Old/New Poetry

Last night my fiance Brian and I invited some family and friends over for dinner and to watch Sunday night football. My mom showed up with one last box of my belongings, officially vacating my presence from her home. The box she brought was only supposed to contain some kitchen items she was handing down to me and some collectables of mine (Marilyn Monroe books, mostly) but tucked inside were also some old poems I wrote in high school. Some of them were extremely terrible (in my opinion) but two in particular grabbed my attention. They need some doctoring so today's posts will be these two poems (old to me, new to the blog) edited. They'll be posted soon, so stay tuned.