I was rummaging though some old .doc files and found this gem:
Writing Not Perfect Enough For Her
Countless magical moments
I see everyday I am near thee
The kind of charm lovers sense
And brings men to their knees
The stars do act in distaste
By trying to match the beauty
Of your precious and fair face
That only blessed souls can see
True dreams are rarely sought
Before a mortal man's eyes
But when in a stare we lock
I see my dream and my soul flies
Recall when the lazy rain stops
And the sun's magic hits the mist
Remember a rainbow from an artisan's thoughts
Colors for that a blind man would wish
The feeling you get from that splendid arc
I feel when I see your smile
That feeling I know deep down in my heart
That never will fade to a quiet exile
This sugar-sweet concoction was written, I believe, when I was 16. I certainly get a kick out of it more than a decade later, and I wonder what happened to the idealist kid that wrote it. There isn't much back-story to the poem, other than its intended recipient never got it. I think I read it at an open-mic night my freshman year at UC Santa Cruz, and I apologize to all of those that attended that reading.
I recently found this next poem as well. I believe I wrote it when I was about 19. Enjoy:
Tick, Tock
A day far off
we will figure
it all out,
write a book about
it all,
congratulate
each other,
at which point
someone
will back into
the button
and
blow us all up.
Really an uplifting piece, isn't? It apparently took only three years for me to go from an unfettered romantic to a fatalistic cynic. Hooray for real life!
