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I suddenly remembered these old poems again while I was listening to Beethoven piano sonatas, hit pause and started rummaging through my desk, FINALLY finding them, or some of them. I only remembered one of them. It was one that my teacher got published for me. Rereading it made me smirk. I was 13!
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Is there an official Spoutible poetry hashtag? Or does #Spoutories double as that? I haven't written a poem in decades but it might be fun. In junior high my English teacher at the time forced me to & shockingly got a couple of them published! I wonder if I still have them in my desk?
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I'll post it in the next few spouts. It will probably take 8-10 spouts. It was longer than I recalled. Keep in mind I was only 13-ish! Precocious and pretentious to the max! Also the silly title I gave it was rejected and not published. Was it because it was pretentious? Or some other reason? IDK.
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#Poetry

AN ADOLESCENT'S NIGHTMARE

[this title was ignored and this poem was published UNTITLED]
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I lay myself here,
Dazed and doleful,
Awaiting the occurrence
Of a precious day.
Like rigor mortis,
Boredom sets in,
Leaving me paralyzed
Without a corporeal love.
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Gray like sadness
Gray like hair
The gray in every moment's stare
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I have wept a million tears--
More than a willow has--
And have savored the beauty
That lies in the heart
Of dolor.
I have witnessed many a woe--
More than Oedipus had--
And have flavored the spices
That despise warmth
In the air.
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My gray is my sadness
Onerous in the air
Hidden away in every laughing stare
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Alive am I,
But dead I feel.
I feel as if
My limbs have been torn from my trunk,
And I feel as if
My thoughts have all sunk
Into oblivion.
Am I
As content as I can be?
Am I
As loved as I wish to be?
Oh, how hard it is
To know I'm free
When this,
My life,
Is drunk.
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Gray pictures
Of bleak pastures
Feed my arcane sadness
While bleeding heads
In bright orange sheds
Starve my inane madness.
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I am a victim
Of lost hope
And I am a selfish fool.

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Now that I think about it, this may have been published abridged too! Damn those censors!
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