It's Inspired to Write Bad Teenage Poetry Monday MKF 10/28

[theatremouse]

Hallo all. It's juuuuuust midnight, and I'm supposedly writing lots of papers that are due tomorow, but instead I'm pondering a pretty girl, and the thoughts in my head are of te quite pathetic borderline idiotic bad teenage poetry style sort of thoughts. I'm even in that write bad poetry sort of mood. god knows it's more interesting than writing papers.
Sooooooo anyway, question of the day, um, something more coherent, but to the effect of if you've got someone special and lovely, or if ya don't, did they ever, or has someone, inspired you to acts of bad teenage lovey dovey poetry? or something on that same level? and if so, bless us with your sappy story or something related. And uh, what's your fave WT moment that you knnnnnoooow some bad teenage poetry (all of this heartfelt might i add. all ubersincere stuff, just that you know will make you laugh at yourself later) couldve resulted from, and/or do ya think they wrote love poems about each other ever? Will or Tara more likely to have done so?
and now i'll scurry off before the chants of "mouse is to scatterbrained and nonsensical and babbley in english to effective start threads" begin.
which means, i apologize.
peace out.

[LiangFeng]

My livejournal is TOTALLY bad teenage angst. It should be rated NC-17 for patheticness and whininess. And R for violence and insanity. I am such as loser...I can see why I can't get a girl.

[Bookcat]

Ah, angst is my new best friend. I sorta like to pretend my angsty poetry is decent, though (I did get something published in that bizarre anthology thingy)... yeah, so... not getting a girl. I think the girl I like used to like me and has gone off me because I didn't make a move. Very, very upsetting.

[Tara22]

hmm.... angsty poetry? well, I haven't written so much of the angsty teenage variety, although, this one time (at band camp (ok, yes! way lame! just consider the source )) there was this poetry competition and I sat down with my sis and wrote this poem about depression and other wonderful teeny-type poem things... strangly enough it won! (yes, it freaked me out too!) along with some other ones I wrote quickly and submitted, all the winners were published in this book, I felt so cheap cause I wrote em as fun but *shrugs* yeah.... um... I have also written teeny poems of the lovey dovey variety, about love and relationships, and other such stuff. not really inspired by a relationship of my own , (pft! what relationship?) but anyway, it was written more based on observing other relationships... so yeah... I just wrote them... they actually aren't to bad, but can DEFANITLY be classified as teenish.

[KISMIC]

Well, I have written bad teen-angsty poetry, key word BAD! Not lately, it finally sunk in that when depressed writing poetry just makes it worse Also after recieving 'b' after 'c' after 'b' for my poems in english...you kind of get the hint

Yeah I could really see Tara and Willow writing little love poems to one another and leaving them around stuck on the mirror, attached to pillows, etc for the other to find. *Sigh* Tara would probably write more poems, and make them more in-depth, possibly reading them to Willow, but Willow would probably be the one who wrote short and sweet poems and went to ALOT of trouble to put them in new and different places!

Had a wonderful day today, muck up day, the final day for the year twelves and I'm now officially the 'senior of the school' - back seat of the bus and all. Tonnes of hugs and "I'm so scared's", but still great feelings all around.
Happy Monday to everyone, enjoy the week!

Tara22, surprised that you won the poetry comp? Pfft, c'mon we've all seen your poetry thread over on the Pens board

*~Kristy~*

[Tara22]

you are too nice Kristy!!!

oooh... I totally forgot to mention Will and Tara! but I aggree, I could soo see them leaving love poems and notes *grins*

Kristy, you're the senior? congrats!
I just graduated... *whimper*

edited to add about Kristy next post (no I am not a phsycic!):
lol! and *shudder* oh no! you can't put the future in my hands!!!

[KISMIC]

Does anyone else want someone who would leave notes around for you?!? Or is it just me Maybe I should name this 'I'm a helpless romantic Monday, Miss Kitty Fantastico' for myself!

So is anyone brave enough to post one of their really BAD teen-angst poems?....Heh, didn't think so!

Tara22, yes I am too nice, but eh. I'm also self-involved and selfish, lol. Congrats to you too for being a graduate, dear God the future is in YOUR hands *g*.

[kyraroc]

"So is anyone brave enough to post one of their really BAD teen-angst poems?"

Eh, I'll bite. You have been warned.


THE SOUND OF MUSIC

Heroin, depakote, speed or prolixin
Many afflictions or any addiction
Alcohol, percoset, meth and cocaine
These are some methods for numbing my brain

Therapy, ECT, Ecstasy, candy,
Jesus or Buddha or Allah or Gandhi,
Some may be healthy but most are insane
All of them methods for numbing my brain

When the shoe drops
When the mood swings
When I'm feeling glum
It's hard to refrain
From just numbing my brain
So that I can feel
More numb

Cigarettes, exercise, sex with a stranger
Chat rooms or petting a kitten or danger
Eating, not eating, and pleasure and pain
All are good methods to deaden the brain

Anger, denial, both laughing and crying
Sleeping and screaming and writing and dying
Wandering aimlessly out in the rain
Any distraction can deaden the brain

When my mind hurts
When my life bites
When I'm feeling small
Instead of complaining
I deaden my brain
And then I don't feel
At all

[Spice Faerie]

Oh my heck, Kyraroc! That was great! I haven't laughed that hard in a while. You do realized, though that now I'll have that tune stuck in my head for weeks.

As for Willow and Tara I could TOTALLY see them writing poetry for one another. Most definately. I think Tara would be very shy about it, though. She's keep a journal and write in there and then one day it would be left open by accident and Willow would see it and be like, "What's this?" and Tara would get all blushed and embarrassed and be like, "It's yours. I wrote it for you." It would be a very cute moment. Willow, however, I could see her writing something for Tara and wanting to scream it from the rooftops.


Spice

[relativegirl]

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Does anyone else want someone who would leave notes around for you?!? Or is it just me Maybe I should name this 'I'm a helpless romantic Monday, Miss Kitty Fantastico' for myself!

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Or perhaps someone who would share her poems with me? Cuz, um, yeah. *sigh* That would be something rather incredible.

I'm afraid my poetry skills never advanced beyond:

Enid and [insert name here] sitting in a tree
K * I * S * S * I * N * G
First comes love, then comes marriage
Then comes Enid pushing a baby carriage.

Rather pitiful when you're 7. Disturbingly so when you're in your 30s. But hey, what can I say?

I'm simple.

[sparrow]

Sorry just have to shout this somewhere...
WOO FRICKEN HOO
ANGELS WIN THE SERIES!!!
:clap:bounce:clap:bounce:clap:bounce:clap:bounce

[sputniksat]

Ah, this is taking me back..... there was a time when I thought I had found everything I wanted in this girl and I remember desperately trying to write sonnets, of all the impossible things... Well, needless to say after a couple of days of trying to fit my emotions into iambic pentameter I gave up... and eventually the whole thing deteriorated and I went back to depressive bad non-rhyming poetry. I liked the temporary sonnet feeling though, and it sure made me appreciate Shakespeare all the more....

[Mrs Vertigo]

kyraroc, that was so cute! I actually kindda found myself humming it out, with it being all rythmic and all. Go you!

As for my own writing of bad, angsty teen poetry... oh boy. Guilty as charged. There was about a whole year where my creative output summed up to the posting by the tons of lousy gloomy rhyming on the Alanis Morissette message board (may it rest in peace), and the occasional, err, girl-centric stories nobody over there seemed to care much for. Ah, the nostalgia... And good god did I suck at it, too. I was beyond pathetic and well into the realm of those who deserve to have their computer crash in a Hollywood-like explosion that also causes their drawer of secret stuff to catch on fire. At a point I was so into that stuff that I had a whole giant folder of my favorite poems by various gloomy, miserable corny teens other than myself. I felt I understood their pain, you see.

Bad. Very bad. But hey, Im 16 now, and obediently following the rules of teenage existence, which means shaking off any assumed connection between myself and bad whimpery earlier teenage angst. Bad poetry? Me? Naaahhh! That was ages ago! I dont even remember it. *cough*

And on another note, I could totally see Tara gathering a fine list of words for redhead . Or yknow, wondering around asking people what rhymes with incognito and anosmatic.

Tara-poetry humm. That should be well, weird.

p.s Post my own? Trust me when I say my big flashy "No!" answer is for your own good.

[Tulipp]

Here's some retrospective teen angst poetry, written by me at the age of 31 (in other words, about two minutes ago):

When I was a teen
I lived too clean

If I could go back
I'd get on the back

Of NL's motorbike
And become a baby dyke

But I was naive
And couldn't yet conceive

Of that. I'm just left with my journal
Which shows I wasn't very nocturnal.

[Kieli]

I would not even inflict my bad teenage poetry (hell even hellaciously horrific twentysomething poetry! ) on you all. It's so bad that every time I look back in my old journals, I shudder uncontrollably. It was that bad.

[tommo]

Ah yes, poetry. I've been known to write poetry from time to time, but I'm afraid I've had some bad girlfriend poetry experiences, so I kind of thought the two were like, unmixy things. However, I'm often inspired to write poetry about what I'm feeling. I just never show anyone, heh. I guess that's the true meaning of writing for nobody but yourself.

I'm quite precious when it comes to my poetry I suppose. I don't know, perhaps that's because it's so very clear and true. Using less words often means you use more emotion and in the past, I've often felt like I was baring myself entirely too much by allowing the object of my affections to read what I've written.

However, lately I've felt a poetry burst coming on, so who knows? Heh. Maybe I will be leaving poetry all over the show so someone will find it.

[La]

Back in high school, we had an assignment to write sonnets and after that assignment i thought the sonnet was the best form ever! I wrote some really bad, weird sonnets. I think I wrote one about vampires - this was before buffy started, but i had a vampire obsession, read a lot of anne rice books ... If I had any around, I'd post one, but I think that if they still exist, they're somewhere in my parents' basement. I wrote a cheesy poem once for a 6-month anniversary in high school too. I hope my ex has thrown that away by now.

I think the idea that Willow and Tara would write poems and put them in different places for each other to find is really cute!!

[unionjill30]

I'm not going to subject anyone to my horrid poetry skills. I'm made the pitiful stabs at poetry, but it always turns out overly dramatic and horribly written. When I was in high school my senior level english class studied and wrote poetry the second half of the year. Fortunate for me, I dropped out of the class at the end of first semester. Luckier for the world, no one will ever see any of my work.

[Tara22]

Tulip

wow! that was just great!! let me know if you're gonna get em published!!!

[Maj]

I've been there, and you can find all mine poems on my webpage (www.users.bigpond.com/claude_andre/)

Some samples are:

Neither but [/u]
If light is good,
And dark is evil.
Then this gray I exist in,
Must be neither but both.

If a smile is happiness,
And a frown is sadness.
Then this face I wear,
Must be neither but both.

If to laugh is joyous,
And to cry is sorrow.
Then this feeling I have,
Must be neither but both.

If birth is the beginning,
And death is the end.
Then this life I am living,
Must be neither but both.

If I could choose, I would
Choose to be good.
Choose to be happy.
Choose to be joyful.
Choose to be dead.

Shane J Andre
07/07/98

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Winters Night
Alone in the dark,
Thoughts spiraling out of control.
Looking forever for a spark,
Time will take its toll.

The cold set in,
At least it's a change.
To want is a sin,
Always out of range.

Will this be endless,
Can there be an end.
The answers are meaningless,
And always around the bend.

Not such a bad place,
No one to please or share.
One thing its got is space,
Another is no care.

Time is measured in pain,
Or maybe the lack of light,
Or the endless driving rain.
But this is my winters night.

Shane J Andre
07/07/98

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The Truth
Existence is a sickness
That we carry all our life
You can cure it if you wanted to
With poison, a gun or a knife

Emotion is a burden
Which we take everywhere we go
It hinders and never helps us
Why do we let our feeling show

Love is a cancer
That grows in our heart
Those of us who are immune
We long to take part

Sight is a curse
Things we have to see
To witness and to wonder
Will that ever be me

Trust is a deception
Thrown away on a whim
Like garbage on the street
Why go out on a limb

Caring is a weakness
Why do we help another
When we live like we do
So tell me, why do we bother

Hope is a dream
Never to come true
It may keep us going
Or it may kill you

Shane J Andre
16/02/99

And then I went onto my Vampire poetry, which is a whole different thread.

[Mrs Vertigo]

Ok, did anyone ever try to write a tune for one of their poems?

Add the fact that I can't sing to that that I can't play more than five chords, have no musical hearing and only a piss-poor excuse for a sense for rythem... but hey, at least I was enthusiastic about it!

[Tara22]

I write songs but not note wise, cause I am sorta clueless in the note department, I just get the tune and my brother (who knows his notes) helps me out.

Not to mention, one of my friends is a bloody music mastermind!! I mean it! Give him any tune and he can play it on like five different instruments!

so that makes it kinda easier

[Tara22]

hmmm... since everyone else is sharing theirs I figured I should share a couple of mine....

Feel free to laugh!!

(ok, I suck at names so this is nameless)

The sun is slowly rising
Its another day
She gets out of bed
Ready to approach it in the usual way

To all she seems perfect
Thats all shell ever be
But, oh there is so much more to that girl
That they will never see

She walks through life smiling
Full of laughter and cheer
All of the guys want her
All of the girls wish they could be her

They say shell be an actress
Admirers galore
But if they ever really new her
Theyd know that what she wanted was so much more

She feels like a fake
Like shes living a lie
Is this really what I am? She asks
That pretty girl starts to cry

What an odd sight
You might say
She has no right
To cry like that

For so many would give their right hand
to do the things she can do
But you cant forget that
Shes got feelings too

Cause image isnt everything
And looks dont make your life
Its the thoughts you have that should count
The things you do that should make a mark

Theres so much she wishes she could say, make them see whats true
But she just gets up
And walks out that door
Ready to start another day and do all those things shes expected to do

(this one too! notice the extreme lack of name)

You can never know how I feel
I could never say
I know Ill watch the days go by
Watch you go on your way

And soon you will be leaving
Each of us going our own ways
Youll never hear those sacred words
Those things I cannot say

Cause I know you do not love me
And I know you do not see
The way I feel , and how I long
To have you smiling back at me

And even for a moment
I sometimes like to pretend
That , that smile means something more
That you see me as a friend

But, Im sure it happens every day
To people just like me
And I know they get on with there lives
But how can I?
Knowing I could never have had you
Knowing that you would never have loved me too.

so there you have it! aren't I just the poet!

[Grimaldi]

i've never written any type of poetry, but back in high school i used to write short stories just to pass the time. they usually involved something along the lines of epic space battles, monsters or futuristic bounty hunters or cops.

i think that Willow and Tara would write love poems to each other and leave them in places where the other would find them.

and i am extremely happy (but hungover) that the Angels won last night and are World Champs

[AmberEyedDragon]

Wow, queen of angst poetry, that would be me, heavy with the side of sappyness. But I guess I'll jump..((to my death?)) at this chance to torture some with a little of my poetry. Lets embarass my girlfriend ((she posts up here)) and post one I wrote about her:

Ive never realized how beautiful the sunset is around here. Driving down the road towards home, headed west, the sun shines across these open feilds, and my breath catches. It warms my face and my arms. It guides me home. It is moments like these when I can let everything go inside. I let every hurt, every pain, every insecurity flow out of me, like molasses warmed by the very sun beating down on my skin.

I can never be sure of what each day will bring me. The harmful words of those around me, digging deeper than they realize. Experience is part of living. Pain and joy, bittersweet sorrow and happyness come hand in hand with life. And I can never guess which will flood me next. Maybe all.

My body is a melting pot of emotion. Everything swirling around inside of me. Love, sadness, joy, lonliness, excitement and remorse. A turbulent mix of feeling, and even that I cant count on. Sometimes I feel my body taken over by sweet love, flooding through me like a golden river, warming me to the core. And sometimes I feel a cold depression, settling on my skin and sinking into my bones, chilling them.

But emotions are as unstable as people. I cant count on anyone to be the same from day to day. I can never be sure what will happen around me from one moment to the next. I can not rely on anyone for what is dearest to me, nor can I rely on myself. I am never sure of who I confide in, or who could satisfy the curiosity in me.

But, as I blink and pull into my driveway, I realize what I am sure of. My love for you, and the beauty of the sunset on these open feilds.

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*gags* Try not to beat me too hard for this poem...((I might like it ^_~)) Who says poems have to rhyme or have an discernable rythm...
..or that I'm supposed to be able to spell for that matter...

[Kalita]

Alas, I have no poetry to share. I did have a bit of freeform verse that I wrote back in college, but I lost it in a hard drive crash and I guess we'll all have to live without it.

If nobody minds, I can share an anecdote from today...

So I'm in the bookstore, generally perusing over in the general Fantasy/SciFi area, when a statement from behind me grabs my attention.

"Oh, Christopher Golden is EVIL!"

That stops me, as I'd heard quite the opposite. Glancing around, I (surely enough) see two girls in the teen section (where the Buffy stuff is). I continue to eavesdrop as the speaker's friend asks her to explain why.

"Oh, he just HATES Spike! He, like, mutilates him in every single story. Literally."

Odd. I have no problem whatsoever with that premise. Well, to each their own.


Have a good Monday, folks!

[skippalicious]

ohhhhh. i cried the first time i read my smooshy bear's poem, and i cry again. she's so talented. everyone should tell her how talented she is. she is the best poet in the whole world. i love you baby.