I was reminded today, of this red notebook filled with my own poetry. Poetry that I wrote between the ages of 15 and 18…probably on my bedroom floor, listening to Pearl Jam really quietly. I was probably writing them by the glow of my maroon lava lamp or by candlelight. It was probably between the hours of 11 pm and 2 am.
I knew it was tucked away in a storage bin in my basement with other samples of writing that I’ve saved over the years. I had to get it out. I had to read it. I thought that I would find some diamonds in the rough.
I gotta tell ya, I found a lot of rough in the rough. Seriously, talk about teen angst. I had a lot of anger to express about something… I actually made a lot of it rhyme. It was all pretty bad…and actually really depressing.
Here’s a gem for you:
Never…by the brain of kate circa 1997
Any love so bold and true, could never compare to the love I had for you…
Any hate as strong as steel, could never compare to the hate that I now feel.
Wow. Intense! How about a funny one??
salsa…by the brain of kate circa 1999
My mom makes the best salsa-
-she can’t dance.