Yesterday I read through my old yearbooks from high school. I flipped through the pictures of the class of 2011 and did the gossiping and commenting (snide and cliche behavior but thoroughly entertaining!) I found elementary school class photos and was startled to see now-familiar faces. How strange it is that life stitches us together, bound at one moment and free the next.
Anyway, here's a dark poem that I wrote in 8th grade at the height of my My Chemical Romance obsession. The rhythm doesn't work that well, it's more meant for song lyrics I think:
Well I saw those smirks before you left,
leaving me gasping alone on the bed.
You smiled and listened but it was all just a lie
I lay on these gravestones as time passes by
reaching and straining to just carry on
and would you ever grieve after i'm gone
A shot to the heart by the silenced gun,
You did play your part while laughing in fun
cause you never did open your eyes in the dark
while blinded by light it was all just a part
that you played in the game, caught up in the ride
rushed far with the sane and left me to hide.
To burn down this past with one single torch,
these flames did not lat but myself, I was scorched.
Brutus you followed and served as a squire -
learned more of betrayal than Judas acquired.
You thought you could hatter this entity of mine,
like the moon tried to murder the sun for its shine.
Our rhythm will ENDLESSLY drive in your head,
the stifled heartbeats of vengeful dead.
SO COME ON AT ME, with fire and knives
Weapons that hurt us in our wasted lives
You think you can SCAR ME, go then, try!
I'm with my own army, beneath us they LIE.
Yeah, I'm not accountable for any grammar mistakes or random weird phrases (come at me bro). With the creepy font I used it's even worse.
I also received in the mail the letter I wrote myself in 8th grade (scary Ms. Cary had us write one, and my friends and I have been reminding each other constantly for the last for years of the letter we were supposed to forget about). I really was strange...but I blame the strange people that surrounded me :D
I feel like I should end with something profound, some aphorism-like statement, but I'm honestly too tired and have too many things to take care of for tomorrow. When summer laziness starts I may actually die of shock from having nothing to do. How do I handle something like that?
