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Thu, Feb. 19th, 2004 05:22 pm
Old Poetry

Just this afternoon, I asked my supervisor to help me recover a disk that had a bunch of my poems from my freshman year of high school. Back around that time, I had accidentally saved over one of my files, so out of stupidity, I ejected the disk while it was still writing. Much to my displeasure, the disk would no longer read. So, for the last four years, the disk has been sitting waiting to be restored.

Now that it has been, I'd like to post some of the poetry that I found off of it. I'm doing this partially because I want to explore a bit of what I was thinking during that time. I don't have a lot of documentation from that time, so it's nice to see a bit of it again. Also, I'm doing it because I want to post them so I can copy them off once I get back to my dorm room.

All the following poetry is copied directly from the disk, so the only edits done will be for spelling and for things like underlining titles and what not.

In the Name of Love
By: Kenneth Edward Keyn

I did it all in the name of Love
But why didn’t I see you
I saw it as the birds, above
Yet I ignored what was true

I looked at your face
And saw my own reflection
I couldn’t walk your pace
I didn’t heed my caution

I ran
I stumbled
I saw you
I tumbled
I fought
I tried
I saw you
I died
It’s hard to see clearly
When Love’s hands cross your eyes
You believe it all sincerely
But in fact, they’re all lies

So who is the liar?
And why do you try?
You’re playing with fire
It’s time to say good-bye

I ran
I stumbled
I saw you
I tumbled
I fought
I tried
I saw you
I died
But I knew that it was all there
In front of my face
So I asked for forgiveness here
Expecting God’s Grace

I knew He was the way
But I turned off course
I’ve learned from this day
That I won’t win by force

I ran
I stumbled
I saw you
I tumbled
I fought
I tried
I saw you
I survived

Dedicated to Kristy (last name removed for courtesy)
The first girl to alter my life

The True or the Truth
By: Kenneth Edward Keyn

It comes to a point in life
Where you just can’t seem to move on
Time is a blur
But your motions take so long

Thrust into society
Unprepared and alone
Like a fish in a whirlpool
Reduced to bare bone

Mindless work invades your thoughts
Bogged down in muck
It looms overhead
And you seem to be stuck

“United we stand,
Divided we fall!”
Who's to say
It works that way at all

But who am I
To say that it doesn’t?
Was it meant to be?
Or no, it just wasn’t?

Why can’t I think?
Why can’t I feel?
Who cares anyway?
What’s the big deal?

I gave my life
To this feudal system
A merciless monster
A worthless gem

“If only life were this good”
Wake up it isn’t!
Look around you!
We’re all peasants!

Only the strong
Can pay this tollbooth
But who are you…
The true or the truth?

There's some other things on the disk, like homework and a novel that I was working on. I'll spare everyone the novel since, when printed) it's about 25 pages.

Current Mood: nostalgic nostalgic
Current Music: "..." -Just thinking...


Thu, Feb. 19th, 2004 07:33 pm (UTC)

Was the you from the past a whole different person? You have the memories, but you wouldn't act the same way in the situations you faced. We can see a lot on how we've changed, and how the world had forced us to change in this way. Poetry can be a good reflection of this...

I wonder if I'll look back on myself in nostalgic wonder, in only a few years time...

Kenneth Edward Keyn
Thu, Feb. 19th, 2004 07:56 pm (UTC)

I wouldn't say that I was a completely different person, but I hadn't gone through as much by that point. So, in a way, it's kind of an innocent version of myself.

Anyway, one other reason I've been really anxious to recover these poems is because it was the pinnacle of my creative writing days. These two poems are the best of what I wrote during that time and I lost them.

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Thu, Feb. 19th, 2004 10:33 pm (UTC)

Thank you for sharing these. I greatly enjoyed reading them :)