What to do when you forget your book?
Around the room I look and look.
Fashion horrors all around
Band-aids on fingers are abound.

News 12 on the big screen
Local commercials loud they scream.
Sitting next to guy playing with his beard
He has these odd glasses on, very weird.

My appointment was ten minutes ago
And still I sit and wait
It drives me crazy when they make me late.

That’s all for now
Hoping they will call my name soon
Any day now I will be out of here
When? Well, that just isn’t clear.

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I recently found a folder with a bunch of poems that I wrote while I was taking a Writing: Fiction and Poetry class at Ward Melville High School.  I was in 11th grade, 14 years ago.  My teacher was Mr. Biggers.  Here are 3 for your reading enjoyment.

Here is the first one.  The assignment was write an eight-line, two stanza poem using the first line: “I wander lonely as a fly.”

5/17/95

I wander lonely as a fly,

watching all my friends fly by.

I’m so lonely, I think I’ll cry

My biggest fear, a swatter – I don’t want to die!

I see trees and grass and oh my-

the biggest swatter – I’m gonna die!

Maybe I’ll get away, I’ll sure try.

The troubles of a lonely fly.

Not bad. This next one is weird.  There is no assignment attached, so I don’t know if I was supposed to talk about Hydrochloric Acid?

5/17/95

Nothing was the same now that it was different.

Up is like down when you are standing on your head.

If I should wake before I die, I’ll go back to sleep.

Puffy clouds in your wine are the result of too many drinks.

Canceled checks in the abandoned boat seemed…wet.

The solution was hydrochloric acid; the problem was therefore, eating me up.

Love is to open sky as loathing is to hell.

“No, no, a thousand times no,” he said, counting his fingers.

I have no words. I seriously would like some of whatever I was smoking when I wrote that. And that brings me to the last poem:

Sonnet

5/24/95

You may not know it, but I still watch you

I follow you – see every move you make

I watch you with her

It used to be me in your arms

You were my life

You made me feel beautiful

Now I feel used

I love you, I hate you

I’m not sure how I feel about anything

Not since you’ve changed

You’re not the person you were

Now there is no purpose in your life

I miss you, the old you – I loved you

But now, I really hate you.

I think I might have been a stalker when I was 16.  This is a little scary LOL. I don’t remember writing any of these either.  Reading them now, I wonder how all of them got an A?  Maybe the teacher was just being nice? Thanks Mr. Biggers:)