I know I'm not the only one out there who wrote angst-ridden poetry long before they were old enough to realize that "angst" is really just another word used to describe the impotent rage a young person feels when their horomones ride them for the first few years of high school.
Having said that, I'm going to share a few of the poems I decided to write during my pathetic and overly whiny youth...
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-Flash-
Moments Between;
Liminal;
Marginal;
Minute;
the infinite no-time between thought and action;
-Crash-
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Poetry is Symmetry;
symmetry of life and mind.
I'm not the man I was,
nor is my life the same.
A bold revision;
a new direction.
It's time to grow;
apart from youth.
The future -
holds the key.
Dark, Light.
Frowns, smiles.
Before.
After.
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I breathe in this cold sadness;
inflate my lungs with some half remembered dream;
exhale the hope that died inside my chest.
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I'm still waiting on that sun-lit shore for you;
pacing back and forth on a dream, staring across an ocean of obstacles;
straining for a glimpse of someday.
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