Sunday Poetry Slam

When I was in University writing was my life. I took as many creative writing classes as they would let me. I don’t write the same way as I used too. Maybe because the world has changed.  But about a month ago I found a bunch of CDR’S with my old writing on them. I ripped the files onto my computer but just the title of some of them made me scared to wake the beast. I wrote a lot about how drugs made the world better. I wrote a lot about dealing with my family, depression, anxiety, running away, freedom. I was questioning life a lot. I was also a stoner. So what can you do?! Anyway – way back in the day I wanted to publish a book of poetry. I used my creative writing classes to work on my poems – so I thought I would publish here some excerpts of the young Carols life. My palindrome on life.


 

Who says there need be some Justification for life?

Bothered– like a scorpion sting in the night

The feeling meanders over time

Elusiveness, daunting – menacing, growing and moving on

The knowledge and unworthiness presented in panic

Incapable of succeeding

The trepidation that life won’t come together

I hear the condescending tone

Life taking the turn

The willingness to give in

 

The willingness to give in

Life taking the turn

I hear the condescending tone

The trepidation that life won’t come together

Incapable of succeeding

The knowledge and unworthiness presented in panic

Elusiveness, daunting – menacing, growing and moving on

The feeling meanders over time

Bothered-like a scorpion sting in the night

Who says there need be some Justification for life?

 


 

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