“spirtually and passionately alive”
I ran across some poems I wrote way back in high school… seems so long ago now. Anyway, I just wanted to throw them on the blog… more for myself… so I would have them in everlasting electronic format. They surprise me… the things with which I was in tune. I had a bit of a rough time of it during the early years in high school… but I don’t remember being anywhere near the place from which these poems seem to be written. I do remember that sophomore english was full of dark literature though… The Catcher in the Rye, an alarming story called Equus about a boy and his unnatural ecstasy from a horse , Of Mice and Men, The Death of a Salesman, Great Expectations. I remember liking none of these books… and it seems, from the poems at least, that they darkened my heart. I’m pretty certain I wrote these poems within that time frame. Interesting to reflect back upon… perhaps high schools should have a stricter curriculum in the manner in which they present these examples of literature. I.E… perhaps they should be more wary of clustering them. The good news is, right now, I’m at a joyously opposite place than these poems seem to be coming from… more on that later! And be sure to read the post on Austin below! It’s a much more uplifting read!
Season of Existence
Gold hues
suffocating
green life
only
to turn
nothing
shivering
into dismembered dust
to saturated
soil;
desperation
to cling
relents;
numb emptiness
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silence penetrating…
the path faded in and out of existence as if it couldn’t make up its mind on whether or not to exist…
raw skin…
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Silence penetrating my thoughts
Going numb with vacant dreams
I fall into the grasp of clouded reason
Insanity follows this abrupt awakening
What I thought was peaceful solitude
Mutates into decaying isolation
Lost and spinning
In a realm of black void
I can’t get out
Someone get me out
I falter as the path I chose
fades in and out, in and out
My soul is bearing
Raw flesh is tearing
And a superficial impostor
Steals my crumbling identity
Lost and spinning
In a realm of black void
I can’t get out
Someone get me out
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So light up a candle. Put it into the sea.
— , Sandbank
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Wow..it is sad that during a time when teens are already questioning and doubting themselves and everything in life, these books would be thrust upon them to study and pick apart…what a shame! There are so many GOOD pieces of literature to study that bring life and truth and a solid foundation to stand on!
As the apostle Paul said, Whatever is true, noble, excellent, praiseworthy…think on THESE things!
It was so great to see you at Katy’s and get to talk! Love Aunt E
Good reference with Paul! I really enjoyed our visit too! I’ve been praying for you…