V01.
Chapter 5.
“A very long day.”
6: O.J.M.
V01.
Chapter 5.
“A very long day.”
I think that 15-year-old me may have thought that I had bars.
I don’t know what we called them back then lbvs but a lot of the “poetry” that I wrote back then was actually more akin to lyrics.
I would listen to songs and write my own versions of them, or just freestyle some lines that I felt.
I still do that these days…
It has resulted in some rather decent works lol.
Go read my modern poetry; some of it may rub you the right way.
Now back to 2004 lol.
Enjoy.
A poem I wrote: August 13th, 2004.
8 months into 15 years old.
The time is come
For me to rest.
The day is done
And I’ve done my best.
My work is done,
I’ve pulled my load.
The sun was hot, but
I lay upon
This rock-hard bed
With images of you running through my head.
I’m all worn out
My muscles ache.
I need some rest for goodness’ sake…
But these images of you
Do energize me
To skate a hill or climb a tree.
I try to block them out
No offense
But I need some sleep
I am way too tense.
It’s getting late
I really need sleep
It’s too quiet in here
You can hear the slightest peep…
The sun is rising; this is bad.
I’ve wasted all the time I had
On writing this stupid poem
I had plans for today
But now I’m staying home…
You still reside
Of my head
And
I guess you will until
I’m dead.
But now it’s time for me to sleep
Cause I don’t
I’ll surely weep.
Hey, you’re finally gone
But now I want you back…
Ugh, it’s 4:00 am…
I’m going to hit the sack…
Okay, I suppose that wasn’t so bad.
A bit campy, but I’ll give it a pass.
The next entry will be a Journal entry lol
I won’t continue to torture you all with that sap.
Or will I?
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I mean…I really don’t know or remember.
It’s been 20 flippin’ years.
So I suppose we will find out together, lbvs.
See you soon, folks.