For a while, during those “Teenaged angst” years, I wrote poetry. I wrote about everything, from my biological dad to my interesting freshman year of college. Somewhere along the line I decided I was no good and I stopped. While I was cleaning up tonight I found and old notebook with my favorite poem in it. I wrote it when I was 17 and 3 weeks deep into the college experience. I got the title as I was walking from my dorm to campus. I saw it on a bumper and the rest is history.
Three The Hard Way
“You ready?”
He breathes.
She giggles.
I begin.
An uninhibited release
of the storm within.
Grasping, clutching
In and Out
the air escapes.
He breathes.
She giggles.
I shiver and wait.
Wallowing in my insecurities
Is she better? Prettier?
Was it her that he wanted?
Me again.
The storm is gone,
just shyness left
It’s a game, a dance,
a fight for his attention.
He breathes.
She giggles.
A fuzzy darkness
Dazed still waiting.
Twisted, tangled
His arm, my thigh,
Her hand, his leg,
Thoughts fly by
bouncing around in the dark
Me again.
Warm, sharp,
bittersweet.
Enveloping every inch of me
He breathes.
She giggles.
I sigh.
Breathless.
That is circa 2006 (Wow!) I didn’t say it was any good, but oh how it brings back memories. Maybe one day I’ll write an essay about this poem.
curlyteri 
February 22nd, 2012 at 6:15 pm
I found my poetry book from when I was 15 to 18 I just cringed at mine! But this is a good poem!
February 23rd, 2012 at 4:58 pm
Thank you! Some of them are really funny. I had to stop once or twice and ask if I ever had a reason to be so dark and morbid.
February 27th, 2012 at 4:40 pm
LOVE the Raymond Carver tag! Please do write an essay. That’s a great idea!