I Used To Write Poetry.

Towards the later months of eighth grade, I had fallen in love with writing poetry, for whatever reason. Except for one really long free-verse poem, I wrote acrostics, and by the end of the school year I had completed an entire notebook full of them. But in the beginning of it, I realized I wanted to be appreciative of my life at that moment because I was continuously looking back at how my life had been the year before. So I'm posting the free-verse poem and my first acrostic. The poem is titled "Through the Looking Glass," and the acrostic is untitled.


Spiraling down, down, down
Deeper into myself;
A train wreck waiting to happen
To my emotions.
Nothing to stop it from occurring,
Life was pointless.
Why stay? Why go through the same events
Day after day?
Instead of moving towards the end of the tunnel,
I moved further into the
Darkness of depression.
Before starting up again, before leaving…
I was lifted.

In place of cold was warmth.
In place of shallow sky was thick ebony.
In place of apathy and abandonment was care and support.

For the first time, I wanted
To cry, to lean on
Somebody else’s shoulder.
For the first time, I wanted
A support system, like
I was for many others.

Perfection pooled out of every fiber and pore.
We started out as friends, in my eyes.

But then we grew, grew far beyond
Anything I had ever imagined,
And I learned that everything could
Disappear with only a
Hug or a kiss,
Both filled with love and compassion.

The arms in which I found myself
Fully and completely loved
Being trapped and surrounded in,
Saved me.
From myself,
And from the faux affection
Of those shiny silver things we call
Razors gave me.

With him, I felt full,
Instead of the usual empty.
With him, I felt smooth,
Instead of the usual rocky.
With him, I felt appreciated,
Instead of the usual overlooked.

And just as I was getting settled,
We were ripped apart.
And a piece of me went with him.

I ached and ached and ached.
I’m still aching
All over, no where near
Certain of where this feeling is
Coming from.
I didn’t know until it was
Too late, and he was
Too far gone.
I didn’t know until it was
Too late, what the ache had been
Caused by.
Which made everything hurt worse;
And that feeling, that
Desperate ache was
Love.

An undying, forever, enchanting one
At that, and I can tell it will
Never fade.
And through the months of
Talking, sharing stories of
Our pasts, wants, and
Dreams,
He became more than
Anyone else
Had ever been.

He became
My world, and
My everything.
After, nothing could
Compare to that feeling
Of platinum preciousness that
He induced in my head and
My heart.

At times I don’t believe that
This is real, that I’m just
Peering through the looking glass
Into an alternate reality,
But I’ve been convinced
Otherwise.

I don’t want this to
End, to break apart
And shatter, because he is
My wants,
My dreams, and
My future.
He is my love,
My empathy, and
My ambition.
He is my world,
My life, and
My everything.

At least, for now.


Gee, I wonder how he
Revived my
Amorous spirit, bursting from my
Heart from the inside out.
Attaching to this newly discovered
Mindset wasn’t simple,

But it became so with the
Ease his heart led me into.
Never will I go back to the
Shallowness and constant
Overlook that was
Never called for.

However this may have
Occurred in our lives, the absolutely
Wonderful and utterly
Everlasting
Love shall continue to
Live on in me.


Well I must be going for school and whatnot.

Love,
Caitlyn