With shields raised, defences up
I begin the walk of life.
No cowardice shall lurk in me
Arrogance sparks my stife [sic].
With shields up, defences down
I feel that I'm worth more.
More than nothing ever was
I cannot be ignored.
With shields down, defences gone
I search for who I am.
What I really want from life
With no answers I am damned.
Without a shield, without defence
I struggle from within.
For life is a mere farce
This reality is quite grim.
Without pretence, without deceit
I probe my inner soul.
This walk of life is now complete.
For within and without I am ...
Friday, July 28, 2006
Teen angst poetry
I'm a connoisseur of high school yearbook poetry - you know, the kind that gets stuck in between the volleyball team photo and the prom candids to fill blank space. I love the forced rhymes, the narcissism, the anguished introspection, the naive world-view and the why-me nihilism. It's a powerful reminder of why lowering the voting age to 16 is such a bad idea. Here's a great example from a high school in Toronto: