Poetry's never been my favorite...

So this is the cheesiest thing you'll probably ever read.

A little background first...

After moving home from my first year of college and seeing the massive amount of 'stuff' I have, I decided to sort through EVERYTHING and toss A LOT! My cleaning motto: "If I haven't needed it in the past nine months and it doesn't have immense sentimental value, toss it!" While going through a rough tote filled with middle school and high school memories, I stumbled across some poetry written during high school. They all are very reminiscent of the high school female mind: boys, boys, boys, and whatever activities she is involved in (my love was volleyball). I decided to share a few of the poems I wrote. Feel free to laugh long and hard at their cheesiness.

These first two were written during my sophomore year.

A Remarkable Remembrance - by Kristin Janssen

It is a remarkable remembrance
Fame was knocking
at the door,
Or was it shame?
Four games played.
Two ours, two theirs,
And one left...
Undecided, unpredictable,
Like tomorrow,
Like the rest of your life.
Please God, I prayed,
Don't let me weaken
Under the deafening silence
Of the fidgeting fans
And my tense teammates.
I want to courageously
S M A C K
the
ball
down...
Right in the face of despair!

It is a remarkable remembrance.
Fame was knocking at the door.
Five games played.
Three ours, two theirs.
Thank you God, I prayed.
For letting me
Face my greatest foe!
Amen.


A Lifetime in the Sand - by Kristin Janssen

A footprint is a lifetime
printed in the sand.
A story untold,
Identity unknown.
One man's
laughter,
joy,
and tears,
Scrawled below
on the cool, breezy beach.
Questions unanswered,
Thoughts kept safe,
Hidden below
a few grains of sand.
Where has he been?
What makes him laugh?
Why does he cry?
Whom does he love?
More questions left
drifting alone,
Floating through life,
Now all disappear.
One man's
life,
love,
and prayer,
Kept in the sand
'till the ocean
captures the memories
and washes them away.

This last one was written during my senior year during a poetry unit taught by our student teacher in Compostion/Brit Lit. I'm only including the first stanza to save you from the pain of reading such a pathetic poem.

Lasting Love - by Kristin Janssen

To me, dear one, you are the air I breathe
For love lasts longer than till tomorrow.
Your presence I desire never to leave,
Lest my lungs be consumed with the sorrow.