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There
I wrote this for an Expanded Imagist Poetry assignment for my Creative Writing class my sophomore year in college. I turned in the pencil drawing for a Drawing Studio class in 2000. “There” 8-30-00 On cold concrete steps long abandoned like the building behind, she told him her biggest fear, which he helped cease, and made her smile. She wondered how many had fallen in love there, with the rough, red bricks scraping their backs. He thought about how many in the past had sex there, (as they did) with the sharp, rusty guard rails in the way. He drew lines in the clay to make her think while they discussed his…
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Childhood Lost
Childhood Lost- Narrative Essay for Comp I. 9-27-99 Sometimes when I listen to myself speak, it is not my voice I hear, but my mother’s. I love Mom, but the last thing I want is to be like her. As much as I hate to admit it, if I had known her as she was in high school, I doubt I would have liked her. The truth is, Mom has never understood anything that really matters to me. A parent who was popular and outgoing as a teenager rarely understands a child who is neither. My mother was beautiful; although that word is overused, it is the only one that comes…
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You-(Kurt Cobain)
I was almost 13 and had just discovered Kurt Cobain and Nirvana’s music when he died in 1994. My favorite Nirvana song is “Pennyroyal Tea.” I wrote the poem as part of an English assignment and drew the picture for Art. “You” 4-8-97 We put all our trust in you, not knowing what you’d been through. You gave us strength to face our peers, and looked right through us in the mirrors. We hear your lyrics every day, and know you’ll never fade away. You made me want to scream from towers: “I’m here now, embrace my powers!” We all cried out in pain: “Why’d you leave us Kurt Cobain?” Your…
