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Everyone has experienced an event so earth shattering that it changed their lives. I experienced such a thing the summer before my junior year of high school. There was a boy who lived near me, he was quite troubled, and I had such a crush on him. He was sweet but he came from a […]

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Stephanie - October 14, 2007 - 7:09 pm

Love this post.

Sometimes the best way to reach others is through darkness – and especilly helpful to another that is in pain.

Rinnyboo - October 14, 2007 - 8:06 pm

Well you know, Evie, that this subject is one that is on my mind all the time. I have had lots of dreams about my brother and I still don’t have the answers I want. I too hope that your boys (or anybody else’s!!) never have to go through anything like this.

I am 30 and haunted by it all the time (sorry this turned into something about me).

Thanks for sharing your story.

whimsigal - October 14, 2007 - 8:18 pm

Oh my god, Marin. How self-absorbed could I be?? I didn’t even think about how you might feel when reading this entry. I’m sorry I didn’t post a warning or send you an email or something.

While I cannot even begin to fathom what it’s like to know how it feels when you lose a sibling this way, I know how I felt when my friend died and that’s why I empathize with you like I do. It’s so incredibly tragic and I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads up first.

Evie

whimsigal - October 14, 2007 - 8:19 pm

Hey, Steph. I’m glad to know you enjoyed the post. It’s weird how some memories are so vague and others are so clear you can almost see, touch, and smell them. That’s how this one is for me. Still so incredibly vivid.

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It’s time for yet another peek into my life as a teenager during the 80’s. This next poem is one I wrote for my 11th grade creative writing class. In fact, it was written as a joke, with little thought at all. The joke was on me though because my teacher really liked it. For […]

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Rinnyboo - October 10, 2007 - 4:52 pm

Evie, You write good poetry. I just never understood how to do it…

That is pretty funny that your life’s goal was to be an english teacher. Good thing you changed goals!

whimsigal - October 11, 2007 - 2:42 am

Thanks, Marin, that’s very nice of you to say! I think the last poem I wrote was in ’94 or ’96. I was only inspired to write when unhappy. My cheerful poems seemed trite to me.

Poetry Corner

Here is the latest installment of 1980’s teenage angst in this week’s edition of Poetry Corner. For your enjoyment I offer up this beauty written in December of 1987. I was in 11th grade and spent a lot of time daydreaming about boys, wondering what was wrong with me, and arguing with my parents, especially […]

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Rinnyboo - September 30, 2007 - 2:06 pm

I actually really think this is a good poem, Evie.

I can definately relate to the 16 year old you (and the current you)and your struggles with your dad.

I think it is cool that you are sharing this portrait into your past.

whimsigal - September 30, 2007 - 2:32 pm

Hey, thanks a lot Marin! It’s really nice of you to say that.

You know, my relationship with my dad is tough. We are not close but I know if I need something he would move heaven and earth to try and help me. The only thing is that the help comes with so many emotionally charged strings attached that I hate to ask for help. You know what I mean? It’s strained at times because of the hurtful, I mean, helpful comments he makes.

What I find interesting is that, as you pointed out, I still feel the way I did when I was 16.

Thanks for saying you think it’s good. You made me smile this morning!

Stephanie - October 1, 2007 - 1:35 am

I was going to make a comment – at your first poetry post – about how mine were all about tragedy and nonconformity, (sadly, I’ve lost them all in my gypsy-rebellious youth) but I didn’t want to make it about me.
This poem shows me that though styles may be different – a Prep(?) vs. a Punk, (though it was always about Peace, never about War) it shows that we’re all the same on the inside.
The issue might be different, but I always believed then, and this demonstrates, that inside we’re all the same.
Rambling, sorry.
Mean to say that this poem is something we can all understand and relate to, and I like, appreciate, and respect it.
xo

whimsigal - October 1, 2007 - 1:51 am

Stephanie,

Once upon a time, I was commenting on this really nice chick’s blog and I made the comment that I was sorry I had made her post all about me. She, being a very wise woman, said “Isn’t that what these are for?” :)

Make it about you girl, that’s what I put this stuff out there for! LOL

That said, I’m glad you were able to relate to it. We all went through emotional things like this when we were younger and for some it was helpful to write it all down. I, being a tragic hoarder,kept most of my “poems” and have even kept all my pictures from Teen Bop magazine….THAT should tell you a little something about me.

Anyhoo, thanks for your comment, friend. Always appreciated!

Evie