the season rubs me wrong

apparently i used to dabble in poetry:

i miss my spent youth

i miss the wasted days

the never ending summers and

eternal starry skies

fresh cut grass under the rampage of my toes

dirty fingernails

dreams still fresh and possible

not sure when i wrote it - i know i destroyed everything from high school so after that

all of the beautiful girls, the beautiful boys

in their ripped cords and their torn hearts

the dullness of life chipping away

dreams in technicolor of stardom and magazines

spent youth pissed out like last night's binge

co-dependent but don't dare say it

angst is a buzzword no longer descriptive of its meaning

this i apparently wrote in 2002 on the bus on the way home from class (must have been Organizational Behaviour)

i definitely have a theme...