#4
a forgotten haiku from my teenage years
young blood, baby fat
we're all dead in the inside
lost in solitude
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This haiku is one of the few surviving ones I wrote when I first started to write poetry. (The others got lost on floppy disks and notebooks my mum threw out.) I used to give them numbers as titles, this was the 4th I've ever written.
If I remember well, I used to be quite depressed at the time when I started to write haikus. Mainly because I read "Seymour: An Introduction" by J.D. Salinger and it influenced me in big ways. I had a little notebook I carried with me everywhere and was writing in school, on a bench while waiting for my bus, on the bus and in my room. Sometimes even while walking on the street.
It helped me to stay sane and survive my teenage years.
Here's another story on how I started to write, along with my first ever haiku:
About the Creator
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH4 days ago in Critique
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That haiku captures teen angst well, Imola. A great start for you, and many blessings to come on your literary journey!
Poetry is the ultimate mental health lifeline. Great Haiku! ^_^
Oh, to be a teenager and begin questioning it all—this haiku very much speaks to my own existentialist teenage self, Imola! And I’ll have to check out that book :)
I love looking back through my old notebooks at my youthful writing
I wish I read it a decade ago!
Writing is one of the best ways to let out any of feelings and thoughts that one may have. Maybe writing them down cleared them out of the mind.
Wow this is a sad one-great you wrote this down at times when depressed
That is a great piece of your writing history. I recently found some old work I did in high school. Like you and many others, it kept me somewhat sane to write during my teen years. Thanks for sharing.
I've never read J.D Salinger's books before. But after researching I could see how it has inspired this piece. Thinking deeply is a scary thing, it would lead to the thoughts that we're all dead in side. Which we are. But there's nothing wrong with that, it's just better when we can be careful with how much what we know, affects us. I failed at that the other day. Which led to dissociation and a myriad of other things. I am sort of grounded now, but afraid. Like if I hear a sudden noise I would jump. Most likely question the intentions of someone. That's my fragility scale at the moment. Lol Living in a fantasy, away from what the world really is, is good on some days. In the dark is where creativity lives. This poem was great because of that. Thank you for blessing us with #4. Also lovely to see you again, your writing often pop up in my mind every now and again. ♥️🤗🙏🏽
I'm so sorry you've lost lot a lot of them 🥺 This one was so deep and poignant. Loved it!
I can definitely feel the depressed teenager in those lines. At school, we had to read The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, but I never read anything else by him.
Ay ay ay. So much distilled into too an exquisite and sad haiku. The poet was there in you. I am glad you awakened her, Imola! Thank you for sharing with us - you.
I felt the angst in three lines. So lovely