another poem to use the term losely

July 1, 1990


Flowing through tides of consciousness,

Dark waves of depression

and sunbeams of laughter-

flowing, continually moving.

Kinder moments

and precious memories

lost in the tides.

Constant,

these waves.

i simply have no pride when it comes to my own bad poetry

i believe this to be written circa 1990 by yours truly, no need to be kind, just something i found as a sort of curiousity to myself, being so far away from it it poses a bit of mystery to me...and perhaps it did at the time as well.

Raven
to me you
might fly
after fragile day
singing
of lost souls
and beauty destroyed.
I will dream;
Traveling,
and dying.

yet another bad poem

i must have no humility when it comes to bad writing. i just came across this old poem, written 09.24.90 (i was in high school, folks!) seems not to have been titled....

walking backwards,
stumbling over hatred
and fear.
Horrifying reflections,
and dark secrets
Shatter and Astound.

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