Discoveries and Memories
My room is still looks like a bomb has hit it...there are books, CDs, DVDs and random bits and pieces that as of yet don't have a home. To remedy the situation, I have been sorting out the top of my wardrobe and throwing away most of my A-Level work (apart from good essays and a few memoirs). In the process I have unearthed various treasures, including the only Maths test I ever received an A in...I feel that it should be framed, I am so proud of it! My Maths teacher, Mr North, loved to put cute pictures of mice on work that he deemed as excellent. And on this test I have my one and only mouse!
I also discovered the perfectly pressed rose that my first serious boyfriend ever gave me when I was 17. I am so ecstatic, I thought I had lost it forever. It was wedged between my two Chemistry folders! It was also the first flower that had ever been given to me by a guy. I have now wrapped it in kitchen roll and put it in-between the pages of one my my Psychology tomes, and hopefully I won't forget where it is this time.
I discovered found my poetry books that I wrote when I was 15. Looking back, it is hard to get back into that deeply depressing teenage state of mind I found myself in. Here is an example of my morbid poetry:
My War
Generals cluster around the room
Discussing inside my head,
I near myself in the face of the enemy
I know they will strike me dead.
I want to escape my ecstacy of pain
My triumph over my will,
I battle through this deserted wilderness
They fire torment at me still.
A holding hand through this decaying wonderland
Would make me call ceasefire,
War cries through my body make me
Loaded with sinned desire.
Guilt in my belt, weapon in my mind,
I can not be of the slaughtering kind.
I hear the yells of the generals now
They whisper of killings and crimes,
I scan all the ghastly corpses
None of them are as grotesque as mine.
After reading that, it probably won't surprise you now that I was a goth in my teenage years (yes, dog-collar, pale make up and dark lipstick and everything!). Luckily I learnt to always look on the bright side of life, but is weird looking back at how gloomy and introspective I was.
I'd better go and get some lunch and get back to sorting out my room!
Richey
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I also discovered the perfectly pressed rose that my first serious boyfriend ever gave me when I was 17. I am so ecstatic, I thought I had lost it forever. It was wedged between my two Chemistry folders! It was also the first flower that had ever been given to me by a guy. I have now wrapped it in kitchen roll and put it in-between the pages of one my my Psychology tomes, and hopefully I won't forget where it is this time.
I discovered found my poetry books that I wrote when I was 15. Looking back, it is hard to get back into that deeply depressing teenage state of mind I found myself in. Here is an example of my morbid poetry:
My War
Generals cluster around the room
Discussing inside my head,
I near myself in the face of the enemy
I know they will strike me dead.
I want to escape my ecstacy of pain
My triumph over my will,
I battle through this deserted wilderness
They fire torment at me still.
A holding hand through this decaying wonderland
Would make me call ceasefire,
War cries through my body make me
Loaded with sinned desire.
Guilt in my belt, weapon in my mind,
I can not be of the slaughtering kind.
I hear the yells of the generals now
They whisper of killings and crimes,
I scan all the ghastly corpses
None of them are as grotesque as mine.
After reading that, it probably won't surprise you now that I was a goth in my teenage years (yes, dog-collar, pale make up and dark lipstick and everything!). Luckily I learnt to always look on the bright side of life, but is weird looking back at how gloomy and introspective I was.
I'd better go and get some lunch and get back to sorting out my room!
Richey
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