March 19, 2007

"ahem...*tap tap* this thing on?"

It's open-mic night here at For The Love.

I recently found some poems that I wrote my freshman year of college. It's funny. I knew at the time that I would one day find them and read them, and I always wondered what my future self would think of them when I did. Would I think they were stupid? Would I no longer understand what I was talking about? Would I throw them away in a desparate act of unholy obliteration? Some, I remember, have already fallen victim to the latter. Years ago. But I pulled a few of the survivors out tonight and decided I will probably, at some point, share a select few, here on this stage page. I am surpised to find that the future self I am today would totally write these poems now, that is, if I had more energy and inspiration.

The one I've been thinking of for a while now, goes something like this:

Plunge me
like a naked child
make me learn to
Plunge me
like a dying sinner
into waters that for-
and I will let you
I won't fight
it's what I want
let's make it right.
Plunge me
back into feeling
teach me how to
Plunge me
into contentment
show me I have e-
so make it real
yah, make me see
push me push me
so perfect I'll be.
Plunge me.


Thank you thank you! You're too, really thanks. Good grief! Stop snapping already.


At 4:58 AM, Blogger Diana said...

You will always hear snapping coming from me.
Encore Encore Encore !!!

At 11:09 AM, Blogger hwy said...

Don't tell me not to snap. Impressed, but not surprised. You should share more.

At 7:28 AM, Blogger John H said...

re your mom's comment:

does anyone else smell the faint waftings of nepotism?

or something like that..actually, it's quite a good poem.

At 2:05 PM, Blogger Malia said...

nepotism not withstanding...I thought it was very good


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