Write Something Human – A Poem

Write Something Human

High school English teachers
Demand of children
That they “write something human”
Write magnificence incarnate
Write “from the heart”
On an SAT essay – first try – no mistakes
Follow a formula not designed
To recognize traumas’ teachings of
Avoidance – distilled down into
Insincere attempts at giving
Washed up old windbags
[Calling Postmodernism
“Like watching episodes of Seinfeld”]
What they wanted because honesty
Yields bad grades and phone calls –
Her ink screamed I didn’t belong there
But it was the only place I felt safe
When I had no words for the horrors
Witnessed – every day – as a child
And I Was A Terrible Student

Thank you for taking the time to read this poem today! What did you think of it? Did this one evoke any specific response in you? What did it remind you of or make you think of? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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Untitled Poems 1 – 4

Yesterday, I began sorting boxes my parents delivered over a year ago after Jacob and I moved into the house. One of these boxes was a mix of school papers, including some of my earliest poetry. These are the poems I’d forgotten about.

Based on the folder, they were written sometime between 2000 and 2005, so I was between ages 10 and 16. As I go through these some will be hilarious and worth keeping for that reason alone. Some are insights into the mind of an adolescent alive during that time period and the observations they chose to write down.

I’m started with a series of four untitled poems, four lines each. Now, enjoy some childish, painful forced rhyme.


Poem 1

Sometimes I’m jealous
Of those who win
All the things
That might have been


Poem 2

We tend to love
What time we waste
The past is delicious;
Time? An acquired taste.


Poem 3

Oh Glory Be! In times we say
As all hope drifts far away
It is the clouded sea she took
And my heart – a little brook


Poem 4

Sometimes the world just passes by
A shock so sudden we can’t cry
With each candle on birthday cake
Comes regret with decisions we make


Thank you for taking the time to read these today! Without you these posts don’t carry the same meaning. Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of these? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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