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My interview was just posted today, and I'd love it if you stopped by and checked it out. Here's the link: Someday Stars: Meet Lisa Ann Chickos
Today is also the "My So-Called Teenage Life" Blog Hop! After reading Christa Desir's fantastic entry, I couldn't resist joining myself. This Blog Hop is apparently designed to give all of us a chance to revisit the inner workings of our teenage minds by reflecting on or sharing things we wrote during our teenage years.
After doing some digging, I came up with two things I would love to share--although you will have to forgive my teenage technical shortcomings AND the fact that I was always a crap poet.
Here's the first, a poem I wrote about my first love. We started dating the winter of my sophomore year, and we broke up the winter of my senior year when he moved away to college. (In a way, I wish I still wrote this recklessly. Isn't it amazing how raw and passionate and intense we were as teenagers?)
I love you
The way the flame loves the air
Intense light and dance that consumes reservation.
Sometimes it scares me
Staring through a cracked mirror
Through filmy layers of dust
Flushed, glowing, different than before
Crimson heart beating before me
Lying exposed, naked, defenseless.
Why did I allow it to crawl there
To grow legs and walk out of my chest?
Hoping for you to see it there
To gather it up and place it in a mahogany box
Tie it with purple ribbons
Store it safely away in the warmth of your soul.
You could just as easily crush it
Silence its beating with one sharp strike
Leave it bleeding
On the floor.
Why did I do this?
Please don't hurt me.
Here's the second, a poem I wrote the spring of my senior year. It's about the first boy who ever got tired of me before I got tired of him, and I'm kinda amazed at how *hot* it actually is. Totally embarrassing to put it out there like this, but I try to remember this intensity whenever I write about teenage heroines and young relationships.
IT'S YOUR FAULT
I want you
I know I'm not supposed to say that
But I want you
It's your fault
You kissed me in the prop room
Ignored my Salem witch hunt
Told me I was hardcore
You charmed me with stories of snow and fire
Traced your tongue along my jawline
Watched me watch you
Entwined your legs around mine
Laughed with me
I studied your iron bed posts
Tried to stay quiet
As you melted me into a thousand tiny dewdrops
You touched me
(I almost didn't stop you!)
As bubbled churned around us
Disguising us in an aqua green veil
How did I end up wrapped around you
Moving with you and against you
Why did I never want to stop?
Yikes! Right? See, I'm actually kinda blushing right now. (Mom, if you're reading this, I'm sorry! But we didn't actually DO anything, see? I STOPPED him! ;))
Hahaha, isn't amazing how one teenage poem immediately transports us back to a time when everything was SUCH a big deal? Isn't this why most of us write YA, anyway?
Check out this other awesome bloggers participating in the Blog Hop. There's still time to join us!