So I was looking through my box of old stuff like I occasionally do when I want to see if I have anything worth revising and I found some old poetry from high school (I won’t comment on how long ago that’s been) and had a bit of a laugh at myself. Not all of it was terrible, but some of it was deliberately terrible, and some of it was pretty good. I’ve pulled three samples for your enjoyment. I leave it to your judgment to decide which is which.
Bananas are fruit
They taste like liquid sunshine
I hate bananas
I Love, Therefore I Enjoy Pain
I love him,
Yet my love he does not return.
Why? Why me? Because I have not told him.
But maybe it doesn’t matter,
For he might not care for me anyway
And so here I am, in pain, tired of it all
And to end my agony, I wish a rock
A lifetime, encased in snowy drifts
The feelings unshared, unspoken,
My pen speaks for my mouth.
Its words more eloquent
Than any I could utter.
But the pen without the
directing its path