Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Drama Queen

What a lovely couple of weeks I've had. I'm on a bit of a "vacation". But...all that really means is that my Musty Boxes Ephemera shop is closed for a period of time. My photo shop keeps me ever so busy, listing, packaging and driving to the post office. It was time to take a break and focus on other goodness.

Recently, while on my wee vacation, Gary and I rummaged through some of our old boxes in the garage. I came across one of my very old (and embarrassing) journals from high school...

I always carried around a notebook/journal...always ready to doodle or write down a few lines of poetry. This particular journal was created when I was 16.

Oh, it's been fun looking back through my old writings. But, I must admit, I've cringed more than a few times. Why oh why was I so dramatic and exaggerated? I reckon as a 16 year old girl, everything is intense and jagged.

While thumbing through this journal, I did find a few pieces that I actually like. Would you like to read them? They're short and it won't take long...

A subject hung free, Not to shatter.
The mind may push, The stale clatter.
Cling on wire, The corner stool.
Kick over the shadow, Wipe up the drool.
Stand on your head, Break through the floor.
Turn-out the hip, Clean out the core.© ~1981~

Unwanted spaces, Wild-eyed traces, He paces.
Mock speech, Aching to teach, A flexible reach.
Dead-ends and gentleness,
Streaming fullness pushes tragedy.© ~1981~

Our pure gradual glances, formed through traveling hysterics.
Kneeling interests and dull eagerness turn,
when there are no abiding disguises.
Sweet silent walls of my dancing destruction, show me more of your new hope.© ~1981~

Resting overgrown terrors become spies
of their own rushed vacancies.
First entrance of the aged, unfaded vastness.
The turbulant and mocked gaze,
The misplaced maze.
Our fond, soft building
of fables and frenzies.© ~1980~

So....there you are. A bit of a peek inside my head as a 16 year old girl.

Until Next Time:
Gerushia's New World


NuminosityBeads said...

Way deeper than what I was writing at 16. Oh, how I ached to be deep!


Gerushia's New World said...

I don't know, I just think it's all corny! But, it's good fun to look back.

La Dolce Vita said...

corny can be good!!!

Theresa @ 612Riverside said...

Wow, I'm not sure I'm that deep now!!! At 16 I was as goofy as can be, your poetry reminds me of two of my siblings that wrote wonderful things as teenagers. I do wish I would have kept some sort of journal at that age so for the kicks of reading it now! Thanks for visiting... Theresa

Anonymous said...

"I reckon as a 16 year old girl, everything is intense and jagged."

I take offense to this...

Gerushia's New World said...

But my dear, you are not a 16 year old soul. You are one of my greatest teachers.

Love you:

Manon Doyle said...

Not corny at all! We all felt so intense at that age. I remember. Now I have an eighteen year old that everything is! I get to relive those days all over again.
I loved this post!!

Carol Anne Strange said...

Wonderful, Kim, to see the creativity of your sixteen year old self. I like the image. What a fantastic post, and what an inspiration you are. Keep being the wonderful creative spirit that you are. xx

jen said...

I know what you mean...It's so unsettling looking back at yourself as a teen. I always think, if only I knew then what I know now! But then again, that girl is exactly who became you, so why wish it any other way?

Courtney Price said...

That's so cute :) There's a bar in Seattle where you can do readings of old journal entries... most are much more angsty and embarrassingly specific about old loves :) Meant for laughter, mostly :) Yours wouldn't fit in, but isn't that a fun idea?

June said...

Hi Kim.
Well I don't think it's corny at all. I think it shows that you have always been a creative soul. Your drawing from 1970 proves it. It is wonderful.
I wanted to thank you for such dear words that you left for me. I can't even tell how much they mean to me.

Amy. said...

How fun to hear about your rediscovery...and what a coincidence... I too was reading through old journals in the last few weeks. I found the fabric cover journal books I filled from cover to cover when I was in my 20's. I was struck by all the cute stickers I had added to the pages which I had forgotten about along with doodles here and there. What a life I had before kids!! Some of it should remain unknown!! *wink*
I liked your writings.

Marie said...

Kim, however did I miss this!! I don't know. I have a few cringeworthy journals and not just from when I was a teen, I'm sorry to say!! I love that little sketch you have done and your poetry is very beautiful. I think you are a great talent and a very deep soul. I love you to bits! xxoo

Trudy Callan said...

You have a really awesome blog. Happy Valentine's day to you. My family and I made some really neat heart bags. I hope you'll come and take a look and look around the blog a little while you're there and see if it's one you'd like to bookmark so you can come back. It's kind of new, but I have lots of great things planned. So stay tuned. Thanks, and have a great day.


Ragamuffin Gal said...

Thanks for the peek inside of you 16th year! I did the same thing not long ago with my art portfolio from HS. My "case" were two poster boards stapled together and inside were all of these watercolored, pastel, pencil, and yes! even collaged pieces. They made me cringe and smile at the same time. Your poetry seems so much wiser in comparison. Valentine Blessings!

noodle and lou said...

oh how fun! reminds me very much of the 16 year old me too:) indeed, everything was VERY jagged and intense then. happy valentines day!!! xox