Teenage Poet Syndrome Relapse

I'm getting this sudden urge again to write poetry again. At one point in my life I was totally convinced that I wanted to be a real poet with little indie books and performances at poetry readings. That was once a upon a time ago. I tell everyone I stopped writing, but that's not entirely true. I have some very candid things I wrote and kept to myself.

Here are just a few.

from summer 2003

The tattoos, the cigarettes,
the fine wine, the food we'll get
the buses we take
the love we won't make
the music gives reason
for the visits each season
i'll stay low
'til you let me know

your makeout sessions
my drawn out confessions
you're just right for this
so you'll just steal one kiss
"i'm going home sunday,
i'll see you again when you play"
but i won't go
to your next show

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i'll make you miss me
i'll wash your clothes and hem your pants
then i'll give you the key
i'll bake you a cake and buy presents
i'll write you a bittersweet letter
then maybe you'll begin to see
that you'll miss me

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these pills don't work
like the dizziness i feel when i stand up too fast
i misjudged the drinks
i sat alone in the dark, seeing traffic for stars
you walked up to me and sat down too fast
all this time we just let pass
i know i ran away too fast
you come here to kiss me
i run, making love to strangers
then back, to cry on your shoulders
the dilberate mistakes i make
where is this going? am i staying?
the dilberate mistakes i make
where are you going? where am i staying?
sat down to fast, took off too soon
you fly away too soon baby bird
this little baby bird