Here are some more adventures in poetry with my 18 year old self.

Yes, posting what I wrote 17 years ago is slightly embarrassing. But it’s also a way for me to embrace my old self.

My young, stupid, old self from 1997.

So it rained again today

As the sun burst throughout the crystal sky

My soul wept again today

Tears as thick as black oil

As I put my mask on

And another gem.

I don’t remember when you apologized for being gone all those years.

I don’t remember when you held my hand and confessed your soul.

I don’t remember talking with you till dawn about everything and about nothing.

I don’t remember watching the stars with you.

But I don’t remember my heart being without you.

In case you haven’t figured it out, I was a bit of a depressive. A depressive who wrote bad poetry about souls, black oil, and skies.

Happy Monday.