That's my friend Tanya and I at MTVs Museum of Unnatural History in high school. And yes, that is a Polaroid.
We're flashing back to my high school days.
Prepare to be dazzled with my teenage angsty poetry!
Remember high school crushes? Oh, the agony! If we couldn't have them, we were just. going. to. die. Seriously. We wrote their names all over our notebooks. Squealed in the bathroom with our friends after they said 'hi' to us in the halls. Those fun days of young love...torture... the ones that fill us with embarrassment now.
I say embrace it! We were who we were. It's part of who we are now. Even if we did crush on that bald wrestling guy with the tongue ring who used to make faces at us during Economics class despite already having a steady boyfriend who happened to be captain of the football team. The bald wrestling guy rode a motorcycle to school and listened to hardcore metal. He was a baaaad boy. The kind Mom warned you about. The kind you thought you could find the soft spot in. Hard to world, but not to you...and the neighbor's dog. That guy.
On to bad poetry...
My cousins had a haunted house every year. The COOLEST, mind you. The talk of not just their own high school, but all the surrounding ones as well. They drew a crowd and made a killing (yes, they were smart enough to charge an entry fee).
This year, the year I wrote this poem, one of their friends caught my eye. I bring you...
PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
Phantom of the Opera
unknowing you steal my breath
with each organ note
of your gentle lullaby.
I remain mesmerized
until you release your fingers,
the last key lingering
with our kiss.
You can totally laugh. I did as I was typing it so I will not hold it against you in the least. I was only 15 or 16 when I wrote that.
He was not as hot without the make-up on. Yes, I had one date with him. Luckily, my high school boyfriend does not read my blog so he won't know this one little indiscretion. Not that it matters because he cheated on me our senior year with one of the other cheerleaders (right before PROM!!) so it wouldn't matter that I did have a date with Phantom of the Opera. (I'll save that whole tale for another flashback post because it just superb - like right out of a movie)
See? Remember high school? All drama and crushes and pain. Sigh. I miss it.
Who wants to share some old writing?
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