Since my WIP is a teen novel, I felt the urge to reconnect to my younger, emotional self. Pictures from the era provide an opening but it's my poetry that drags all the emotions back—kicking and screaming.
And, wow, was I in touch with my inner angst!
Check out my brooding self in Pebble Beach, 1992....
Oh, I miss my hair!
I thought it'd be fun to start adding a few poems to each post—providing a flash-portrait of some of the imaginings of my former self. I'll even put the desperately awful ones up.
I'll start things off with a poem which I turned in to my Creative Writing teacher and he wrote a “please see me” note on the bottom of it. I was too embarrassed to confront him, thinking he might be suspecting abuse or something. But he never followed up on it, not sure if that's good or bad... hmm.
The poem, written by my sixteen year old self, was inspired by the movie ___________.
Wait, you tell me!
(Hint: 80's fantasy. No, the movie title is NOT in the poem/title.)
Mask
Illusions surround
my every move
Walking through the corridor of eternity
I feel tampered with and used
Down the path I see someone I know
look again
it isn't who it seems to be
A face turned and twisted
in my mind
to become fantasy
But after all
what is a face
environment
or a smile?
They are things we hide behind
truths we run from for miles.
What movie do you think it is? Comment!
The first correct person might win an autographed copy of the poem. :)
And don't forget to vote.
