Behind the cut are a bunch of poems I wrote in high school, in the mid to late 80s. That they were written in high school should be clear from reading them. :) Oh, and I initially typed them in on an old VT100 in all caps, don't feel like de-caps-ing 'em.
That last one I read as part of my Forensics competition Senior year (got a Silver at State).
Stars (Senior Year)
SWIRLING GASES, BURNING WITH LIGHT
TWINKLING UP IN THE SKY EVERY NIGHT,
ABOVE THE WORLD'S TOP
RARELY EVER STOP
SHINING FORTH, SO COLD YET SO BRIGHT.
Prison (Sophomore Year)
I LIVE IN A PRISON OF THE MIND,
I TRY TO ESCAPE AND FAIL.
THE WARDEN IS ANYTHING BUT KIND,
I AM THE WARDEN OF MY JAIL.
Soul Picture (Senior Year)
I GAZE ON THE PICTURE OF
A SOUL
ITS SIMPLICITY SHOWS A CHILDLIKE INNOCENCE.
NO COLOR, WHITE AND PURE
AS THE PROVERBIAL DRIVEN SNOW,
OR A BLANK SHEET OF PAPER
NO INTRICACIES.
THOUGH HAPPY AND PURE,
IT IS BARREN.
THE CURVEDLINE SMILE AND STICK BODY
ARE LIKE SUPERFICIAL
EMOTIONS
YOU CAN TELL WHAT IT SHOULD BE
BUT IT HAS NO
DEPTH.
EMPTY.
SHALLOW.
HAPPY.
Two Faces (Senior Year as "Two Sides," revised)
I CREATE, I DESTROY I LIVE, I DIE.
I AM HONORABLE AND TRUTHFUL, DECEITFUL AND SLY.
BUILDING UP, BRINGING WEAL...ENDING STRIFE, THUS I HEAL.
BREAKING DOWN ALL TO DUST...ENDLESS STRIFE AND KILLING LUST.
I AM MAN AND I AM WOMAN,
I AM CHILD AND I AM ELDER.
BORN EVERY DAY TO DIE A MILLION TIMES,
I AM A PARADOX
I AM HUMANITY.
Rebuttal of a Madman (Junior Year)
THE REALITY OF FANTASY,
THE FALLACY OF TRUTH.
THE FOOLISHNESS OF ELDERLY,
THE SAGE WISDOM OF YOUTH.
WHAT IS ACTUAL?
THAT WHICH IS FACTUAL?
NOT SO!!
THE NECESSITY OF FALLACY IS PLAIN TO SEE,
FOR WHAT IS FACT TO YOU MAY JUST BE ACT TO ME.
HOW DO WE KNOW THE WORLD IS LOGICAL?
IT ISN'T...BUT LOGIC'S JUST A WORD AFTER ALL....
That last one I read as part of my Forensics competition Senior year (got a Silver at State).