This idea came to me while I was listening to a local radio station personality conversing about how beautiful this certain person was, and saying that she was “easy on the eyes”. I thought the phrase was very clever and would be something good to focus on in a poem. So after mulling it around for a while in my mind, a certain “pretty face” “helped” bring the words out while I was sitting in one of my classes ( I have a tendency to do a lot of writing in classes ).
Another poem from Clearwater. The Winter Formal was coming up on campus, and everyone was scurrying around and excited, with the guys building courage to ask girls out and girls filled with anxiety over not being asked. One girl in particular, who should have easily been asked out by the guys, happened to be overlooked. I myself had already made arrangements, but I definitely would have considered her if I had not already been taken. So I figured the next best thing I could do was to help her feel better, so I wrote this for her.
*By the way, she did find a suitable date at the last minute:-)
A poem about a haven from pain and frustration. Certain situations over the course of my stay in Clearwater had caused me a lot of frustration, with this particular poem stemming from a certain relationship. I imagined the release of my stress being a walk along the beach. The personifications give a some insight to how alone I felt at the time, with “no one” to greet me in a friendly way, “no one” there to trust or to trust me. This poem vaguely refers to the basic attitude on the Clearwater campus that the people would rather socially destroy a person first rather than help them with their problems. Near the end in the prayer, I believe I am told that showing forgiveness is a better way to go, and sets an example that can be followed.
An ill-fated but humorous attempt at writing a “fun” song for a friend of mine. Only one of the situations listed in the poem ever actually happened (the lady cussing me out), which I hope gives you some relief :-). The poem does give some insight of some of my “annoyances” of the holiday season though.
This one I find very frustrating to write about at the moment. Alot of times I sit back and consider who I might be with for the rest of my life, and at the particular moment I wrote this I thought that this "person" may have been the one. There was everything to like about her and nothing, it seemed, to get in the way of my mental picture. Yet I was not the only one with these whimsical ideas, so stepped back to let her make up her own mind about the situation. In the end, she stuck with another guy ( who happens to be a friend of mine ), and I didn't get burned. The poem came as a "request" before I knew of any of this and I had plenty of ideas as any other "love-struck" boy would have to write about.
Jada’s Gone
This poem was written in memory of a girl that, at the time, had recently joined our youth group. She had moved from North Carolina ( I believe ) to Florida to live with her father for a while, and had been attending a Bible study held during the week at the youth pastor’s house. Under some unexplained circumstances, her and a friend from NC had traveled back to North Carolina, and on the way, Jada was involved in a fatal car accident. This was the first instance where someone’s death felt so close, because she was the same age, and I realized that this can happen to anyone anywhere. After becoming so familiar to me, she was...gone.
I still get a smile out of this one. Guys have a tendency to go through emotional confusion at times over girls, and this is a poem depicting my mind in confusion. The last line of the poem is the clincher. If you did catch the slight humor in the passage, maybe you should read it again, or maybe it’s just me...
At times I believe that I can feel the hurt of another person just by seeing the expressions on their face. I have been hurt in many ways, at times where I feel like people can’t wait to get their pins into my doll, and at times I have thought that their would be no coming back from my painful state. This poem originated from a discussion on divorce in my Adolescent Development class. I could only imagine what goes on in the minds of the parties involved with divorce, and I do not believe that the development that I have written about is true for all or even most divorces. I myself have never experienced this form of social decay, but I imagine that there is some level of loss felt in all parties, a certain emptiness of something that should be full but is not. I hope that in my own life that I nor anyone else will experience the grief involved with divorce and with this poem.
A parody of Jars of Clay's single "Crazy Times". This satire was written for a friend who used to attend CCC and lives in Pennsylvania. After going through a tremendous dry spell (only one poem worth mentioning over the summer of 1997 and I lost it), some talent came forth from the void of my writer's block. This is the second Jars of Clay parody that I have done ("Expelled", parody of "Flood", was the first one), and the third ever (I also wrote a parody for Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit"). I say, "If you can't understand what they are saying, make up your own words"!