books are better than boys

poetry 101

In college and the few years following I wrote poetry.  Lots of poetry.  I proclaimed that it was dead, while still scribbling away in my dimly lit room, drinking whiskey or tea and smoking cigarettes.  Everything was huge.  Every experience terribly meaningful.  I fed off of romantic notions about love lost, finding oneself, and the like.

Recently I was reading through some of my old poems and found a few that I remember being marginally proud of.  (And, as we all know, one should always think of her own work as rubbish, so marginally proud is saying a lot.)  And even now, I think, yes, these were obviously written by a college student just trying to figure things out, but still, I like them.

Click through if you want some insight into my twenty year old mind…

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I may or may not have just sang/rapped dc Talk’s Luv is a Verb to  my roommate.  Because I might still remember all of the lyrics, even though I haven’t listened to that album in years and years. 
Okay, that definitely just happened.  So what?  Don’t be so judgey.  ‘Luv’ is a verb.
And that’s some d(ecent) c(hristian) Talk for you.

getting ready music

I decided to switch it up today and Scared of Chaka, Fifteen, Falling Sickness, and Screeching Weasel are on the playlist.