The poem below was written by me at 15. While my 15 might've been somewhat different than a typical 15 today, I suppose I might've undergone some of the same teen angst.
So here's a little peek into where I was at the time. Hope you enjoy it.
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Alley Cat
I am a black cat with grey-brown streaks running along my side.
I'm always walking confident yet carefree,
knowing I'm ready to scratch, bite
or kill an opponent.
I land on my feet like a whisper,
green eyes flashing left and right,
taking everything in.
I extend my claws and and tear a piece of thrown out rug to shreds.
It's not the rug I see.
It's the enemy.
In my mind's eye,
I see the enemy.
It is not another cat like myself,
but that cleaned,
combed cat that represents a twisted aspect of life.
That part of life you just want to strangle,
and when you finally do,
you find out a moment too late you have strangled your own self.
For this cat is what you want to be,
but never can.
By strangling that cat,
you guarantee you will stay the way you are.
This was in the centerfold of a school magazine called "Mindprints", along with three other works, and had a background of a black cat peering out of a window. Hopefully my 15 was indeed very different than what teens today go through, but perhaps this might help or inspire someone today.
I saw a peanut stand, heard a rubber band,
I saw a needle that winked its eye.
But I think I will have seen everything
When I see an elephant fly.
MY GALLERY
Thanks for sharing this Rob...very interesting angle on how alot of people, in particular alot of youth, can feel deep down but don't acknowledge or even admit to themselves...it is definitely food for thought...good work.:Pat.
most of my writing at that time was mostly inner narrative, not prose or poetry, and long since destroyed and/or lost. i mean, this was 22 years ago...but thanks for liking it :)
I saw a peanut stand, heard a rubber band,
I saw a needle that winked its eye.
But I think I will have seen everything
When I see an elephant fly.
MY GALLERY
i suppose i could, and yes i know you're teasing, but it would feel contrived. I wrote that piece almost totally out of spontaneity...if the mood hits..who knows? but that's what would get me going again.
I saw a peanut stand, heard a rubber band,
I saw a needle that winked its eye.
But I think I will have seen everything
When I see an elephant fly.
MY GALLERY
You know Rob, there's a poetry thread around here somewhere. I don't think anyone's uploaded there in a while & while granted, you were 15, I bet you could do some beautiful poetry again.
Give it a try
i suppose..but certain things are so much better, purer, and vivid when they aren't done 'on command' but rather, the result of inspiration. want examples? sex, cooking, driving, singing, etc.. all come out better when they're felt first, and done second.
I saw a peanut stand, heard a rubber band,
I saw a needle that winked its eye.
But I think I will have seen everything
When I see an elephant fly.
MY GALLERY
I saw a peanut stand, heard a rubber band,
I saw a needle that winked its eye.
But I think I will have seen everything
When I see an elephant fly.
MY GALLERY
So here's a little peek into where I was at the time. Hope you enjoy it.
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Alley Cat
I am a black cat with grey-brown streaks running along my side.
I'm always walking confident yet carefree,
knowing I'm ready to scratch, bite
or kill an opponent.
I land on my feet like a whisper,
green eyes flashing left and right,
taking everything in.
I extend my claws and and tear a piece of thrown out rug to shreds.
It's not the rug I see.
It's the enemy.
In my mind's eye,
I see the enemy.
It is not another cat like myself,
but that cleaned,
combed cat that represents a twisted aspect of life.
That part of life you just want to strangle,
and when you finally do,
you find out a moment too late you have strangled your own self.
For this cat is what you want to be,
but never can.
By strangling that cat,
you guarantee you will stay the way you are.
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This was in the centerfold of a school magazine called "Mindprints", along with three other works, and had a background of a black cat peering out of a window. Hopefully my 15 was indeed very different than what teens today go through, but perhaps this might help or inspire someone today.
In any case, enjoy :o)