Teen angst poetry
So yeah... I'm moving soon and have been going through my vast quantities of collected crap (like all good re-enactors, I am a packrat) and finaly decided to get rid of my old diaries from when I was a teenager. But not before I salvaged some of the choicer pieces of bad angst poetry I had scrawled while passing time I should probably have spent actually learning things.
This first piece was the prelude to a never-finished story about a peasant family with the 'wilful daughter who yearned for more' plot. And so of course she goes out after sunset when evil spirits snatch souls and possess those who are touching the dark, and if a possessed person returns to the family home... yeah. All standard cliche stuff.
Daimones
Stealing around the corners, of houses dark and still
Creeping over hedges, flooding open fields
Swallowing the starlight, covering the night
Leaving in the darkness all those is passes by
Hear the flutter, close the shutter
If all be quiet then still beware
Stay inside, dim the lights
Attend to your prayers and you’ll be spared
People- lock your doors! Let no-one in at night
Put your children up to bed, shut their windows tight
Stop the cracks, shut in the cows, heed no nightly summons
Be closed unto the world, for at midnight it comes
*****
This was written in a spiral pattern, starting on the outer edge and ending in the centre. It makes more sense that way for some reason.
The sun rises, the sky glows, the moon shines, the stars blush, the trees sway, flowers bloom, the deer run, streams rise, plants grow, animals are born, grow old and die, leaves fall, shoots wither, snow falls, ice melts, buds emerge, petals colour, bees buzz, the world changes and all the while I sit, lost in your eyes.
*****
These two are from a set of three I wrote when I was, surprise!, depressed. I was hospitalised and medicated a month or two after I wrote these. They also caused me to have a very awkward conversation with my maths teacher who read them over my shoulder as I graffiti'd the first draft onto a worksheet. She tried to hug me and all.
Why do they torment me so, why must pester me with their questions and ceaseless taunting? Are they sent here to punish me for a crime I do not recall, or are they my torturers by choice? Is it a game, a study, a personal vendetta? Is it man that outs these whispers in my head? Burn pretty flame burn swallow the paper lick the sky cover the ground kill them all burn Is it from some other place or my own daimone longings pounding in my skull? Do faeries haunt my shadowed life or is it some spirit within that commands me to burn run scream write burn burn burn
Blackness darkness nothingness emptiness, the void surrounds me
Filled only with sorrow, despair, and them
Words I didn’t think, suggestions I didn’t make
Feelings I desperately don’t want clutter my useless mind
End it, you know you want to, take away the misery
For you, for everyone, end it all now
*****
It's rather scary how much power these words still have over me, for all their clumsiness and melodrama. I feel rather exhausted now just from typing all that out.
This first piece was the prelude to a never-finished story about a peasant family with the 'wilful daughter who yearned for more' plot. And so of course she goes out after sunset when evil spirits snatch souls and possess those who are touching the dark, and if a possessed person returns to the family home... yeah. All standard cliche stuff.
Daimones
Stealing around the corners, of houses dark and still
Creeping over hedges, flooding open fields
Swallowing the starlight, covering the night
Leaving in the darkness all those is passes by
Hear the flutter, close the shutter
If all be quiet then still beware
Stay inside, dim the lights
Attend to your prayers and you’ll be spared
People- lock your doors! Let no-one in at night
Put your children up to bed, shut their windows tight
Stop the cracks, shut in the cows, heed no nightly summons
Be closed unto the world, for at midnight it comes
*****
This was written in a spiral pattern, starting on the outer edge and ending in the centre. It makes more sense that way for some reason.
The sun rises, the sky glows, the moon shines, the stars blush, the trees sway, flowers bloom, the deer run, streams rise, plants grow, animals are born, grow old and die, leaves fall, shoots wither, snow falls, ice melts, buds emerge, petals colour, bees buzz, the world changes and all the while I sit, lost in your eyes.
*****
These two are from a set of three I wrote when I was, surprise!, depressed. I was hospitalised and medicated a month or two after I wrote these. They also caused me to have a very awkward conversation with my maths teacher who read them over my shoulder as I graffiti'd the first draft onto a worksheet. She tried to hug me and all.
Why do they torment me so, why must pester me with their questions and ceaseless taunting? Are they sent here to punish me for a crime I do not recall, or are they my torturers by choice? Is it a game, a study, a personal vendetta? Is it man that outs these whispers in my head? Burn pretty flame burn swallow the paper lick the sky cover the ground kill them all burn Is it from some other place or my own daimone longings pounding in my skull? Do faeries haunt my shadowed life or is it some spirit within that commands me to burn run scream write burn burn burn
Blackness darkness nothingness emptiness, the void surrounds me
Filled only with sorrow, despair, and them
Words I didn’t think, suggestions I didn’t make
Feelings I desperately don’t want clutter my useless mind
End it, you know you want to, take away the misery
For you, for everyone, end it all now
*****
It's rather scary how much power these words still have over me, for all their clumsiness and melodrama. I feel rather exhausted now just from typing all that out.