Poetry is food for thought…
For some people, music is their everything. There’s nothing a song can’t get them through. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good love (or heartbreak) song when I’m in that mood. I love a good beat that makes you just want to get up and dance, even if you’re rhythmically challenged. And I play music in the background whenever I’m doing well, basically anything.
But back in the day, poetry was my first love. Absolutely nothing compared to it. It got me through my hormonal teenage years, countless breakups, and some overall crazy, tough situations.
When I couldn’t figure out how to express myself, it was there. When I just wanted to entertain others with my verbaliciousness, it was my prop. When I wanted the easy A in English class, it was where my thoughts went.
I used to watch Def Poetry Jam like nobody’s business. And when it went off the air, I would listen to the amazing spoken word artists on YouTube. Like this.
I wrote a lot of my own poetry during this time. Much of it is lost between the all the moving around I did. They were never saved in any special way, just written down in countless journals.
But the ones I can find, I’m going to share with you.
As calm and collected as my blog posts are, I cannot say the same for my poems. They cover a range of topics and are rampant with sex, death, depression, and profanity. If any of these bother you, then I advise you not to check out the poems. For everyone else, feel free to enter my teenage and young adult mind.
Click the title of the poem to read it: