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?
