
castles and magic,
not everything is what it seems.

All is fun, until the doorbell rings.
That's our cue to run and hide,
for us the fun shall never die.
Into the guest room, we run inside;
Crawling under the bed, we hide.

We squeeze our small bodies,
trying to fit under the bed.
Making sure to not show our feet
nor a head.
We suppress our loud laughter,
as we hear the door open.
Hoping we are never to be found.

(Ah, what it was like to be young and free. My worries were much more simple like hiding with my friend so they couldn't go home when they're parents came to pick them up.)

3. My Love For You Consumes Me

(Inspired by Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton)

The sun has gone,

I sit there alone now,

In my room contemplating what is to be.

To love or not to love,

What would my life be like without it?

You consume my thoughts.

Unintentionally, everything reminds me of you.

Taking over my life slowly,

I need to let you go.

Someday soon, I'll let you know,

The feelings locked away in my heart.

But for now they're my little secret.

Eventually parting ways,

I should just let you go.

But I want all of you, forever.

It's just too hard.

These feelings slowly eating at my soul.

I must shut them out.

Adieu, to this love.

Maybe I'll see you another day.

(BOY OH BOY, do this sound real angsty. But this song was inspired but a song that sort of gave me a Frank Sinatra vibe and inspiration. This poem was also inspired by a long-time crush I had and how I thought I should deal with it.)

Even though these are only three of my many blog posts from my blog made for the Creative Writing class I took my senior year of high school, I feel that as a person and as a writer I have grown. It's nice to take a look at old memories and works, reflecting on what kind of person you were and who you have become since then.