Being a teen sucks, #1

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#1: Being a teenager = being lumped in with those who write poetry.

Over the course of my public schooling I’ve come across several teachers who have urged me and my classmates to write for leisure. “It’s a creative outlet for your feelings,” they said. I don’t know about you, but I never liked to write poetry. In elementary school I read Robert Frost and T.S. Eliot and was appropriately horrified when I learned that the musical Cats is based on Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, but that was the extent of my interest. And while I respect those young adults talented enough to have written themselves into the New Yorker, the majority of us have absolutely no gift for poetry and should not write it, ever.

However, it seems the shallow pains of high school are simply too great for my fellow teenagers to refrain from writing. I browsed Xanga, a blogging host with a mainly juvenile audience, for poems that support my argument against teens writing about their feelings. Here are the highest quality (read: correctly spelled) pieces I could find:

Poem by Nostalgic_Worries*
My life is filled with empty dreams and sleepless nights
I look at you eyes wide with fright
As I start to turn out the light
And face the monsters in the night.

Laying here alone and cold
You turned your back on the lies you told
Walking away with my heart in your hold
Making a statement that’s so very bold.

As my eyes begin to cry
No longer strong enough to try
Oh, how badly I want to die
Spread my wings, take off, and fly.

A good example of rhyming for the sake of rhyming. I really want to turn this into iambic pentameter (“My life is filled with empty dreams and nights“).

Untitled by Rcknrollangel__quotesx0x*
Every time you spoke
I could almost choke
with how much I wanted to believe
that you really did love me
you were such a lovely liar
and my need was dire

There are so many depressed teenagers in America, I almost feel bad for mocking them. I mean, trivializing others’ pain is a jerky thing to do, and I suppose it’s better that teens write than watch bad tv or hang out at 7-11. And yet… reading poems like this, I’m embarrassed to be part of the 13-20 demographic. In fact, I think my poetry assignment from fourth grade, which I rescued from the basement last week, is superior to these wallowings of self-pity. I had to write about an animal and came up with this:

The Lion
I am the Lion! I am fierce! I have teeth and claws that pierce!
If you meet me, you better run fast! Or else you’ll be my breakfast.
Run like the wind or you’ll be in fear, for I’ll eat you if you come near!
I’m a lion– I’m a big cat!

I labored for so long, especially over the spelling of “pierce”, and still couldn’t come up with a good rhyme for “run fast.” I mean, that was Fred Durst (rhyming “here” with “here”) caliber. The experience turned me away from any poetic endeavors; I don’t think I’ve attempted another piece since. But I still think “The Lion” and I could take poems by Nostalgic Worries or Rcknrollangel in a fight, any day.

For further reading, visit the hilarious blogring WRITE YOUR TEARS IN A POEM on Xanga (my one stop for everything teen). The group description reads, “Poems of pain. Poems of heartbreak. Poems of suicide. Poems of death. Poems of anguish. Poems of love. Poems of hate. Poems of tears. Poems of memories. Poems of blood. Poems of everything you have ever had to deal with.”

* Reprinted without permission.


Written by jane

August 30, 2008 at 6:07 PM

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