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:)
