When I was a teenager, I didn’t just go through a dirty poetry phase, I also went through a standard poetry phase. Though this one lasted a bit longer, since it seems I was writing bad poetry up until my early 20s.
The reason I know this is because when I went through some old stuff at my parents last year I came across my poetry book. This, of course, is an A4 book filled with all my best poetry written out nicely. It even has a print out of a Dylan Thomas poem on the front. Because I have like… intellect.
I guess it was a way of expressing myself during the tumultuous teenage years, privately of course, because most of these I never shared. Most of it is amusing, much of it brings back bittersweet memories of a time I’d almost forgotten, and then there’s that tiny percentage that actually carry something more intense. Because every now and again, reading certain parts would expose a surge of leftover pain that still actually stings, in a distant far off kind of way that is the past.
So what better thing to do with this tragic writing I discovered than share some excerpts so you can enjoy the main themes of my teenage life:
The ‘My life sucks and no one understands me’
I am all alone
Is there anybody out there?
Is anybody listening?
Does anyone care?
The ‘I loved him but he broke my heart’
And what you left is smouldering
It’s tearing me apart
And every word you say to me
Is slowly breaking my heart
The ‘Secret love’
I’d love to do so many things
That I can’t seem to do
So I’ll keep my love hidden away
The love I have for you
The ‘I’m in love and I’m so happy’
And what you said was sweet and sincere
And what you said was true
And I’m so glad that I have got
A Romeo like you
The ‘Just bad’
I know it’s only been a few days
But my heart already feels the pain
And if I don’t see you soon
I feel I’ll go insane
The ‘I’m over it’
And for a while I was unhappy
And for a while I was blue
And then I realised how good life was
When I didn’t have to share it with you
The ‘ode to a good friend’
Until the last words are spoken
Until the world dies and ends
I promise that’s how long
That I’ll be your friend
The ‘ode to a I’m a bad friend’
I do love you so much
But sometimes I just wish
Please don’t ever read this poem
You’ll think I’m such a bitch
Hope you all enjoyed reading these disastrous blasts from my past!
an aussie in austria 