High School Poetry

Prepare yourself to enter into a world of complete and utter crap. Now, don't get me wrong, if some of these things are considered good or powerful, I won't doubt that. A lot of very powerful emotions were stuffed into these pieces, but they simply lacked any real guiding focus since I was basically a giant lump of hate and sad. Nothing in the world was good when I was in that period, and those of you who have gone through high school should know exactly what that means. Especially in retrospect.

Paths

So many people...on so many paths...leading to nothing...going nowhere...

Sunglasses

Blank stares
through shining black lenses
into black souls...
Gazes lost...
on the
Face of Love!
Masks of Insecurity

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The poem has...
No End...

Just a personal note on that untitled poem...it ended. :-) Now...if there was more meaning behind that, only I know for certain.

The Watchers

The Watchers are amused by what they are shown; but, if they see all there is to see,
They'd stop laughing!
For the Watchers don't watch, and they aren't the Watchers
They are the Followers...
they are simply led.
So follow along,
Thinking you're in control
when you're just
under control.

Another little note: I drew a really horrible picture of a single human eye (with a really hairy eyebrow), and a big dripping tear.

Pointless Paths

Note: This poem is dated 6/18/96.

People...
...wandering...
no reason...
just a thought.
About how life is?
Or how is could be...
Can't you find the Way?
Try some other day...
it won't get any easier.
If you try...
you'll fail!
Too bad, huh?
If you don't try...
you'll suffer...
Deal with it!
Fall in love...
Ha!
Fell our pain...
Souls fed on suffering.
Idiots!
Dumb-shits!
Try to swim...
but they just sink faster!
To the bottom in the
Dark!
Try to live...
but only die...
Can't you even run?
No!
So you try to fly!
Surprise!
You fell!
You're dead!
That was pointless!

Slip Away

Don't you hear that ticking?
It's what little time you've left...
slipping away.
Forever.
Do you feel that softness beneath your boot?
That's the Earth...
degenerating into dust.
Did you hear that screaming?
'Twas your soul...
crying out for
release.

Note: I actually have a micro-cassette recording of me reading this poem all "eerily" somewhere. It sounds even worse than it reads.

The Ultimate Meaning of Life

a rotting corpse feeding a non-sentient being.

Throne of Shadows

I am the Eyes of the Night.
I am the Voice in the Dark.
I sit on the Throne in the Shadows.
I trick you into my Deeds.
I hold you under my Spells.

Whispers in your thoughts, screaming in your dreams, treachery in your bed.
Self-sacrifice.
Fell from your horse, and into the Pits,
of burning embers,
set into your skin.

Lisa of Glory

Note: This poem was originally titled Jenny of Glory, but I was writing it in class, and some of Ms. Solari's friends were sitting nearby, so I named it something more generic (after Jenny's friend Lisa, who was also very yummy) in hopes no one would notice. Isn't it sad that I still know that?

The embodiment of elegance,the Spirit of Beauty, eyes of the Deepest Soul...
With the Grace of a Feline, she flows across my vision, never knowing that I view her, with subtle ambitions.
To hold, kiss, caress...that
Goddess of Light
would be a spectacular gift from the Lord; her personal Creator.
How I long for her touch, how I yearn for her kiss.
All of these things...

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