Today I started to clean out the office as we are going to turn it into the Bug’s “Big Boy” room shortly after Christmas. I came across an old school notepad and when I opened it, it simply said “poems”. I wrote a lot of poetry in middle school and early high school…teen angst at its best I guess.
I was so surprised by some of the pieces that I thought I would share them here.
Changing (date unknown/circa 1991-94)
I know what I feel like,
but I’d like to be you.
And feel what you feel like
And do what you do.
I’d like to change places
for maybe a week,
and look like you look
and speak like you speak.
And think what you think
and go where you go.
And feel what you’re feeling
and know what you know.
I wish we could do it,
what fun it would be,
if I could try you out and
you could try me.
I love this. It reads like Dr. Seuss a bit. How profound you were back then.
Thanks for sharing! I don't know if I could share stuff I wrote back in the day, but your stuff is much much better. 🙂
Wow girl, I love it. So fun to read. I should dig up my old stuff- don't know if I'd have the guts to post it but it'd be neat to read!