Throwback Thursday Poetry – 7/17

It’s time again for another Throwback Thursday and I haven’t really done much posting since the last one, so I apologize for that.  Work is crazy busy (in a good way!), I decided to take an online class to get back in the swing of this school stuff and that just started as well….and there’s wedding planning in there too….so things have been a bit hectic.

Anyway, I’d like to go back, again, to 1998 and share two more poems from my angst-filled, teenage self…..enjoy!

“The Night the World Went Crazy”
There was a pounding in my head
A buzzing in my ear
A twitch in my leg
And a spinning in the air
I lie alone
in a dark room
swirling through my thoughts or
Perhaps I was sitting at my desk
the boy in the corner
fidgeting about
Customers coming and going
The time slips slowly by
Is it a dream within a dream
Or a life within a life
The pain in my head
seems like the construction outside
I lie alone
shifting, turning, tossing
On the night the world went crazy
Or was it only me?

“Pale Faces”
Privileged –
You were born that way
You know nothing else
You believe in America
The government you trust
The system will always protect you
In the eyes and laws of this nation
You will always rein supreme
When you sleep
You see the “American Dream”
America the beautiful –
That concept died on the boat
So many souls lost
Only the “right” ones survived
Where sheets are not only for sleeping
and guns more important than food
The blood and hate that built the cities
and flooded the banks
In the end,
will destroy you, too

Throw Back Thursday – Poetry Edition

It was January 1998 and I was a just-over-18 college freshman.  I was taking an amazing Beatnik poetry class that included reading & writing poetry, along with espresso and coffee with the class.  These may not be award-winning caliber and are filled with teen angst, but it was fun and I learned a lot.  So, enjoy!

Afternoon Walk
I walk through a world
in endless struggle
Where searching is
disliked, frowned upon, rejected
Where different is
judged by look and not action
Where friends are friends
and friends are enemies
Everyone has one face
probably two or three
Alone is where I find myself
and where I choose to be

By Our Own Design
We occur and then vanish
without a second look
The chains that surround us
are by our own design
We built the empire
that closes in around us
Our creation is now so strong
it cannot be destroyed
Our actions developed evil
these demons we must now accept
The structures that withhold us
are merely what’s inside