from the folder entitled Poetry About My Friends and Enemies

There is nothing--*nothing*--that can make you twitch like poetry you wrote when you were twelve years old.

Oh my *God*. This is just embarrassing. Of all the things to uncover.... THERE ARE ELEVEN OF THESE!

I wrote poetry about my *classmates*. I think I was going through some kind of blank verse period.

*twitches so hard*



Reproduced verbatim.

Lindy

A best friend
is never perfect
but in your
eyes, is the best.

I have a
best friend
Her name is
Lindy.

We play
and play
and play
and play.

And can anyone
tell me why
we shouldn't?

Is it because
we are 12, going
on thirteen?

I believe not.

So play games
do not be
frightened by
people who
would make
fun of you
because you do play.

They simply
have a great lack
of imagination.

Comments

[kernezelda]

Awwwww...

The only 'real life' poem I ever wrote was about almost kicking a boy in the crotch.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Better than my ode to Alex, where I'm comparing him to Ares God of War and the King of the Minoans.

Keep in mind I hadn't hit actual puberty or sexual awakening. I was *deathly earnest*.

[kernezelda]

I can see this, actually. You know, I still have the tiny clip of your stone-cow adventure, and it's easy to shrink you down to kid-size.

I should dig up my poem and post it to LJ today sometime.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

YES! YES YOU SHOULD!

[kernezelda]

I did. *g*

[callsigns.livejournal.com]

I wrote a really moving poem about Brad Pitt when I was thirteen. If I remember correctly, it contained the line: You are thirty-one. I am thirteen. It could work, couldn't it? Wait for me, Brad!

Yeeeeah.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*tongue in cheek*

He's on the market again, isn't he?

[aftertherain.livejournal.com]

OMG. Your ... YOUR ICON!!!!!
*dies laughing*

[seperis.livejournal.com]

bastian1967 made it. Isn't it *marvelous*?

*hugs icon*

[suzvoy.livejournal.com]

Awwwww!

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*so. embarrassing*

[eliade.livejournal.com]

I giggle, of course, but it's also very sweet. *kiss*

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*face in hands* It's--so scary. I went through a poetry phase. Surely this is one memory that could have stayed buried.

[chopchica.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! And you thought you didn't have the talent to go pro!

I've spent years trying to forget *my* first serious poem, which was about the Holocaust and rhymed. It was cleverly titled "Why Isn't There Peace?". I should've won an award on the spot.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*laughs* You so should have.

[logovo1.livejournal.com]

I think it's sweet :)

And I remember the preassure to *stop* playing at 12.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*nods bitterly* Oh yes. I remember.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

I think it's sweet.

And considering how much fun slashers have playing in their fandoms, the last two (paragraphs? stanzas? What's the poetry-type word? You'd have no idea I had to sit through a lecture on poetry only a month ago, huh?) bits are particularly appropriate.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I didnt think of that! Hee!

[svmadelyn.livejournal.com]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/svmadelyn/24864.html

*whistles and wanders off*

[ascetic-hedony.livejournal.com]

Poems at age 12 are one thing - I think my mother still has some. I'm REALLY glad that no one has seen poems I wrote at 16. They make me !writhe!
Oh the angst! Oh the grammar! Oh the nihilism! Oh the embarassment...

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*dies* God, yes. I *remember*.

But you should share with us! You should! *nodnodnod*