What would cause me to be so confident? Oh, I don't know....maybe THIS?
That's right! It's picture time! When stressed and busy beyond reason, post pictures of yourself from 10th grade looking so disgusted with the world that you cannot possibly bear to deal with anything not involving you, your awful makeup, OR YOUR BINDI. Do you see the thing on my forehead? This was after a night out with friends, which occurred directly at the height of Gwen Stefani's Bindi Stage.
Credit: www.14gwen.com
My god, don't you just want to slap that expression right off my face?
(If you don't, then you are probably currently 15 years old.)
(Go away, 15-year-olds. I'm jealous that you look so much better in skinny jeans than me.)
In truth, I believe one of the reasons I look so annoyed is that I was irked by the fact that my SUPPOSED FRIEND had the unmitigated gall to flirt with the boy I liked at said pizza parlor. Once again, my solution was poetry. This piece preceded the poem I previously posted, and well...I think you can tell. Stylistically, this is all over the place, and I'm not as inventive as I was the following year. I do, however, give myself eleventy hundred Cool Points for the fanciful phrase "cruel fall wind," as well as stopping there are scribbling over the rest of the line. Simplicity is best when pouring out your tattered heart across the page, you know?
Oh, god. I just reread it. Seriously, why was anyone friends with me then?
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23 comments:
So awesome.
This is why I set fire to anything I wrote before I was 21. Heck, only certain things from my pre-30 years have been saved.
OMG. I love how high up your bindi was. It was really up there. So funny. And that picture? So bershon.
I actually sent one of my lame HS poems into those "we'll publish anything" books. I didn't buy one of the books because it was $60 or something, but they sent me a copy in a cardboard frame. I was so freaking excited until someone told me they were in it at age 6 or something. And my poem sucked anyway.
Wow. That is just awesome. Both the picture and the poem.
I am SO THANKFUL I never went through a poetry phase. But equally thankful that YOU did.
That's the funniest freakin thing I've read all day. Thank you for sharing your craptastic teen rebel poetry with us.
I think the title is my favorite part: Commodity. So simple. So piercing. So true.
(HAHAHAHHAHA)
I also wore bindis! And sparkly sort of roll on....sparkle stuff that I feel sure was also the fault of Gwen Stefani.
And I like your blush in the first picture. You should totally teach me how to do it like that.
I seriously need to haul my journals out of the basement.
Seriously.
This is all just so disturbing.
Delurking to say PLEASE tell me you are going to post this to the I'm So Bershon pool on Flickr!
http://www.flickr.com/groups/bershon/
So so awesome.
did you simply press the compact of blush to your cheek to achieve that look? I only ask so I can incorporate the technique into my everyday makeup routine.
Are my eyes deceiving me, or does the poem say that you are in fact "full of the cruel fall wind"?
Sheds a new light on the poem. And the pizza parlour.
If I had worn a Bindi in Oklahoma, I would have been beat severly in the local bar bathroom because I was in my mid to late 20's and well, I really wouldn't have been able to get away with such a thing.
I had forgotten about Gwen's bindi stage!
"I can't complain...
No claim."
Teenage angsty poems that rhyme are THE BEST.
You saw the post where I went back and dedicated an entire journal's worth of diary entries to my DEAD PET MOUSE, right? I don't know that it gets more ridiculous embarrassing than that. I think the only reason I had friends is because no one knew I did that. What I keep wondering is why I had a pet mouse in the first place? And then I remember my mother was trying to appease us because she was allergic to dogs. Big time fail, Mom.
Top three favorite things in this post:
1- that look on your face. you really convey the cruelty with which you felt the world was treating you... lol
2- that you rhymed "her" with "her" in the first two lines
3- you can see through to the page behind that poem, and it is entitled "angst"-- more stereotypically 15 you could not be
:)
Sally- I submitted it to the Bershon group! :)
Anon- HAHAAAA. I didn't even realize that poem was on the back of the page in my Giant Poetry Journal of Drama. If you're interested, that's the one I posted here: http://metalia.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-footballs-not-your-cup-of-tea-end-of.html
It really is a shame I didn't write more poetry during my high school years. Judging by the journal entries I wrote then, I'm sure it would be FANTASTIC.
I have so much poetry from my teens yrs.. I should really post it. Pretty pathetic we were.
I am so glad I didn't keep a journal -- poetry or otherwise -- well, ever. Until I started blogging of course, but by then I had really important things to say. You are very brave for sharing your angst with us!
I tossed all my high school angst poetry, too. Now I wonder -- would I laugh or cry if I read it now? Weep with embarrassment, most likely!
And to think I actually have a poetry blog now...
Bring that look back.
1. Love the blush
2. That poem is awesome. You were so forgiving. "I understand now...No night."
I don't understand poetry. I'm like Monica on Friends when that dude called her am empty vase.
Rather cool place you've got here. Thanks for it. I like such themes and everything connected to them. I definitely want to read a bit more on that blog soon.
Hilary Smith
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